| Author: | Misty MacAllister | ISBN: | 9781370556984 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister | Publication: | September 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Misty MacAllister |
| ISBN: | 9781370556984 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister |
| Publication: | September 25, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Mrs. Marks, a sexually frustrated housewife, heads down to the local garden center where the only things she hopes to cultivate is the forbidden fruit, PASSION, and she finds her prey: Randy, her daughter's incredibly hot boyfriend. Carnal desires flower in the backroom of the garden center, with customers just feet away, but desire knows no caution.
“I’m in your hands,” I say.
He leans toward me. We’re so close that our bodies are touching.
“Really?” he says.
I notice that his voice had gone husky.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “You’re the boss.” And I reach out to rub the dirt off his forehead.
He grabs my wrist in his huge hand. “I’d like to be your boss, Mrs. Marks,” he growls.
“What would you make me do if you were my boss, Randy?” I say.
I can’t believe I just said that. Randy must not believe his ears either, because he stares at me blankly.
“Would you tell me to get down on my knees, Randy?” I whisper, and I touch his chest with my nail.
His chest is a slab of muscle. His hand holding my wrist is hot. He licks his lips, and nods.
“Is that what you want, Randy?” I whisper. “Me on my knees...
But when her daughter Glory shows up, things get messy.
Warning: 'Garden Of Delights' is intended for a mature audience. This story involves the healthy hobby of gardening only peripherally, and it should in no way be seen as a how-to guide for planting.
Mrs. Marks, a sexually frustrated housewife, heads down to the local garden center where the only things she hopes to cultivate is the forbidden fruit, PASSION, and she finds her prey: Randy, her daughter's incredibly hot boyfriend. Carnal desires flower in the backroom of the garden center, with customers just feet away, but desire knows no caution.
“I’m in your hands,” I say.
He leans toward me. We’re so close that our bodies are touching.
“Really?” he says.
I notice that his voice had gone husky.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “You’re the boss.” And I reach out to rub the dirt off his forehead.
He grabs my wrist in his huge hand. “I’d like to be your boss, Mrs. Marks,” he growls.
“What would you make me do if you were my boss, Randy?” I say.
I can’t believe I just said that. Randy must not believe his ears either, because he stares at me blankly.
“Would you tell me to get down on my knees, Randy?” I whisper, and I touch his chest with my nail.
His chest is a slab of muscle. His hand holding my wrist is hot. He licks his lips, and nods.
“Is that what you want, Randy?” I whisper. “Me on my knees...
But when her daughter Glory shows up, things get messy.
Warning: 'Garden Of Delights' is intended for a mature audience. This story involves the healthy hobby of gardening only peripherally, and it should in no way be seen as a how-to guide for planting.
