Sex on the Beach (eBook, ePUB) - García, Manuel
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In Sex on the Beach, Manuel García strips desire down to its bare skin. These are stories of real men-rough-handed, quiet, sometimes crude-men who do not speak much, but whose glances, sweat, and scent say everything. There's no fantasy here, just heat: born from conflict, ignited by contact, and sealed in silence. This is masculine eroticism at its most raw-where every look can be a challenge, every touch a surrender.
The title story unfolds on a deserted beach in early June. A graduate student, escaping the pressure of his thesis, goes for a morning run along the shoreline of Marina di…mehr

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In Sex on the Beach, Manuel García strips desire down to its bare skin. These are stories of real men-rough-handed, quiet, sometimes crude-men who do not speak much, but whose glances, sweat, and scent say everything. There's no fantasy here, just heat: born from conflict, ignited by contact, and sealed in silence. This is masculine eroticism at its most raw-where every look can be a challenge, every touch a surrender.

The title story unfolds on a deserted beach in early June. A graduate student, escaping the pressure of his thesis, goes for a morning run along the shoreline of Marina di Pisa. The sand is cool, the sea endless, the world asleep. Until he sees him: a naked man, bronzed and still, seated on a driftwood log, methodically rubbing oil into his skin-slow, deliberate, shameless. And then only into his cock.

What begins as a stolen glance becomes a magnet of need. The runner circles back, trying to be discreet, heart hammering. The man doesn't stop. Doesn't hide. He strokes his erection like an offering, like a dare. The tension grows heavier than the summer air. Words would ruin it. The body speaks first.

No names. No promises. Just two men in the stillness of the pines, flesh against flesh, desire stripped of artifice.

Some encounters don't need a future-only a moment to burn.

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