“Take
off the bleeding coat,” he instructed. “Turn around and bend over. Let me see
that ripe peach of an ass.”
“Be quiet, you Cajun fool.”
A darker ripple of crimson splashed her
cheekbones, like a stain of cherry juice. Brine wasn’t really a Cajun – as far as he or
anyone else knew-- and Flip almost certainly was aware of that. But he affected
the speech and mannerisms when it suited him to do so, and he often resided
among the former French-Canadian émigrés
when
not beneath the sea in his submersible, The Albatross, or holed up in his cove at Barataria. He slithered
through the fecund, teeming swamps, maps of the moon-swallowing bayous etched into his brain like the intoxicating scent of Flip’s arousal. Which was the only thing that
concerned him now.
Her high color and the crack in her
voice betrayed her.
YYY
3 comments:
Nice hot bit.
This sounds like a very promising WIP!
Hope so. You actually read the beginning of it long ago. It was more boring. Still has lots of back story, but it also now has a sex scene. Need to build the world!
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