The Fisting of St Claudia

By Sam Hoode

St Claudia is not religious in the slightest. She is merely a beautiful woman that has caught the of eye of Tim as she drops her daughter of at school. Tim loves her car and uses it as a way to get to know her. He thinks she in nothing short of perfection, hence his 'pet-name' for her, St Claudia. However, what he doesn't know is that she comes from loveless relationship and craves the things she sees in adult movies. But her husband is out of town. And it's a cold day. And Tim is wearing shorts. So she offers him a ride. An offer of coffee quickly turns into a bedroom encounter in which Claudia and Tim make a good fist of things ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sam Hoode
• Release date: Jun 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310137334

Sam Hoode

Sam lives and works in Christchurch, New Zealand. Whilst there is a 120,000 word full length novel securely hidden somewhere, Sam prefers writing short story erotica. The sort of thing that you can sit down and read within one sitting. Story lengths run from 2000-5000 words and cover mainstream erotica - nothing hard core. Sam writes in two styles, one is a the ultimate-female-fantasy series and the other is more down-to-earth-real-world-house-wife series. Hopefully one or the other will capture your attention. Feedback is welcome at [e-mail]

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The Fisting of St Claudia by Sam Hoode

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Copyright June 2014

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Claudia was a reasonably attractive mother at my daughter’s school. I say ‘reasonably’ because none of the other guys seemed to think she was as heavenly as I did. Oh yeah, she’s okay or Well she’s really nice, but not really my sort of girl were common responses.

Upon considered reflection I would have to confess that she could sometimes wear too much makeup. To the point that during the winter months you would sometimes forget the colour of her skin. Or mistake her for being related to an eskimo. But either way she was heavenly to me. I had named her St Claudia because she looked serene and saintlike. I assumed women could be saints. Or were they saintesses?

St Claudia always had an ornate coffee travel cup in her hand with a potent smelling brew. The sort of coffee that only one coffee shop in town would make. And we knew which one because her late model Audi was always parked outside it. Immaculately groomed and polished to a high sheen - it was the car that first drew me to her.

I had a thing for Audis. I liked the way that, in my nearly forty years on the planet, something was still able to make me catch my breath. Something materialistic anyway.

The first time I saw the car, I was praying for there to be a tall attractive single woman driving. A tall attractive single woman who happened to like alternative sex. Alternative being solo Dads like me. The tall attractiveness and marital status you could see on the outside - the alternative piece could be hidden like the proverbial needle. However the rings