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The Bombay Touch [MultiFormat]
eBook by Bianca Dale
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: There's nothing like a sexy surprise, as Rebecca Russell discovers. Soon after a difficult breakup, ambitious, lonely Rebecca takes a business trip to India with the hope of forwarding her career and taking her mind off her broken heart. When she gets lost in the hub of Bombay, her carpe diem attitude leads her down an exotic lane of sensual excitement as she finds herself the center of attention in the most liberating and astonishing way. Tantalized and teased with brushes and warm oils, Rebecca is treated to a sexual experience so unexpected and gratifying that she'll never forget it. And she'll never look at a paintbrush in the same way again.
eBook Publisher: Aphrodite Unlaced, Inc., Published: AphroditeUnlaced.com, 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [231 KB], eReader (PDB) [36 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [15 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [14 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [52 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [86 KB], hiebook (KML) [88 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [54 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [16 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [44 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [24 KB]
Words: 4617
Reading time: 13-18 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I nodded, only half-listening. Fifteen minutes earlier I was lost and frustrated, and here I sat with a gorgeous man about to massage my feet and lower legs while I sipped iced tea. He poured a little warm oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together and stroked them slowly down my legs, and began working my left calf, easing down to my ankle and foot, pressing and rubbing. I rested my head on the back of the chair and closed my eyes, stifling a sigh. It was relaxing, it was comforting, it was soothing, it was, well, arousing. I set the glass on the table next to me so I wouldn't drop it, and noticed the little sign listing other services. I skimmed the various consultations of all kinds--skin care, nutrition, general health assessments--what interested me most were the ones for massage. The massage listed at the bottom was the most expensive.
"What is this last one," I asked, "the stress relief one?"
David worked each of my toes. He looked up, a slightly surprised grin on his face.
"That is the full body treatment, miss."
Much later, during one of the many moments I spent reflecting on that afternoon, I realized that he had placed an emphasis on the word full.
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