What if Tarzan found a dirty book while learning how to read with Jane?
Jane’s feelings for Tarzan are starting to go beyond friendship, but she is holding herself back until Tarzan presents her with an offer she cannot refuse.
Tarzan has been drawn to Jane since he first saw her. She already has his heart, and now he also wants to give her his body.
Excerpt:
“I know how to give myself pleasure,” Tarzan said as his hand disappeared beneath his loincloth. “I want you to teach me how to give you the same pleasure.”
His voice sounded rougher than usual as he stroked himself beneath his loincloth. I should tell him to stop, should explain proper etiquette, and teach him that it isn’t respectable, but I was too fascinated by his movements. Growing up I went to an all-girls boarding school. I knew the mechanisms and the basics of it, but I have never experienced it for myself. I’d never even seen one before, and now there was this gorgeous male, stroking his in front of me. If only, I was a stronger woman, I could tell him to stop, but I wasn’t.
“Show me,” I said, voice breathless and my eyes focused on the movements beneath the fabric.
“Then you’ll teach me?” Tarzan asked, stopping his movements.
I almost whimpered, but I nodded. I really shouldn’t, but I wanted to.
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Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between two consenting adults.
The Jungle Man is a 4k words, short, steamy, hot, erotic, Tarzan Retelling. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers.
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Jane’s feelings for Tarzan are starting to go beyond friendship, but she is holding herself back until Tarzan presents her with an offer she cannot refuse.
Tarzan has been drawn to Jane since he first saw her. She already has his heart, and now he also wants to give her his body.
Excerpt:
“I know how to give myself pleasure,” Tarzan said as his hand disappeared beneath his loincloth. “I want you to teach me how to give you the same pleasure.”
His voice sounded rougher than usual as he stroked himself beneath his loincloth. I should tell him to stop, should explain proper etiquette, and teach him that it isn’t respectable, but I was too fascinated by his movements. Growing up I went to an all-girls boarding school. I knew the mechanisms and the basics of it, but I have never experienced it for myself. I’d never even seen one before, and now there was this gorgeous male, stroking his in front of me. If only, I was a stronger woman, I could tell him to stop, but I wasn’t.
“Show me,” I said, voice breathless and my eyes focused on the movements beneath the fabric.
“Then you’ll teach me?” Tarzan asked, stopping his movements.
I almost whimpered, but I nodded. I really shouldn’t, but I wanted to.
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Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between two consenting adults.
The Jungle Man is a 4k words, short, steamy, hot, erotic, Tarzan Retelling. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers.
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