anxiously, madly, eagerly

He pulled her easily onto his lap as the touch of their hunger expressed the whirlwind of unleashed desire. Miss Porter, Kathy, the pretty young assistant English professor touched him, lifted his shirt to run her hands over his strong chest, through his dark curls and in a moment’s abandon let herself go as she kissed him. Mark kneaded her supple flesh, exploring the curves and swells of her body anxiously, madly, eagerly.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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quickly placed

Intimidated by the calm silence of the young manager’s office, Terri quickly placed her memo on the center of the desk’s green blotter. Taking a pen from her jacket pocket, Terri looked for a pad of note paper, but the wide open desk space offered nothing of the sort. Terri quickly checked her pockets for something to write on and finally sat down in the large executive desk chair with a shake of her head.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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obviously waiting

“What I should do is . . . ” Kevin said happily and he let a long puff of smoke pour forth. He stole a glance at the blonde as she continued to stare at the door. She was obviously waiting for someone who hadn’t shown up. Kevin found it hard to believe anyone would forget such a beauty. “I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad,” he said and took a drink of his beer.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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dying humors

Sometimes, after the loving had gone, after the baby had been born, we retreated after hours to party with Delphi and Dudley, playing parlor games and post-midnight toking late into the late night. These parties, if we can call them parties, for a party clothed can only barely be called such, were uninspired, uneventful and full of dying humors.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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down her thighs

Angie shifted again to lay across the sofa. Steven looked up from the novel and watched as she lifted her knees. While her right hand held his manuscript a few inches from her face, her left began to tug at her white cotton nightgown until it slipped over her knees and down her thighs.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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atop her

“Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet slipped off her bare boobs. “That fucker. He knew I was supposed to meet Karen at eight thirty.” Tracy pulled herself up and turned to sit on the edge of the small bed. She stretched, her arms reaching up until she fell back onto the bed. Twisting her waist, she remembered the night before, the hard mechanical fuck Alan had delivered only to fall asleep atop her, leaving her unsatisfied and stuck spending the night on his thin lumpy mattress. Picking herself up, she scratched her stiff pussy curls. Tracy licked a finger and smiled as she gently rubbed her excitable clit.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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too popular song

“I can’t believe this,” he said, looking around the bar. A couple, dressed in black, leaned over their small table, conspiring. Kevin admired the curve of her heavy thigh escaping from the black wool skirt, her limb tinted in dark stocking. The young man spoke with his hand curled around his chin, two fingers resting on his unshaven cheek. The pair shared a scowl when a new, too popular song erupted from the bar’s tinny sound system.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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