Captured by Space Pirates
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Celine Chatillon
Word Count :17750
Publication Date :2010-08-18
Series : Brandi Whyne#1
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-627-1
What do you get when Star Wars meets Sherwood Forest? Mix in a little Pirates of the Caribbean, Fanny Hill, Futurama, and The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and you get Brandi Whyne and Her Incredibly Erotic Adventures (with Robin Manhood and His Totally Sexed-Out Space Pirates). With a series title that long, you know it’s going to be filled with loads of laughs, tons of sci-fi fun and plenty of hot sex! In Chapter One: Captured by Space Pirates! we meet our heroine, the strong-willed, hot-blooded Brandi Whyne. Brandi is a comely lass orphaned at a young age. Now twenty-two and working as a barmaid in hellhole spaceport, Brandi finds her virginity threaten. That is, until a tall, mysterious stranger waltzes into the bar and rescues her. To Brandi’s delight her rescuer turns out to be none other than the wickedly handsome Robin Manhood, wanted space pirate and captain of the Pulsating Purple Parsnip. Brandi decides to join Robin’s crew of sexual deviants and freedom fighters in their quest to provide the galaxy with a endless supply of cheap adult toys and even cheaper laughter.
He rose and slowly approached the bed. I gasped. My heart beat faster. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing, and, I swear by the goddess’ good name, I was mighty glad of it.
The man had the most perfect body imaginable. Tall, lean, taut of muscle and svelte of hip… Just a smattering of black chest hair covered his sculpted pecs… and below. His rock-hard abs? Flat to perfection. And his ass? Need I say more?
And his penis? Well, the best way to put it is this: If it was relaxed now, I had no idea how I could accommodate him fully aroused. The devilish glint in his golden-flecked, deep brown eyes whispered that he possessed knowledge of sensual pleasures beyond my understanding.
A pleasant tingling low in my belly caused my temperature to skyrocket. My pussy and nipples ached for his attention. Nervously, I licked my lips, desperate to find the right words to say. Instead I sputtered, “We—we haven’t done it yet, have we?”
He halted in mid-step. “Pardon? ‘Done it’? You mean, have we slept together yet?”
I meekly shook my head and closed my eyes. “Yes,” I squeaked.
He sighed and plopped stomach down beside me on the bed, regarding me seriously as he rested his head upon an elbow. “I assure you, if we had slept together, you would remember it.”