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Gilliflowers, Bonds of Affection

Series: Memoirs of a Houseboy , Book 4.0
By: Gillibran Brown | Other books by Gillibran Brown
Published By: Chastise Books
Published: Nov 20, 2012
ISBN # 9781479319138
Word Count: 143,143
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Categories: Romance>LGBTQ>Gay Romance>Multiple Partners Romance>BDSM


Gilliflowers, Bonds of Affection (Memoirs of a Houseboy) by Gillibran Brown - Romance>LGBTQ>Gay eBook

Fasten your seatbelts for another round of delightful domestic adventures with houseboy Gillibran Brown.

In his own words: ‘think of me as a gay male version of Flora Thompson writing not so much about Larkrise to Candleford as Arsehole to Breakfast Time. The BBC will never commission it as a series, but there you go, it’s their loss.’

Gilli walks, talks and quips us through another year with his beloved dictators Dick and Shane.
Reader Rating:   4.7 starstarstarstarstar (19 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   liplipliplip
On the day of Shane’s planned birthday dinner everything looked set to go well. I was revved up and raring to go, determined to make his celebration something to remember for the right reasons, unlike last year when I cocked it up by behaving like a prat. Gillibran Brown, boytoy, houseboy extraordinaire, and all round cute guy was going to prove he could be the very epitome of elegant and mature sophistication.

Dick arrived home from his Saturday morning golf session glowing like a het bloke who had just lost his virginity in a harem and all because he had triumphed at filling a succession of holes using club and balls.

Grasping me in a bear hug he lifted me up and kissed me declaring he was ravenous, but not for lunch. My mind was fixed on things other than sex, but being a good and submissive boy I pencilled him into my busy schedule, allocating him a five-minute slot to do what a randy man has to do. I thought setting the kitchen timer might put him off his stroke and allow me to get on with my preps without being interrupted by coitus, but it didn’t. The ticking down of minutes fuelled his libido. Dick enjoys a challenge. Sex within a time scale was a kink as yet untried and he went at it with gusto, determined to beat the cock, or do I mean clock, probably both.

In less than a minute I was debagged and bent over the kitchen table with a gobbet of goose grease left over from the Christmas festivities standing in for lube. No way was Dick wasting precious time by going upstairs to get the ID Glide Lubricant. It was goose grease or nothing for this boy’s bottom. Thank heaven the River Cottage chef - him with the tongue-tripping name (Huge Manly Bits, or something similar) wasn’t hanging around watching me being stuffed. He’d probably have chucked a few herbs and a squeeze of lemon juice into the sausage meat mix. It certainly put a whole new perspective on being goosed.

Dick gave a roar of conquest as the timer went off and so did he. By way of crisping my skin he gave my bottom a victory slap as he pulled his cock out of me. I was done to perfection and basted in fooking juices. To be honest it wasn’t the most romantic or comfortable shag I’ve ever had. Dick went at it so fast I feared the friction might ignite the goose fat and roast our love spuds and sausages, sure they’d taste good, but they’d be useless forever afterwards.

After washing and applying soothing salve to my thoroughly goosed botty I re-dressed and made Dick a cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee by way of lunch, while writing a mental memo to myself: check to see if Sainsbury’s sell sex suppressants. I then got on with the business of preparing Shane’s birthday dinner, safe in the knowledge Dick’s carnal lust had been slaked and I could safely bend over to retrieve any cutlery I might drop.

Turning on the radio to lend musical ambience to my endeavours I caught Seal singing ‘Kiss From A Rose’ and sang along, while marvelling that an endothermic vertebrate mammal could produce such fine vocals and all while balancing a beach ball on its nose. (Lie detector sighs heavily, but declines to comment) It’s a haunting song and in my case made more so because when I was younger and first heard it I was convinced the lyric was about a kiss from a rose on the grave rather than on the grey. I still insist on singing about grave roses rather than grey ones. It’s funny how some things stick in your mind and refuse to shift. Besides, I think my spectral version has even more unfathomable resonance than the original.

Exhausted from ball games Dick settled on the couch to watch horse racing on the telly, but soon fell asleep, a clutch of betting slips in his hand. It’s a hard life being a kinky oversexed posh person with a penchant for gambling.
Reader Reviews (3)
Submitted By: n1kk1 on Jan 18, 2014
I love this series, Gilli is too cute, hilarious, and a brat. I love hearing about his day to day life with his two Doms. I definitely recommend this book as well as the rest of the series.
Submitted By: karenminfl on Nov 11, 2013
More adventures from the houseboy. Love his stories.
Submitted By: kimeko72 on Jan 1, 2013
I really enjoyed this book and after reading it; I purchased the other books in the series. It made me laugh and also made me want to cry. The author did a good job in drawing you in and feeling like you were there and felt all the emotions that Gilli was going through. I have read this book and the other several times. I would highly recommend this book!!!!

Gilliflowers, Bonds of Affection

By: Gillibran Brown