The House on Cinder Lane
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 6: The Offer
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Offer - In a world that ended in 2020, a 72-year-old widower with no prostate opens his door to three extraordinary women. Five years later, naked, titanium-collared, and complete, they prove love needs no working cock—only steady hands, overflowing trays, and hearts brave enough to burn clothes and build forever. Raw, explicit, tender, triumphant later-in-life BDSM poly romance.
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June 1, 2020
Bob woke before dawn with three separate hearts beating against his skin.
Susan lay on his left, cheek on his chest, one thick thigh thrown over his. Nawana sprawled across his right, face buried in his neck, snoring softly in Spanish. Alicia was curled at the foot of the bed on her cushioned mat, naked except for the purple rope marks still blooming across her ribs, one hand resting possessively on his ankle even in sleep.
The California king had never felt so small, or so right.
He lay still for a long time, listening to the house breathe with them. Outside, the world was still half-shut, half-terrified, half-hopeful. Inside, something had already locked into place.
He knew what he had to do before the sun finished rising.
Carefully he extricated himself, pressed a kiss to each forehead (Susan stirred and smiled without opening her eyes, Nawana muttered “mine” and tried to pull him back, Alicia simply tightened her grip on his ankle until he brushed a thumb across her cheek and she let go).
He pulled on loose gi pants, went downstairs, brewed coffee strong enough to strip paint, and opened the laptop on the kitchen island.
Then he wrote the letter he had been carrying in his head for weeks.
Subject: The Offer – Read Alone, Answer Honestly
Susan, Nawana, Alicia,
You have each spent time under this roof. You have each tasted what this life could be. You have each left and come back, or threatened to leave and been unable to make yourself walk out the door.
I am done with trials.
Here is the offer. There will not be another.
One month. Beginning June 20, 2020 (longest day of the year, first day the world feels halfway normal again).
Rules for the month:
The moment your vehicle enters my driveway, clothes are forbidden inside this house except for medical or legal necessity outside it.
Total power exchange. My word is final in all things. Safewords remain sacred for scenes; daily life is mine to structure.
You will bring only what fits in one suitcase and one box. Everything else will be sold, stored, or surrendered.
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