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Brett could smell Georgina’s need, edged with tingling fear, and he knew that she wanted him to hurt her. She wanted him to dominate her completely just as much as he wanted it. Erich Fromm, in his book, The Art of Loving, states: “Love can inspire the wish for sexual union; in this case the physical relationship is lacking in greediness, in a wish to conquer or be conquered, but is blended with tenderness. If the desire for physical union is not stimulated by love, if erotic love is not also brotherly love, it never leads to union in more than an orgiastic, transitory sense.” There would be no tenderness, no emotional closeness in their mating; they both knew that, and Brett made no attempt to beat around the bush.
Ward Hurst shifted his eyes around the small marina slowly. The hot afternoon sun beating down onto the open rear deck of the houseboat brought out a film of glistening perspiration over his deeply bronzed and muscular form. He turned around slowly and leaned back against the railing as he glanced at his watch.
“I wonder if they’ll get here tonight or tomorrow morning?”
His wife stretched lazily on the lounge across from him; and as he watched her lush, bikini-clad form move, he forgot his question for a second. The swell of her big breasts threatened the brief top, and he could see a wisp of curly red hair shimmering just above the waistband at her crotch. She was beautifully tanned, and the length of her five-foot seven-inch, 37-23-36 body contrasted sensuously with the white lounge.
She opened her eyes and smiled across at him, noticing that his cock had begun to stiffen against the front of the brief blue knit trunks he wore.
“I hope it’s this afternoon. God, it will be good to get something started with new faces; I can hardly wait.”
The feel of her eyes on his bulging trunks sent a wave of need through him, and his cock was instantly fully erect and throbbing hotly. Lorna’s smile widened as she lifted her eyes to meet his, and he started across toward her.
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