The Self Lover
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The Self Lover
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Narrated by:
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Virtual Voice
This title uses virtual voice narration
Virtual voice is computer-generated narration for audiobooks.
He was tormented by his own emotions! Madness Masquerade... ...Drake and Burton decked out in leather and looking more like renegade motorcyclists than schoolteachers, approached the Kieth mansion. One way or another, they would get the film, and they didn’t care who got hurt in the…. BLACKMAIL BLOW-UP!
Excerpt: “Come, my lover,” Kieth murmured huskily, as the music neared its climax, and Drake let himself be led to that huge wide bed, the sheets of which had already been drawn—so inviting, so white, so pure and soft, so caressing.
“I love you,” Kieth continued as he drew Drake down beside him, his lips brushing Drake’s shoulder, nuzzling the soft, orange-furred nook of the quivering armpit.
Drake’s head lolled to one side, an arm hiding his feverishly blushing face, his entire body yearning against its very will for some desperately forbidden and unknown fulfillment. And then Kieth’s hand reached for the pull-rope. The canopy of the four- poster was drawn away, and now the mirrored ceiling witnessed and faithfully depicted for the hidden, whirring motion picture camera the entwined and shuddering bodies on the bed of the dominator and helpless victim, as at the final strains of the recording, Drake echoed the music’s brooding cry of unknown rapture.
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