| Author: | JM Ross | ISBN: | 9780463902448 |
| Publisher: | Ross Publishing | Publication: | May 17, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | JM Ross |
| ISBN: | 9780463902448 |
| Publisher: | Ross Publishing |
| Publication: | May 17, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A beautiful woman appears on a beach in Florida, wanting to be bred. All she wants is to grow very fat and very pregnant. Or so it would seem. But the man she chooses to mate with, is a widower and a recovering alcoholic. In her mind, he's the perfect f**k.
Then he finds that she doesn't speak and knows nothing about normal etiquette. So, what is she? Who is she? As the story heats up, so does the temperature between these two.
A couple of brief previews...
I could have slept longer. However, that wasn't part of the Lydia plan. But now, she wanted me nude and began to tug on my pajama bottoms. Finally, when we were both naked, she led me out to the ocean and into the water. I marveled at the jiggle in those lovely flanks as we walked further out. And yet, I still couldn't find it in myself to touch her in an intimate way. My memories of my wife remained in my heart and blocking out any lustful aspirations. Maybe this was why new Lydia trusted me so deeply. Stupid as it was, I felt no compulsion to do more than enjoy the scenery of her body.
While stealing glances at me, new Lydia was unusually quiet.
“Later,” I began, “I'd like to show you another way to make love.”
As her eyes found mine again, my new lover nodded.
“Fucking...” she began.
“Ah!” I interrupted.
“Making love,” she said softly, “make a girl hungry. You can, maybe, feed me?”
“I should make you fatter?” I asked as my hand moved over the softness of her ribs.
“Ah, hmmm,” she answered nodding slowly as she walked to the bathroom, “Now, it is you who must feed me.”
A beautiful woman appears on a beach in Florida, wanting to be bred. All she wants is to grow very fat and very pregnant. Or so it would seem. But the man she chooses to mate with, is a widower and a recovering alcoholic. In her mind, he's the perfect f**k.
Then he finds that she doesn't speak and knows nothing about normal etiquette. So, what is she? Who is she? As the story heats up, so does the temperature between these two.
A couple of brief previews...
I could have slept longer. However, that wasn't part of the Lydia plan. But now, she wanted me nude and began to tug on my pajama bottoms. Finally, when we were both naked, she led me out to the ocean and into the water. I marveled at the jiggle in those lovely flanks as we walked further out. And yet, I still couldn't find it in myself to touch her in an intimate way. My memories of my wife remained in my heart and blocking out any lustful aspirations. Maybe this was why new Lydia trusted me so deeply. Stupid as it was, I felt no compulsion to do more than enjoy the scenery of her body.
While stealing glances at me, new Lydia was unusually quiet.
“Later,” I began, “I'd like to show you another way to make love.”
As her eyes found mine again, my new lover nodded.
“Fucking...” she began.
“Ah!” I interrupted.
“Making love,” she said softly, “make a girl hungry. You can, maybe, feed me?”
“I should make you fatter?” I asked as my hand moved over the softness of her ribs.
“Ah, hmmm,” she answered nodding slowly as she walked to the bathroom, “Now, it is you who must feed me.”
