The Mayan Ruins - Erotic Short Story

By Vanessa Salt

"My jeans must have come off, because Raymond kneels down and takes my hard cock in his mouth. Oh! Warm. Wet. He must notice how much pre-cum has already dripped out of me. How does he like the taste? Does he like me? Does he mind that I'm already this hard?"Deep in the beautiful Mexican jungle, Samuel can't stop staring at the guide, at his body and his lips. When it turns out that Raymond is attracted to him as well, they find a somewhat secluded spot and let their bodies meet passionately in this erotic short story.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9788726304947

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Vanessa Salt

The Mayan Ruins - Erotic Short Story

Translated By: Martin Reib Petersen

Lust

The Mayan Ruins - Erotic Short Story

Original title

Martin Reib Petersen

Translated by

Mayafolkets ruiner - erotisk novell

Copyright © 2019, 2019 Vanessa Salt and LUST

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ISBN: 9788726304947

1. e-book edition, 2019

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Andersson.

One person?

Yes.

The man checks my name on the list and looks up with the most brown eyes I have ever seen. There must be thousands of nuances in them. Either that, or the light is playing tricks on me. The sun is different here in Mexico – so bright and shimmering. A hazel sparkle moves in his irises as the man smiles at me.

My name is Raymond Sánzhez, he says in English.

I shake the hand he stretched out. It's rough and warm and a bit calloused, almost as if he were a builder and not a tour guide. My name is Samuel.

From... Norway?

No, Sweden. But good guess. I hazard a wink at him and take a step back. My palm is sweating already, and I honestly can't tell if it's because of the temperature or because of him. Sweat is pouring from my temples, and my lips feel as dry as a desert. The sun is scolding the back of my neck. And it's still dreadfully early in the morning.

Nice to meet you, Samuel. Please go in and take a seat.

I take off my backpack and walk up the steep stairs to the driver's seat and the central walkway of the bus. In the dimly lit bus, the air conditioning is blasting at full power. I enjoy the chilled breeze as I find