Karma♥Bites’s Mercurial Reads
Eclectic, cross-genre mood reader (but of late, mostly erotica, romance & para/UF—including m/m & ménage). At times, the realities of life & work tend to dictate how UNreal a world I choose for an escape.
Fair warning: I may walk like a lady but I cuss like a salty sailor. ^.~
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Pulling down the linen sleeve and the coat, Andrew grinned. “It’s my promise to her. I let her burn it into me. Hurt like hell but it was worth it.”
“You let her burn the word PENIS into your arm?”
Those eyes widened. “Penis? No, no. Mentula is an endearment. I asked.”
Derek snorted. “It is not an endearment but an insult. Have you ever read the texts of Priapeia?”
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Derek dragged in a breath. He’d never met a birch mistress, but he’d heard more than enough about the strength of their arms to make his cock shrivel and invert. He had to get his brother out of this. Any woman burning the word PENIS on a man’s arm meant she would most likely slice it off next.
I had both the pleasure (read: laughs & giggles) and the pain of a brother who used to be like Andrew―sans flesh burning, thank goddess!―when it came to the female sex. Can anyone else relate? C’mon, I can’t be the only one. *grins*
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