Steam Heat and Doctor's Orders

By Ginger Starr

Two ultra erotic short stories featuring M/F, F/F and group scenes. A man fulfills all his wife's swinging fantasies-and his own-in "Steam Heat" and a woman gets a second chance at lust in "Doctor's Orders."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Starr Publishing
• Release date: Aug 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465806659

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Steam Heat and Doctor’s Orders

by Ginger Starr

Published by Ginger Starr Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Ginger Starr

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Steam Heat

My friends were surprised when my wife and I married. She was twenty-two and I was thirty-six. It’s hardly unusual for a man to have a younger partner, but almost all my affairs and long-term relationships throughout my adult life have been with older women.

I think it was my college year in Paris that gave me an appreciation for sophisticated and sexually confident females of a certain age. They know exactly what they want and have the intelligence and self-awareness to accept and give pleasure without shame or guilt.

It was incredible then to find a woman like Frida who was so comfortable in her own skin and so upfront about her desires at such an early age. We met on a business trip I took to Iceland. It was during their economic boom and in summer when the sun shines brightly at 11pm.

It was my first time in Reykjavik, the capitol, and I fell in love with the beauty of the land and its people, if not its cuisine. Take my advice. Find a way to refuse the lifrapylsa. It’s sheep liver sausage-their national dish. Everyone from cab drivers to strangers on the street will try to get you to eat it. Nothing may be funnier to a Icelander than seeing the reaction of someone tasting it for the first time.

I was there to discuss a business venture on geothermal energy and Frida was our group’s cultural liaison. She got my attention from the moment I saw her at the airport. Her glossy espresso-colored hair hung in a thick sheet to her waist and I was immediately compelled by her expressive face and open manner.

She stood about 5’10" in flats and her proud stance showed the strength and hardiness of her Nordic heritage. She was athletic and healthy-looking, no waif wannabe. Her figure was curvy, with firm round breasts the size of cantaloupes above a trim waist that swelled out to luscious hips and strongly muscled thighs.

The more time we spent together, the more her sharp mind and wicked sense of humor as well as her glorious face and body attracted me. After two days,