Tom reveals the dark depths of the suppressed passion of the "normal" suburban husband and wife. These 6 stories take us on a journey into the hidden fantasy's, the dark desires of the male mind. Tom gives us 6 stories only a man can write.
First let me say....I love love love the fact Tom uses real middle aged women In his stories. I really enjoyed the eroticism in each one. It is really hot hot hot.....great to read alone, or with your partner..but beware, Toms stories might inspire to creat stories of your own. ;) . Last but not least I love the way Tom writes, his attention to details and the flow of his writing is spot on. I hope there will be more.
I enjoyed these stories very much! I haven't quite read anything like it, and wow was it hot! If this is what I have to look forward to at 50, I say bring it on! Read it by yourself or with your significant other, you won't be disappointed!
I wanted her to be used.
I’m surprised, reading these naughty stories, at how many husbands enjoy the idea of their wife being adulterous with other men. I thought I was unusual. I’d fantasised for many years, dreaming up situations that could never actually happen. I’d never dared tell her about my imaginings, fearing that if she knew she would be disgusted and disappointed in me. She’s no prude, when we first met she had shared some ropey old porn videos that her previous boyfriend had left at her house. They were explic
“Allow me,” he said,
opening his hands toward her. She took his meaning and suddenly completely
comfortable and without thinking about the others, she stood and slipped the
knot in the belt, the robe fell open. She turned her back toward him, allowing
her only garment to slip from her shoulders into his waiting hands. He laid her
husband’s gift over the back of the chair. She turned back to face him,
immediately remembering the others. In a rush, her nerves returned. The thought
went through her mind, I am naked in front of complete strangers, next to
an attractive tousle haired man young enough to be my son.
“Would you mind taking
off your shoes, when you sit down?” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
She looked down past
breasts, belly, to her feet. Shining black shoes peeked out below her exposed
breasts, somehow the shoes emphasised her nakedness.
“Oh, no, sorry. I
forgot I was wearing them.”
“If you sit," he
said, helpfully, "I’ll slip those off for you and then guide you…