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MILF Diaries 1: Kimberly Is Pounded By The Neighborhood Pool Boy (Traci Wilde)


MILF Diaries 1: Kimberly Is Pounded By The Neighborhood Pool Boy by Traci Wilde

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Kimberly is sexy as hell. Problem is, she knows it, and she uses it to play with all the boys, those young men who have just turned 18, maybe 19. She's one MILF who uses up her prey before moving on to the next toy. Until she meets Tyler. Gorgeous, pretty, young Tyler. Kimberly sets her sights on Tyler only to discover he has more in store than she can handle in this tale of rough, hard-driving sexual control.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 03 / 2019

No. words: 4800

Style: Cougar and age-gap erotica, Steamy and Sexy Stories

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

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Excerpt

We live in a small little suburb of a larger city, just moved here in January. My husband, Nick, is a contractor. Well, actually, he owns his own small construction firm, and he was getting more and more of his jobs out this way. Business has been good, so we were able to get a nice big house out here, in one of the pricier neighborhoods, where most everyone has these perfect little lawns and backyard pools.
Life is good.
Except Im so lonely.
Im going to change that today.
Its a week before Memorial Day and the temps are already hot. Nick is off to work and Tyler is here. We hired him to help with the yard work, which includes basic pool maintenance cleaning the surface a couple of times a week, recharging the chlorine, maybe hosing down the concrete around the pool occasionally.
And I get to watch him as he works.
Hes still treading water now, staring at me or more accurately, at my boobs. Hes trying to keep his attention on my face, but hes spending more time staring at my breasts than at my face. Its almost funny to watch.
Sorry, Tyler, I say, using my low, sultry voice. I reach down, run my fingers along the surface of the water. You've been working so hard, you looked like you were hot, I figured you might enjoy a swim.
Before he can reply I fall forward, stretching my arms over my head, knifing smoothly into the water. I dive down deep and look up, watching his hard, thin legs scissor-kicking, his arms moving back and forth, as he treads. And from here, I can see the large hell, HUGE bulge in his shorts.
I reach the bottom, bend down as my feet touch the concrete, put my arms down by my sides and I push up hard and fast, shooting up through the water the pool here is fifteen feet deep, so I gain some speed before I near the surface.
I reach up run my hand along his thigh and the next sensation I'm aware of his fresh, raw, intense pain jolting from my nose, little pinpricks of light bursting in my vision. My brain goes fuzzy, the coppery taste of blood filling my mouth. I break the surface, gasping for breath, suddenly aware that red blood is spreading over the surface of the water.
"Oh my god, Mrs. Thompson," he says, panic in his voice. I feel his hands reach out, grab me, as I struggle to get my bearings. He's pulling me, swimming toward the edge of the pool, and my head starts to clear. He hit me in the face with his knee as I was swimming up next to him.
He's behind me, his arm wrapped around me, across my breasts, hugging me as he paddles with his other hand the classic lifeguard rescue technique. My nose hurts like hell, I think he split one of my lips, but his arm, pressing against my breasts, sends powerful shudders through me.
Finally we reach the edge of the pool. He turns me around and I drape my arms over the edge, holding myself up.
"Mrs. Thompson, I'm so sorry. II don't know what to say."
I turn to him. "Well, the first thing you can do is stop calling me Mrs. Thompson. I'm just Kimberly."
I smile, and realize blood is still trickling from my nose, right into my mouth, tears running from my eyes.
"Oh shit," I say, covering my face with one hand. "I must look awful."
"No, no," he says. "You're gorgeous." He realizes what he just said, and his face turns as red as the blood in the pool water. "I meanI'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
I wiped the blood from my face, at least as much as I could, and smiled. "Why? You don't think I'm gorgeous?"
"No, I mean, yesyes, you are, but" He stammers, trying to figure out what to say.
I lean forward, my breasts ever-so-slightly touching his body. "What do you mean?" I whisper, reaching out with one hand, lightly touching his side. He shivers.
"I mean" his voice is slow, like he's having trouble focusing.
I kiss him, hard, fresh pain flaring from my lip. I don't care, I reach around with one hand, cupping the back of his head, holding him still while I kiss. I feel his hands along my side, touching my breasts...


Author Information

Traci Wilde is a member of the After Midnight Press cooperative, penning hot, steaming, erotic shorts stories and novels deep into the night.

Here's what her colleagues at After Midnight Press have to say about her: "The name seems to fit, as our self-described wild-child sometimes draws from her own real-life experiences for her tales."

That's not to say every story she writes happened, but quite a few of them have a basis in real-life events. She's single (and says she will always remain so), lives in North Carolina at present (though she moves around every so often), and counts among her hobbies running, watching the stars at night, and...well, having sex. Often.

 

Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author


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