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Excerpt from "Steam Heat"
"She stood 5’10” in flats and her proud stance showed the strength and hardiness of her Nordic heritage. She was athletic and healthy-looking, no waif wannabe. Her figure was curvy, with firm round breasts the size of cantaloupes above a trim waist, which swelled to luscious hips and strongly muscled thighs.
The more time we spent together, the more her sharp mind and wicked sense of humor as well as her glorious face and body attracted me.
After two days, I invited her to dinner. In a week, I knew she was the woman for me. The business proposal took off and with no family or obligation in the States, it was easy to move to Iceland to start life over with a young wife and a profitable new venture.
The only fly in the proverbial ointment was her feelings about monogamy. She had been upfront with me from the start. I knew what I was getting into, but there is a difference between intellectualizing a concept-say, your wife’s desire to explore her sexuality with other people-and watching her take three cocks in a public sauna.
It wasn’t what she did that disturbed me so much as my totally unexpected arousal at being cuckolded. I found that I loved to sit almost hidden in the cloudy mist of a steam room and pretend not to know her. She would lie on the top wooden bench wrapped in a short towel with her knees bent and her legs spread hip-width apart...
Excerpt from "Doctor's Orders"
“I could, um, if you like, give you my card.”
He was absolutely adorable, like a big friendly puppy in awesomely fitting jeans. He pulled his wallet out and handed me a new looking business card. Our fingers touched.
“Scott”, I managed to say after a few attempts because his name stuck in my throat. “Do you have any time now?”
He grinned. “I have my table in the truck. I can follow you home or give you a lift.”
“That would be perfect.” I said.
We didn’t speak much on the way back to my house. I sat next to him in the clean cab of his pickup, holding my little shopping bag of two bars of the fig and ginger soap and a loofah (I felt bad for destroying the display) on my lap. I purposely concentrated on the lyrics to whatever radio song was playing to drown out the crazy thoughts in my head.
Yes, this was an amazingly good-looking young man who was going to give me a private full body rub down in my living room. So? This morning I was deciding on whether to take a shower or stay in bed for the rest of my life. Now, I was bringing an almost stranger to my house and in less than a half-hour, he would see me naked. Thank God I shaved my legs."
About Ginger Starr
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Published December 2, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.