Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
It increased confidence, triggered greater resilience, improved creativity, enhanced learning, proved a greater sense of purpose in life, and tons of other good shit.
You’re doing this. Keep on walking forward.
When we made it to the bottom of the stairs, I gasped.
Oh my.
It was a long fifty-foot hallway with glass walls that showcased naked people having sex on the other side.
This is definitely not the library anymore.
We continued forward.
Oh. . .my. . .God. . .
It was just rooms and rooms of so many naked bodies tangled and intertwined in beautiful erotic embraces.
Soft moans of pleasure filled the air through each kiss and caress.
Just. . .whoa.
The amount of nudity was sensually jarring and erotically outrageous. Every man or woman in this world was represented in these sexual acts—from skinny to chubby men. White, Black, Asian and more. Very large cocks to really small ones. Fake, engorged breasts to tiny, nonexistent ones.
And lots and lots of pussy. Probably more than I wanted to see in a lifetime.
Well. . .it won’t be a boring date.
I slowed my pace as I headed forward, completely stunned by what was happening around me.
Does he think we are going to be having sex tonight?
I would have to tell Tristan to take it down a notch. While I wanted to have sex with him, I also craved romance—long walks in the park, hand holding while watching the sun set, candlelit dinners, and slow dancing to jazz as we breathed each other in.
Just slow down, buddy.
While I studied sexuality, I had not ever experienced this much of it all in my face all at once.
Holy. . .shit. . .Wait until I tell Scarlett.
I glanced to the left and to the right, unable to comprehend it all. Cocks pushed in and out of mouths, asses, and pussies. Breasts bounced here, there, and everywhere. Cum flew in the air, splashing onto faces, asses, and stomachs.
Hey now!! Is this for real?!
My head spun.
Some women had two or more cocks pushing in them.
There was even a woman that sat on a gold throne with her breasts lactating. Men took turns sucking on her nipples.
This is. . .a lot. . .
When we finally made it to the end of the hallway, my panties were soaked with my arousal, my nipples were hard, and I was in desperate need of a good fuck.
Had that been his intention?
My heart boomed in my ears.
Was this to get me hot?
My skin flushed with heat.
Or was it a message?
I ran my shaking fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself.
Is he trying to say that there would be no romance between us, just a hot sexual adventure?
Beads of sweat appeared around my forehead. I dabbed at it and followed Eros into the main room.
More surprises came.
My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of decadence and desire.
There were no lamps or lights, just lit candles all over the place.
Vintage erotic art decorated the walls—black and white images of nude bodies.
And everywhere, mouths were agape with moans of pleasure.
Cocks penetrated.
Couples were having sex on plush leather couches and velvet armchairs. Their moans and whispers represented a symphony of lust.
It just. . .keeps on going. . .
Tables gathered around them, covered in candles and gold dishes stacked with food.
But no one cared about the food or even the wine being carried around by nude male and female servers.
It was like walking into a Roman orgy.
Throbbing jazz music mixed with moans of pleasure. Next came the sound of whips and chains riding the air.
Okay. Where is that coming from?
I spotted a naked woman being whipped by a masked man on my right.
She screamed and then moaned.
Further in the back, a bartender stood behind the bar, mixing drinks with precision and care. His expert hands moved in a sensual dance as he poured and then stirred.
I imagined that even the drinks were aphrodisiacs, concocted to heighten the guests’ senses and intensify their desires.
Wait.
I turned to the left and then the right.
Where’s Eros?
At some point in my being nosy, I lost my guide.
No. No.
My nerves frazzled.
Come back, Eros. Don’t leave me alone here.
I bet Eros still wore that wicked smirk as he slipped away. Was it his intention to push me into this scene?
Or was it Tristan’s intention? And. . .was he close?
Slowly turning around in a circle, I searched for Eros or Tristan, desperate to find them in the sea of lovemaking couples.
Come on. Where are you?
Then, Tristan’s dark, sensual voice caressed my skin. “Good evening, Nova.”
Chapter Eight
An Erotic Invitation
My heart raced, and a thrill shot through me.
I turned around.
Two feet ran between us.
There Tristan was, standing tall and looking all kinds of delicious. An exquisite black three-piece suit outlined his muscular frame.
He was a stunning vision.
His hair was slicked back and his green eyes glowed with raw passion.
When our eyes met, a wild spark ignited between us, sending a scorching desire through my veins. His gaze was smoldering and intense, as if he could see into my soul.