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Another day. Another dollar. Another story. Here is one of Jim Master's five new erotic stories evoking taboo thoughts and deeds.
Taboo: Kay is Satisfied
Another JIm Masters short erotic story just for you.
I guess I was lucky. I’m a writer, not very successful. But my luck came
from the Lotto win of nearly three quarters of a million. I’m in my
late forties and on my own. I was planning on making a home in Spain but
keeping a small property here too, as a fallback. I hadn’t told anyone
about my win and I hadn’t gone wild. I’d bought a cheap small car and a
bigger investment. Just over ten thousand on a second-hand cabin
It was nearing time to go to Spain on an exploration
trip when I hoped to find a property. Nothing expensive. I needed a
marina for my boat, a place that was lively but not a drunken wild
destination. I would write there and maybe would strike lucky with that.
I wanted a place overlooking the beach and sea, and within walking
distance of shops and cafes.
But that was the future. Right now I was down on the coast back home where I had a mooring in a marina. I was here a lot
I was getting to know the local shops and café’s now after a few
weeks. I’d started taking my dirty washing home when I went but was soon
using the local laundry wash, I’d found a couple of really friendly
cafés, and the local boat yard had become a wealth of information and
store for supplies and equipment.
The Laundry Service was a
self-service place, a row of washing machines opposite several
commercial driers. It was simple. I wasn’t rushed for time so I would
sit and wait. Gave me time to think about my day and what I would be
doing. Kay ran it with her daughter. They would take dirty washing, put
it through the process and even iron for a modest amount. Some days they
were really busy and others sat and chatted. Usually there was just one
of them there except on Mondays and Fridays which seemed the busiest
It was a Wednesday and Kay came and sat with me. She was slim, but
not skinny, she must have been at least thirty eight as Penny, her
daughter, was just turned nineteen. But she looked about 28 years old.
Kay was blonde, probably out of a bottle, her hair cut short and in a
bob. She was average height, certainly shorter than me. She was always
cheerful and smiling. I’d noticed she always wore bright red lipstick
and had matching nails. She often wore red heels too. Maybe that should
have sent signals to my brain. She usually wore figure hugging trousers
and a blouse; often open one button too much for modesty, showing her
breasts which looked firm and round. Now read on . . .
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