The Kinky Heart

By AJ Ramirez

EROTICA BWWM Multicultural Romance
He smelled wonderfully, as his hand slipped across and down her spine, then down her arm, to take her chilly hand into his warm one. She noticed the entire journey of his hot hand despite her winter coat; but no more than he had.
Tyson is hot!, she inwardly screamed, then bit her lip to keep from giggling hysterically. He spoke first.
"Ah. Here we go."
He slipped his arm back around her, again, but grabbed her freed hand with his other, as they stepped into the downside shaft of the people mover, adoorless elevator which, like an escalator, continuously moving, floor to floor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ophelia Madison Press
• Release date: Jun 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310490323

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THE KINKY HEART

By AJ RAMIREZ

Published by Ophelia Madison Press at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Ophelia Madison Press

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Chapter 1

The flight droned on and seemed intolerably long, cold and confining, without her, as Tyson stared out the plane’s window; hating how intolerable it all was, without her: without the thick softness of her hair lying on my paler skin; the rich, emotional-charged scents of her; a smorgasbord of flavors and textures and scents, and her touch an electrical enlightenment. But, the feel deep inside her grasping, milking—.

Ich liebe ... dick interrupted and usurped his memory, with annoying, pathological repetition.

Stupid, he chastised himself, now, under his breath, with annoying regularity; remembering.

Ich liebe ... dick, Gabriella had purred, to him, after their off-campus University of Vienna adult German Intensive class. He was used to people wanting into his trousers; but, she’d said that in front of....

He sighed, remembering, again: the lush feel of being deep inside her, her electric ecstasy burning me from balls to heart.

He slammed the hard, plastic plane’s window shade down, the passenger jet’s engine sounds lulling and that squeaky-wheeled cart the stewards used while—.

His friends had frozen around him, a silent isle in midst of the university’s small cafeteria eatery.

It’s ‘Ich liebe dich’, not dick, Gabby. Meaning ‘I love you’, he solemnly corrected without acknowledging her statement’s underlying lust for his attractiveness, male beauty, and personable charm. Light brown curly hair, gold in some strands with peaceful aqua blue eyes.

Gabriella giggled nastily, her tongue touching her rouged lips like a serpent’s, ready to taste