Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) by Elissa Gabrielle
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Nights over Egypt
An Eye of the Storm Short
by
Elissa Gabrielle
AN EYE OF THE STORM SHORT
A Division of Peace In The Storm Publishing
Nights OverEgyp t 2013 by Elissa Gabrielle
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means including electronic, mechanical, or photocopying, or stored in a retrieval system without permission in writing from the publisher, Peace in the Storm Publishing, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages to be included in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously unless otherwise indicated. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Although the author and publisher have made every effort to ensure the accuracy and completeness of information contained in this book, we assume no responsibility for errors, inaccuracies, omissions, or any inconsistency herein.
Peace In The Storm Publishing, LLC.
P.O. Box 1152
Pocono Summit, PA 18346
Visit our Web site at www.PeaceInTheStormPublishing.com
NIGHTS OVER EGYPT
An Elissa Gabrielle Original
"The sexual heat that rests between two forbidden souls can become so intense that a combustion ensues when desires are met." ~Egypt
Divinity and Purgatory
Her…
He’s the kind of man that makes you love your name, just because the words part so sensually from his delicious lips. “King,” that’s his name and it fits him like a hand in glove. You see, he is regal, superior in human form, aesthetically – he has been blessed with more than his fair share.
The blink of an eye seems like an eternity while enveloped in his embrace. Hot, heavy sounds of getting off, his breath came out on an emanation of satisfaction that filled the atmosphere. Constant coos controlled the congo-like tempo equating to the fragile sounds of an inner shame. I’m embarrassed about the way I’ve freaked. Nothing should be this damn good. It is a sin and a divine shame for anything to be this glorious.
An ebony towering inferno, locked in dreads; he is divinity and purgatory all rolled into one masterful man of perfection.
Quite frankly, my goal is to make him wetter than he’s ever been…
How long can you handle this?” he smiled, flashing a set of grand piano keys in the process. Sweat poured from his chocolate skin like flowing waterfalls. Have mercy, I thought. Chocolate makes everything better.
“Until one of us cries for mercy,” I replied, smiling, staring at his God-like presence. I must have died and gone to heaven, even though, I’m more than convinced that nothing this delightful could even take place in the house of the Lord.
We enjoyed the luxury of not knowing one another too well, so we had to guess each other’s favorite fragrance; had to take a stab at what each one of us deserved.
Like a string of warm chocolate pieces leading and lighting the path to a romantic lover’s bedroom, his spirit knows the way into my inner sanctum and with the auspicious praise of the righteous, his body gathers in solemn assembly, as his confident heart speaks to my throne alone. The majestic offering of his love carpets the pathway to my virtuous destiny, and it pleases, in every sense of the word.
Living in a fantasy, he became my “baby,” infinitely, and I became his favorite flavor, laced in triple D cups. He is teaching me all the dirty sounds of love.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You know that, right?”
In the Beginning…
Him…
It was the light of her smile. It spoke to me in a way no other woman had. It was like sunshine on the most dreary of days; lighting up my heart and my mind. Simply, her smile. Her
An Eye of the Storm Short
by
Elissa Gabrielle
AN EYE OF THE STORM SHORT
A Division of Peace In The Storm Publishing
Nights OverEgyp t 2013 by Elissa Gabrielle
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means including electronic, mechanical, or photocopying, or stored in a retrieval system without permission in writing from the publisher, Peace in the Storm Publishing, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages to be included in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously unless otherwise indicated. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Although the author and publisher have made every effort to ensure the accuracy and completeness of information contained in this book, we assume no responsibility for errors, inaccuracies, omissions, or any inconsistency herein.
Peace In The Storm Publishing, LLC.
P.O. Box 1152
Pocono Summit, PA 18346
Visit our Web site at www.PeaceInTheStormPublishing.com
NIGHTS OVER EGYPT
An Elissa Gabrielle Original
"The sexual heat that rests between two forbidden souls can become so intense that a combustion ensues when desires are met." ~Egypt
Divinity and Purgatory
Her…
He’s the kind of man that makes you love your name, just because the words part so sensually from his delicious lips. “King,” that’s his name and it fits him like a hand in glove. You see, he is regal, superior in human form, aesthetically – he has been blessed with more than his fair share.
The blink of an eye seems like an eternity while enveloped in his embrace. Hot, heavy sounds of getting off, his breath came out on an emanation of satisfaction that filled the atmosphere. Constant coos controlled the congo-like tempo equating to the fragile sounds of an inner shame. I’m embarrassed about the way I’ve freaked. Nothing should be this damn good. It is a sin and a divine shame for anything to be this glorious.
An ebony towering inferno, locked in dreads; he is divinity and purgatory all rolled into one masterful man of perfection.
Quite frankly, my goal is to make him wetter than he’s ever been…
How long can you handle this?” he smiled, flashing a set of grand piano keys in the process. Sweat poured from his chocolate skin like flowing waterfalls. Have mercy, I thought. Chocolate makes everything better.
“Until one of us cries for mercy,” I replied, smiling, staring at his God-like presence. I must have died and gone to heaven, even though, I’m more than convinced that nothing this delightful could even take place in the house of the Lord.
We enjoyed the luxury of not knowing one another too well, so we had to guess each other’s favorite fragrance; had to take a stab at what each one of us deserved.
Like a string of warm chocolate pieces leading and lighting the path to a romantic lover’s bedroom, his spirit knows the way into my inner sanctum and with the auspicious praise of the righteous, his body gathers in solemn assembly, as his confident heart speaks to my throne alone. The majestic offering of his love carpets the pathway to my virtuous destiny, and it pleases, in every sense of the word.
Living in a fantasy, he became my “baby,” infinitely, and I became his favorite flavor, laced in triple D cups. He is teaching me all the dirty sounds of love.
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You know that, right?”
In the Beginning…
Him…
It was the light of her smile. It spoke to me in a way no other woman had. It was like sunshine on the most dreary of days; lighting up my heart and my mind. Simply, her smile. Her
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