Absinthe Eyes and Other Lies

By G.R. Bretz

Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Publication date: September 2009

ISBN: 9781605920528

Digital Book format: PDF (Adobe DRM)

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When a legend lingers for centuries there's usually a bit of truth to it. For two hundred years people have whispered about the green fairy that lives in bottles of absinthe. Drink up. If you're lucky you may see her. If you're very lucky you may catch her. No one should ever be that lucky. Ask David, Vincent and Richard; three men with a few things in common. They have found inspiration. They have met the Muse. They have taken Dahlia to their hearts and to their beds. It cost them their sanity and their lives. If Stephen isn't very careful he's going to be number four.

Special Content Alert: Gritty language, very dark erotic romance.

"You must never drink like this when you're alone," she warns me.

I intend to promise her that I won't, but my mouth is full before I can form the words. Her aim is precise and measured. She doesn't spill a single drop of her liquid lust. She dispenses her pleasant poison at just the right speed.

I hold my hands up. I've had all that I can take. The room is filled with a thick, yellow fog and I feel like I'm dissolving, becoming part of it.

The bottle is still half full. She puts it to her lips and finishes it much quicker than I finished my half, shoving her tongue into the bottle to catch the last few drops. I can see it, folded and stretched through the neck of the bottle.

Satisfied that she caught all of it, she pitches the bottle through the open window. There's a loud crash and the sound of glass bouncing and sliding across the cobblestone.

"Stop it, you drunken fool."

The voice is vaguely familiar. It's not the first bottle to go sailing through that window.

"Sorry," she hollers.

She's not. She's amused, and I'll be blamed for her vandalistic behavior.

"All right," she says. "Let's do some rough fucking."

She lifts herself until only the tip of my cock is still inside of her. She slams onto my groin like a landslide of flesh. My cock isn't that long. I wouldn't have thought it possible for her to build up so much momentum on such a short descent.

It shakes the room and sends a shudder through every bone in my body. There's a sharp crack and I'm frightened that it might be my spine. I wiggle my toes, delighted to find I still can.

A few more thrusts and the floor gives way. We fall into the restaurant below and land on one of the tables. I look up to see an elegant, matronly-looking woman with shock written on her face.

I'm sure she didn't expect to be served raw sex.

Another thrust and the table collapses. We fall to the floor. The woman and her dining companions scramble to safety.

There are several dozen diners in the restaurant and they quickly divide into two groups. Half of them turn their backs. They mumble about our despicable depravity and insist that someone send for the police. The other half watch intently and cheer us on.

"That's the way, girl. Ride him like a horse."

I try to grab her breasts, but they are beyond my reach. She swells until she fills the room. She shrinks until she's so small that I can scarcely believe my cock will fit into her. The green spills from her eyes and paints her from head to toe. Gossamer-thin wings sprout from her back.

She flutters her wings and the air vibrates and hums. She spins in circles as she rides me. She fades to translucent and I can see my cock, twisted like a corkscrew inside of her. I grab her shoulders, pull her down and spill my seed into her.

She reaches down and pats my head.

"Good boy," she whispers.

She collapses onto my chest and I pass out with the sound of laughter and cheers echoing in my ears.