| Author: | CJ Edwards | ISBN: | 9781370514533 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams | Publication: | June 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | CJ Edwards |
| ISBN: | 9781370514533 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams |
| Publication: | June 16, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Steve used to be unlucky with women, until a chance encounter with aliens had left him irresistible to all women and guaranteed to impregnate them! He had left his island paradise in Bermuda and returned to rural England having decided to give up his alien gift and stop impregnating beautiful women. Well, that decision lasted for a while until he saw the beautiful MILF who ran the local organic fruit shop - she was just gorgeous. And all that fruit gave him an idea!
Extract:
I didn’t speak to her or even look her way for a few minutes but instead put some fruit in a basket. I took one each of a selection, which I knew piqued her interest. Finally, I turned towards my unsuspecting victim and passed the basket over.
“Fruit salad for one?” Her voice was as sweet as her face. My c*ck began to swell as she spoke.
“Not exactly,” I replied with a smile. “Would you like to know what we’re going to do with them?”
“We…? Yes!” Her voice sounded choked. I had her!
I took the banana back out of the basket and slowly rubbed my hand up and down it in an obviously suggestive way as I stared into her pretty eyes and consolidated my hold on her. “Well,” I began. “When you close up shop, I’m going to come and collect you with my bag of fruit and take you home to my flat.” I reached over and ran a finger gently along the back of her hand. “What time is that by the way?”
“Five thirty.” she said quietly.
“And what time is your husband expecting you home?”
“He’s working away in the week,” she told me. “He doesn’t ring until around nine and usually on my mobile.”
“Perfect,” I said out loud. “That gives me as long as I like to play with you then!”
“Play with me?”
“Yes,” I continued. “When I get you home, you’ll strip for me and lie on my bed with your lovely legs spread and play with your **** as I make you my fruit salad.”
“Oh!” She half spoke, half gasped and that was all she said.
I put the banana back in the basket and abruptly moved my hand away from hers, almost laughing at the disappointment manifest in her eyes. “Bag up my fruit and make sure you’re ready for me,” I said and prepared to casually stroll out of the shop to finish my shopping and tidy the flat.
Steve used to be unlucky with women, until a chance encounter with aliens had left him irresistible to all women and guaranteed to impregnate them! He had left his island paradise in Bermuda and returned to rural England having decided to give up his alien gift and stop impregnating beautiful women. Well, that decision lasted for a while until he saw the beautiful MILF who ran the local organic fruit shop - she was just gorgeous. And all that fruit gave him an idea!
Extract:
I didn’t speak to her or even look her way for a few minutes but instead put some fruit in a basket. I took one each of a selection, which I knew piqued her interest. Finally, I turned towards my unsuspecting victim and passed the basket over.
“Fruit salad for one?” Her voice was as sweet as her face. My c*ck began to swell as she spoke.
“Not exactly,” I replied with a smile. “Would you like to know what we’re going to do with them?”
“We…? Yes!” Her voice sounded choked. I had her!
I took the banana back out of the basket and slowly rubbed my hand up and down it in an obviously suggestive way as I stared into her pretty eyes and consolidated my hold on her. “Well,” I began. “When you close up shop, I’m going to come and collect you with my bag of fruit and take you home to my flat.” I reached over and ran a finger gently along the back of her hand. “What time is that by the way?”
“Five thirty.” she said quietly.
“And what time is your husband expecting you home?”
“He’s working away in the week,” she told me. “He doesn’t ring until around nine and usually on my mobile.”
“Perfect,” I said out loud. “That gives me as long as I like to play with you then!”
“Play with me?”
“Yes,” I continued. “When I get you home, you’ll strip for me and lie on my bed with your lovely legs spread and play with your **** as I make you my fruit salad.”
“Oh!” She half spoke, half gasped and that was all she said.
I put the banana back in the basket and abruptly moved my hand away from hers, almost laughing at the disappointment manifest in her eyes. “Bag up my fruit and make sure you’re ready for me,” I said and prepared to casually stroll out of the shop to finish my shopping and tidy the flat.
