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"Cum... please...," I whine.

Ed brings his head down and nibbles on my
shoulder as his hips work even harder. I guess with abs like his
that he can go all night long. 5 minutes should be enough,
considering how my body feels right now.

White washes in and I sigh. He cries out
three times - loud groans of ecstasy - and then falls on top of me
to pant.

"Good?" I whisper to him.

He strokes my face.

"Great."

"Hey, Ed. What's this?" I call, holding the
pack of pills out the doorway.

Ed glances in from the lounge.

"Pain killers."

I tense. He's lying. I can tell because he
is absolutely lousy at it, which is what I have learned over the
last six months of going out with him.

Coming around to sit beside him, I run a
hand along his side.

"Really?"

I place them on the table. He looks from
them to me.

"Ok, you got me."

I tense.

"You are juicing?" I ask.

He looks sideways.

"You could say that."

I'm on my feet. I thought he was natural!
He's been lying to me about his body all this time? What else has
he lied about?

"Ed-"

"Stop."

Ed reaches over and picks up the pills.

"I'm 40."

"That's-."

"Stop."

I close my mouth.

"I'm 40 and sometimes my body doesn't want
to do what I want it to do."

"That's no excuse for taking steroids."

He looks embarrassed.

"They aren't steroids."

"Then what are they?"

"Ah... How can I say this? You are a young
woman and so full of vitality. We do it 3 times a day. Did you
really think that a 40 something guy could keep it up 7 days a week
and satisfy your needs."

I look to the tablets.

"OH!"

Sitting back down, I stare at the TV for a
little.

"Uh, I'm sorry about wanting sex so
much."

He puts a hand on my leg.

"It's ok. I like sex with you."

We stare at each other. I take the tablets
and put them back in the bathroom.

"Let's forget we had this conversation," I
suggest.

He grins.

"Sounds lovely."

I lean back against his strong arm and sigh.
An older man and a younger woman: What a strange mix. Thankfully, I
think we have it right. I'm happy - 3 times a day happy - and that
is all that matters.

Strangely, I find myself agreeing with
Kenneth's introduction to this book. He gives them to me to read
before he goes through the process of publishing these books and I
hadn't actually thought much about the story. I wrote it, sent it
to him and left it at that. Now, I'm rereading it through a new set
of eyes and finding that I have created a beautiful, sexy
monster.

Look forward to more like this
soon!

Much love,

Sophie Sin

Late September 2015

Round Back With A MILF

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She's near identical. That woman that threw me to the curve,
ran me under the wheel, broke my heart into a million unfixable
pieces, this woman and her, they are the same. My feet are moving
before I know it. That woman! I want her more than anything. Only
she can set me free.

Introduction To
Round Back With A MILF

We have a bit of a wild
one for you today, folks.
This book
contains a twist and you may or may not see it coming. Hot, sexy
and fun all the way to the bottom, this short work is a twisted
ride down a lusty lane.

Also, to make up for the
short fall in word count (joke), we have
Hot For Soldier
which is another
short work that involves a hot blond and a man heading off to Iraq
for his tour of duty. It has more kink that the first story, but
isn't quite as fast paced. We hope you'll enjoy them
both.

Thank you for reading Sophie Sin's work.

Much appreciation,

Kenneth Guthrie

Editor & Publisher

Lunatic Ink Publishing

I can't take my eyes off her. That curvy
rear, that slim waist that so gently tapers into full bloom up top,
those breasts – full, large, unbelievable breasts. There's so much
to see and not least of which is the dress she's wearing.

It's red. Low cut at the top. High cut at
the bottom. I'm drunk and there are strobe lights blinding me from
the dance floor nearby, but I would swear...

No
, I would
guarantee
...

… that is the same dress my ex-girlfriend
wore only 2 weeks ago on the day that she left me for Brad Harris,
popular football star and a massive trade up from a regular Joe
like myself.

I size her up. In the background there's my
friends howling at each other about something or another. Beer
glasses clonk on the table at times. Women laugh and cry out on the
dance floor in the heat of their gyrations and flirtations.
Yet...

Is it that time stopped or I stopped?

All I can see is her.

Red
dress
, I wonder,
who the heck are you because you look EXACTLY like her – just
more... I don't know... older?

I stand up. My friend Jock looks up from his
conversation, but doesn't say anything. He goes back to talking and
I start wobbling my way forward. Walking when as plastered as I am
is quite a feat.

I stop beside her.

She glances my way.

My eyes open wide.

Hers stay the same.

You see, it's not my ex-girlfriend – that is
certain – but she looks a lot like her. A LOT like her. I
stare.

The woman's lips move. It's too loud to hear
anything. I smile and make the gesture for a drink. She smiles and
my dick hardens. Those tits and those teeth and those fucking
gorgeous eyes make me hard. I've never been this hard in my life
off just looking at a woman, but here I am with my dick rock
solid.

Someone bumps me from behind. I collide with
her and apologize. She glances down.

Did she feel it?

I don't want her to run away thinking I'm
some freak who presses his cock to girls in bars. I grab her arm
and smile and point to the bartender to keep her here.

The woman points to her glass and then
me.

I shake my head. I'm buying.

Holding out some cash, I get what's on
special and hand her one.

She taps her finger against the side of the
glass and inspects the liquid inside. It's pink and stinks of cheap
liquor.

I grin and gesture for her to try it.

Her lips open and the faintest glimpse of a
wet pink tongue appears. It's oddly erotic watching her gulp down
the whole drink in one go, her throat working as she swallows it
all in one.

“Nice?” I yell.

She smiles and nods.

I drink down mine and decide that I have a
miracle here. A woman that can turn me on like this is a prize and
she looks crazily like my ex as well. If I can fuck her tonight,
it'll be like FINALLY fucking Wendy – my ex-girlfriend who held out
longer than anyone should.

My hand takes her and I surprise her by her
expression when I draw her to the dance floor. My boys fist pump
and cat call wildly when I go by. They are all for this.

I'm out there and it's crazy. Loud, a sea of
people, lights everywhere, people nearly fucking each other on the
dance floor. This place is filthy and hardcore and a total meat
market. Girls too young to be in here are all over the place. Guys
wasted to the point of stumbling in circles. A madhouse of a party,
but perfect. Just perfect for grinding on this hot older babe.

I grab her hips and find them fleshy but
firm. My cock presses straight up between the crease down the
middle and she makes no complaint about having it there.

“You are sexy,” I whisper in her ear.

My cock rolls of the soft fabric of her
dress as I bend my knees and work my hips side to side. Her butt is
in good shape and wide. My hands are all over it for a whole song
before I turn her and go straight into the make out.

Lights, sweat, sex.

I have her pinned against a speaker and I'm
finger fucking her wet pussy to the bass and I don't know how I got
here. She's moaning in my ear and calling me a filthy young man.
I'm so horny right now I could cum.

But I don't.

The song ends. People shift and we come out
of the crowd. I take her by the hand and guide her off the
floor.

“Where ya going?” Jock calls as we pass.

I turn a sly grin on him and his eyes pop. A
genuinely pleased smile is on his face. I'm back in the saddle and,
because I've been so down since Wendy dumped me, the others will be
pleased to hear about it.

My car isn't far. Out of habit I parked it
way out back of the club's parking lot. Usually I sleep the booze
off and go home after I'm sure I'm not going to get myself in
trouble if I was stopped by a cop. My job, when not studying to be
a marketing manager, is a delivery driver and my license is
something I protect strongly.

“Here?” she asks.

Her voice is pretty and makes me think of
Wendy even more.

“Yeah,” is all I say.

I push her to the rear passenger door of my
ugly cheap gray sedan and run my tongue around the inside of her
mouth. Her kiss is passionate and not lacking in enthusiasm. I
would say that this one hasn't had a man in awhile. Vaguely, I
wonder how long that has been as, now that I have her out in the
street light, I can see she's quite a bit older than me. That's not
to say she's not attractive. She's VERY attractive. But, that I
thought she was younger, maybe 30. Looks like she's more 40 and not
much older than that.

I run my hand up the side of her red dress.
It comes up easily and she groans in anticipation as I put my
finger in her pussy again. The flesh is warm and tight – crazy,
crazy tight. I have to force my finger in really forcefully to get
to the knuckle of my middle finger on my right hand.

“You are so damn sexy,” I slur.

My fingering gets wild. I pull it out and
put it in her mouth and she doesn't even reject it – sucks on it
like this is a sweet little treat or something. Right then I
realize the wonders of an older woman. There's no barriers with
them. I realize that we could get a whole lot more kinky tonight
and she'd be down for it. That makes me wild as a boxer in the
middle of a mad brawl on fight night. I take her by the hair and
yank her head back to work her neck with my lips. Her breasts get
little bit marks on the flesh I can get to and her dress is almost
up around her hips by the time she knocks on the car door and looks
at me suggestively.

“Right. I got carried away.”

I open the door and let her in like a
lady.

Then I descend on her again like the devil
on judgment day.

This time, though, she's not having me take
the lead. I'm quickly put in my place with a gentle push and a
look. She stares into my eyes and I just know that this is going to
be something I will recite to the guys over and over. A woman like
this could make a man's life – not just his night!

She shimmies down between my legs and works
my zipper down. It's hard to get my jeans to my ankles because they
have tightened right up with how big my dick has become.

“Fuck,” I whisper in awe as she puts my
dick, straight through my boxers, in her mouth and rolls the tip
around. It is a close thing that I don't cum from her mouth
straight off.

She rips down my boxers and spits long and
hard on my dick. It's a big wad of wet saliva that is pushed into
her mouth when she comes down on my length again. I moan loudly as
she hoovers about half way down and chokes on my cock. My hands
press into the cushioning of the back seat and my eyes go skyward.
When has a woman willingly choked on my cock before? Oh, that's
right. This is my first time.

I moan long and strong. It's like a wail or
a keening sound. I swear I cum, but when she comes back up my dick
is still hard and there's no white stuff hanging from her lips,
only her own saliva.

“Get up here.”

It's a firm command.

I have her sit side on and start working for
her pussy, but she won't let me.

“My husband will find out.”

Those five words stop the action cold.

“Husband?”

I notice the ring on her finger. It's gold
and smooth, no gems, one band – definitely a wedding ring.

“Oh...”

She grabs my head and pulls me in real close
so that she can look into my eyes.

“Don't worry. I'm not telling anyone.”

“But you are married?”

“Unhappily. Are you going to take this
chance from me?”

I sit there and think very clearly for a
good minute. She's not happy with her man, but not leaving.
There'll be a reason. Marriage is different from me and Wendy. This
woman is older as well. She knows what's up. If I don't take this
prize then someone else is going to tonight. She's ready to go by
the pussy juice scent in the car. I can choose to stress the
details or see the big picture and realize that she chose me and
she wants me and her life decisions are none of my business.

My cock hardens even more. Fucking a married
woman is just plain hot as it gets.

I ignore the ring and reach for the
pussy.

“I said no,” she says. “You can't do me
there.”

That's a downer.

“Then what?” I ask. “Are you going to blow
me more or something?”