re: Who writes good sex?

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A Chink In the Armor

The sound of crickets began their lilting refrain as Wang Hung Lo returned from the battle. He trudged to his tent, looking down at the mud and gore upon his tunic from a full day of spilling French blood. He thought of the curiousness of these Englishmen and then of his home, far to the East.

He drew back his tent flap to enter and was greeted with a sight that caused a stirring in his loins. Two women, clad only in lace which left little to the imagination, lay there upon his bedding. They arose in silence to greet him and let their lace fall to the floor. He smiled as they removed his armor, kissing his skin as his manhood grew ever stiffer under his breeches.

His eyes danced across their bodies, one with long, chestnut hair and olive skin, with firm, tight tits that sat up high, ready for action. The other was as pale as milk, with luxuriant red hair spilling down her shoulders to her breasts, like rivulets of flame. Hers were heavy and round, as big as ripe grapefruit with nipples the color of a dark bruise, glorious to behold. The sort of tits wars are started over.

Wang then stared curiously at their crotches, amazed that they were not all blurry, like as was with the women in his home country. Also not filled with squid tentacles or other such nonsense.

European women were certainly a treat in that sense..

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