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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

toying with a bemused smile. She wore the odd toga-like dress that had 

recently become popular among the women on the home planet; it was a 

white color, trimmed in a pale blue that went well with her hair, but 

Lors hardly noticed it. His eyes were fixed upon the twin lift of her 

breasts as they fought against the material. 

 

She swung her long, curved legs to the floor, a momentary flash of 

creamy flesh showing at her thighs, and stood up. She came to him on 

slippered feet, whispering against the floor and stopped before him, her 

breasts faintly brushing the material of his tunic. 

 

"I thought I'd never get here, darling." Her voice was soft and warm. 

Sex, love and desire hung in her words; the emotion dripped from her 

voice the way water falls from the roof of a cave, giving her tone a 

throaty huskiness that started the blood racing in his veins. Yet she 

held herself back, restrained her urge to fling herself into his arms. 

It was a game with her, one she had always played. "Did you miss me?" 

She asked. 

 

He nodded, unable to trust his voice. It would crack, he knew it would. 

He would be able to say nothing beyond a mere croak. Too much was 

happening, too damned fast. It was almost impossible to keep up with it 

all. 

 

"Well," she mused. "I realize you're stunned to see me, but you ought to 

kiss me. At least, that." 

 

He reached out his hands slowly, feeling the tremble begin in his 

fingers as he closed them over the softness of her upper arms. A drum 

began pounding in his temples as he touched her, a flashflood ripped 

through his veins, and his stomach churned like a storm. He brought his 

mouth down slowly against hers and felt her lithe body flatten up 

against him the way a candle melts against a sheet of hot metal. 

 

Her mouth was a pliant sweetness that shoved all his thoughts of Terra 

into the back of his mind; her body trembled against the lean hardness 

of his in a shiver of passion. The very touch of her tongue against his 

lips beat aside all the problems that swirled about his muddled mind and 

awakened the desire and need that had lain dormant within him all this 

time. 

 

"Darling," she breathed, when he had pulled his mouth from hers. "Oh, 

Lors..." 

 

"Shhh." 

 

There was no need for talking, no sense in it at all. Her body mashed up 

against him and he allowed his hands to smooth down over the material of 

her dress, along the curve of her spine to the twin globes of her 

buttocks. Her mouth lifted to his again, eager, demanding, while her 

fingers dug through his tunic and into his flesh with a sharp need that 

thrilled him. 

 

Her hand reached behind him, her fingers finding the light button and 

suddenly the room was sheathed in the soft cloak of darkness. Only the 


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