| Author: | Dixon Cox | ISBN: | 9781497773936 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros | Publication: | February 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dixon Cox |
| ISBN: | 9781497773936 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros |
| Publication: | February 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Speeding across the German countryside, there's just something about the guy opposite me...
A lot of things can happen when traveling, as Chris finds out on a train from Berlin to Munich when he meets a German man, Alex, who challenges him about his prudish American sensibilities. Chris isn't one to back down from a challenge and sets out to prove Alex wrong. His bi-curiousity gets the better of him, and the train ride gets wild...
WARNING: Cum Zug is a 3800+ word hardcore erotic short story about two young men having fun on in a locked train compartment as they speed through the German countryside.
EXCERPT:
“Ah, Chris. You Americans… you’re all so prudish when it comes to sex. Violence is just fine, but sex? One nipple and a country is in outrage!”
I bristled patriotically. “That is… that is not entirely true!” I spluttered, knowing that he was correct, remembering that one time when Janet Jackson’s nipple escaped at the Superbowl. Or that whole Clinton stuff.
Speeding across the German countryside, there's just something about the guy opposite me...
A lot of things can happen when traveling, as Chris finds out on a train from Berlin to Munich when he meets a German man, Alex, who challenges him about his prudish American sensibilities. Chris isn't one to back down from a challenge and sets out to prove Alex wrong. His bi-curiousity gets the better of him, and the train ride gets wild...
WARNING: Cum Zug is a 3800+ word hardcore erotic short story about two young men having fun on in a locked train compartment as they speed through the German countryside.
EXCERPT:
“Ah, Chris. You Americans… you’re all so prudish when it comes to sex. Violence is just fine, but sex? One nipple and a country is in outrage!”
I bristled patriotically. “That is… that is not entirely true!” I spluttered, knowing that he was correct, remembering that one time when Janet Jackson’s nipple escaped at the Superbowl. Or that whole Clinton stuff.
