Secret Older Man Obsession E-Book

Sharon Love

• Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Lonely and dumped, Meaghan makes the best of a bad situation by striking up a conversation with someone else’s older man. She’s hot for experienced men and Sam fills her secret desire.
He’s only out for a drink, but Meaghan makes sure he takes her home. The walk is short, but the eager couple has trouble making it up the stairs. She’s willing, he’s hung, and they’re obsessed with an unprotected mutual climax.

Younger women fantasize and act out on their fantasies with older men in the Someone Else’s Older Man Series. No relations needed to have fun in these shorts. Climax fast with this erotic sharing love short.

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Secret Older Man Obsession

Someone Else’s Older Man Series

By Sharon Love

Second Edition, eBook Edition.

© 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged

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SECRET OLDER MAN OBSESSION

By Sharon Love

“Being dumped wasn’t so bad after all. If I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have met Sam, or swept the floor with my knees to swallow his huge cock.”

Drinking at bars wasn’t usually my thing, but I’d had a hell of a day and I needed to chill and strategize for the future. I pulled up on a barstool and waved a finger over to the bartender.

“What can I get you?”

“White wine, please.”

“Coming right up.”

While I waited, I checked out my surroundings. Not much to this local bar. It was clean and quiet. The patrons were decent, not tearing up the place. Satisfied with my inspection, I took my phone out and scrolled to the last message I’d received. Reading it again for the twentieth time still left me numb.

Danny: It’s over. I’m not leaving my wife. Don’t call or text.

That was that. End of story. Danny had been my lover for three years. He paid for my apartment, my car, and all my credit card bills. What was I going to do now without him in my life?

I cared for him. I wanted him to be happy. And if that meant leaving me behind, then I wasn’t talking him out of it. But I had a need. A strange impulsion. One that only got satisfied by an older distinguished gentleman. I craved my father figures.

“Here you go.” The bartender sat my drink down in front of me on a napkin. I picked it up for a sip and turned back around to take a second glance at the interesting clientele of the place. Looking down the bar there were three men in dress shirts, two more sat alone in booths. All of them were about Danny’s age. Old enough to be my father. Old enough to take his place.

I sauntered around, searching the left hands for glints of gold. I wasn’t making the same mistake twice. The closer I examined the men, the less excited I was about my prospects. “Fair enough,” I said, stopping at the far end of the bar and drinking the last swallow of my wine. Guess it’s the cosmos telling me to take a break. Having made up my mind, which I usually did quickly and stuck to it. I whisked around fast to leave.

I didn’t see him so close behind me, his broad shoulders stopped me cold and knocked the wine glass out of my hand. The glass shards scattered on the hard wood floor and woke up all the sleepy drinkers.

“She’s fine. I caught her.” the man assured the onlookers. They shrugged and returned to their drinks. He stepped me away from the glass. “Are you hurt?” He used a napkin and dabbed at a spot of blood seeping from my ankle. “Come sit at my table.” He hobbled with me to a nearby booth.