Immature Ejaculation

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Nate is a seemingly successful ladies man who appears to have it all - looks, charm, and an active, varied and fulfilling sex life with an endless array of beautiful women. At least that's what Nate would have you believe.
The truth is, he has very quick sex with anyone who will let him that is rarely fulfilling, for anyone. It is hilarious though, and his ragtag bunch of friends are no less entertaining in their relentless search for the next sexual encounter.
As Nate searches desperately for a cure that comes from the most unlikely of people and involves the unlikeliest of activities, he wonders who else isn't being completely honest. Domo with his homemade porn? Jason with his nipple clamps? Dave with, well, everything! And why is Patrick suddenly acting so weird?

Immature Ejaculation is a gem of a book that deals with a serious problem using humour, sensitivity and the sexiest of sex scenes. A must read for men and women of all ages. (over 18 only).
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Booktango
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Published on
Jul 29, 2013
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Pages
395
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ISBN
9781468934489
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Language
English
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Genres
Fiction / Humorous
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This content is DRM protected.
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The day Ron Añejo bought his boat, the day he took possession of it, actually, got hot early. He'd lived in the West Indies a long time, so he was used to the tropical sun; his skin was leathery from it. Most days near the equator were hot and so he no longer paid much attention to hot days. You couldn't. But on that day, the air sat still over the small island of Kayakoo, the trade winds left it alone for a time. As soon as the sun came up, it started making an invisible and stiflingly hot blanket that lay across both the island and the boats that lay at anchor in Toenail Bay.

Although we didn't know it yet, as it burned down through the clear morning sky, the sun had begun to heat the decks of Ron's boat, raising the temperature of the air inside until the garbage that was piled up in the engine room started to cook.

"There's no rush," Ron told me the day before. He was talking about going to check out the boat, you see. I had promised to help take a look-see, as Ron doesn't know much about mechanics and electrical things. He does know hulls, though. "Come by when you get up and Doris will fix us a good breakfast. We'll need it, because we have a full day of work ahead of us." The idea of a free breakfast that I didn't even have to cook sounded great to me, and Doris is a good cook, so it was sometime around eight when I made my way to Ron's for a leisurely breakfast. "We need to go see Gritty," he told me over a second cup of coffee.

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