This is a romantic/forgiveness story. Amy is 51 and frumpy and finds out that her husband is having an affair. She goes shopping and by chance meets a young man who finds her attractive. After spending the afternoon in his arms she learns the meaning of true beauty and love.
In 1960 I was a sex-obsessed fifteen-year-old, with an addiction to the glossy pinup magazines of those pre-internet days. I turned to shoplifting as a way of meeting my needs. When I got caught, the owner of the store, a recently widowed lady in her thirties, didn't know what to do with me. Eventually she came up with a unique way for me to pay for my crimes. At the same time she found a way to fulfill the needs of a horny teenaged boy and a young widow with an overactive libido.
Two friends get caught up in the beauty and wonder of a magical place. They let their senses and emotions lead them to their secret heaven. This is a story written in the male perspective with a female touch. I love the mystical feel and the language in this story. *sigh*
I'd been married for a few years to a bastard disguised as a gentleman. I thought he was charming, despite his complete inability to tell the truth. After I threw him out, I kept to the house for a long time. No dating. No boyfriends. No sex. Well, not with anyone else. And I was happy, I thought!
When Damien needed a cat sitter in a hurry, his thoughts turned to the girl next door. OK, so it wasn't the first time that his thoughts had turned to his neighbours' cute fifteen-year-old daughter, but this time was a bit different. Then, when she came round to talk to him about it, he caught her reading one of his mucky stories and it was obvious that it was turning her on.