Lost and Found (MILF 3, Book 4)

By Sophie Sin

You'd think rock bottom was about as bad as it could get, right? Nope. Being saved by a cranky old writer and put to work under a gorgeous blond that may or may not be involved with the mafia isn't easy. One man finds his boss isn't as tough as she seems. One night to an eternity, changes comes to us all sometimes - for better or worse!

This is the fourth book in the 3rd series of MILF. You can find all four books in the MILF Collection 3. Thanks for reading!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Mar 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310481680

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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Lost and Found

MILF 3, Book 4

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2013 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This book is a short work of around 3500 words. If you would like longer, filthier material then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing 7 stories plus bonus works). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Editor’s Note:

You can find this story with the others listed below in the ‘MILF Collection 3’.

That collection contains the following stories:

Like Fine Wine, The Fiery Librarian, A Wealthy Woman, Lost And Found.

The ‘MILF Collection 3’ collection can be found at any of your favorite e-stores.

Backpacking Blues

WITH NO MONEY AND NO HOPE, ALL I CAN DO IS BEG FOR HELP.

The street corner is cold this time of the morning. I slept just a short distance away in a small park, shivering in the frigid air of the winter Amsterdam night under a blanket that I begged from the soup kitchen down the road that didn't have a bed for me that evening.

It was my first day outside in the cold on this trip turned to hell and worse and memorable in its unpleasantness.

Beside me is my backpack. It's crumpled and worn with the flags of various countries on it. I'm an experienced traveler and have been through my share of scrapes, but this has to be the worst.

Spare some change? I call at the lone business man hustling past me with a warm coffee in hand and paying me no heed.

The morning sun is slowly bringing warmth to the city. I sit and wait as the train station down the road starts