Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
He liked to sit in a wooden chair in the evenings with a beer in his hand, watching the marsh and cataloguing his next round of chores.
Abby left her shoes by the door and prowled to the back rooms, curious. In summer, everyone lived mostly out-of-doors. She’d never seen the rest of the house. She was brought up short, silently, in the doorway to the bedroom. She’d found Jackson. Not the man she thought she knew—the modest East Coast geologist with the lopsided smile. This Jackson was naked and held his penis in one hand, working the shaft slowly in his tight fist. He had no hair at all on his body. Except for the hair on his head, a sandy brown, he was shaven smooth all over. And he was wea