| Author: | Minnie Zevon | ISBN: | 9781476023946 |
| Publisher: | Minnie Zevon | Publication: | April 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Minnie Zevon |
| ISBN: | 9781476023946 |
| Publisher: | Minnie Zevon |
| Publication: | April 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Carla Morales is a beautiful housewife with some very dirty thoughts. When her husband goes away for yet another weekend of overtime at work and leaves her to wait for the new landscaper, Carla resigns herself to a slow day alone.
But when Carla gets stuck in a compromising position and a stranger knocks, this horny housewife just wants him to come inside...
Warning: This 3000 word erotic story contains explicit sex.
EXCERPT:
Carla Morales brushed her long, dark hair. She watched in the vanity’s mirror as her husband, Don, got ready for work. She yawned and stretched her arms overhead, lifting up her full, lush breasts. He didn’t even look up at her as he pulled on his slacks and hunted for a matching pair of socks.
She frowned at the mirror. After five happy years of marriage, things had been getting… stale. A day without sex had once been odd. Then sex once or twice a week had become normal. And for the last three weeks? Nothing. Not so much as a quickie before Don had to dash out the door. Certainly nothing like the first year, when they’d been too horny to make it to the bedroom, and Don had roughly pushed up her skirt and screwed her right there on the stairs in front of the open backyard blinds, where any of their neighbors could’ve seen…
Carla Morales is a beautiful housewife with some very dirty thoughts. When her husband goes away for yet another weekend of overtime at work and leaves her to wait for the new landscaper, Carla resigns herself to a slow day alone.
But when Carla gets stuck in a compromising position and a stranger knocks, this horny housewife just wants him to come inside...
Warning: This 3000 word erotic story contains explicit sex.
EXCERPT:
Carla Morales brushed her long, dark hair. She watched in the vanity’s mirror as her husband, Don, got ready for work. She yawned and stretched her arms overhead, lifting up her full, lush breasts. He didn’t even look up at her as he pulled on his slacks and hunted for a matching pair of socks.
She frowned at the mirror. After five happy years of marriage, things had been getting… stale. A day without sex had once been odd. Then sex once or twice a week had become normal. And for the last three weeks? Nothing. Not so much as a quickie before Don had to dash out the door. Certainly nothing like the first year, when they’d been too horny to make it to the bedroom, and Don had roughly pushed up her skirt and screwed her right there on the stairs in front of the open backyard blinds, where any of their neighbors could’ve seen…
