Creatures of Habit

By Miriam F. Martin

Tom wakes up every morning to Katie’s piano music. Predictable as Sunday morning. But one day while making breakfast, he discovers something missing.

And he can’t put his finger on that missing something.

His beautiful wife makes it a habit to please him, but Tom wonders if she’s holding back a secret.

If you enjoy sexy, intelligent erotica with a splash of mystery, be sure to read Creatures of Habit.

Bonus story included: While on Vacation

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hermit Muse Publishing
• Release date: Nov 4, 2016

Miriam F. Martin

Miriam F. Martin grew up wanting to be a cam girl, but excessive stage fright killed the dream. Her passion for getting strangers off over the wild worldwide web hasn’t died yet. So she focuses her time writing smutty books for smart people, like you. When not writing erotica, she also writes science fiction and fantasy. Her hobbies include playing the guitar badly, misinterpreting the future with Tarot cards, and over-analyzing dreams. She also enjoys first-person shooters, rogue-likes, and hidden object games. Her quest in life is to have a house full of cats. Miriam loves to hear from her fans, and she may be contacted through her agent, David Anthony Brown, at: david (at) danthonybrown (dot) com

Book preview

Siren’s Garter Presents:

CREATURES OF HABIT

An Erotic Short Story

by

Miriam F. Martin

Bonus Story Included!

WHILE ON VACATION

Hermit Muse Publishing

Copyright Information

Smashwords Edition

All Original Content

Copyright © 2016: David Anthony Brown

Published by: Hermit Muse Publishing

Cover image by: iancucristi/BigStockPhoto

Cover design by: D. Brown/Hermit Muse Publishing

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

This book contains erotic content, and is intended for adults over the age of 18.

CONTENTS

Creatures of Habit

Tom wakes up every morning to Katie’s piano music. Predictable as Sunday morning. But one day while making breakfast, he discovers something missing.

And he can’t put his finger on that missing something.

His beautiful wife makes it a habit to please him, but Tom wonders if she’s holding back a secret.

If you enjoy sexy, intelligent erotica with a splash of mystery, be sure to read Creatures of Habit.

Bonus Story:

While on Vacation

Jack can’t but think about last night. His girlfriend, Rose, and the new neighbor lady, Violet, were wonderful. But last night is far away while on vacation, and Jack and Rose left the neighbor behind. New adventures just don’t seem as appealing to him.

Perhaps a quiet picnic in a park will tame Jack’s sex drive. Or prod him in finding another woman to share with Rose.

If you enjoy quirky FMF menage erotica, be sure to read While on Vacation.

CREATURES OF HABIT

1

The parlor smelled of lavender flavored wax candles. Every table had at least one. Both end tables, as well as the coffee table with one giant candle ten inches in diameter. The curtains were wide open, but the outside was too dark for the afternoon.

Katie sat, back to me, at the piano. She was barefoot, in running shorts and a sports bra. A water bottle on the carpet, and pages of sheet music.

She was focused on the same two measures. I doubted she heard me come down the stairs. She woke me up early, on accident, by leaving the bathroom light on before slamming the screen door shut on her way to her daily mile run. I laid awake for a long time, listening to the thunderclaps and the gutters rattling in the windy violence. The storms rolled in later this morning, washed away yesterday’s sticky humidity, and left more rain clouds.

Now the chaotic rumblings seemed far away, washed away by Katie’s practice. A creature of habit, predictable as Sunday morning, beautiful as the steady tap-tap of notes she played. The only lights were her candles and the soft glow of the floor-lamp near the baby grand.

I stood in the double French doors, hands in pockets, watching Katie practice ragtime music. Sweaty hair clung to her bare shoulders, hiding her face. Her arms and legs were muscular and well toned. She had an lovely hourglass shape, one she worked at every day without fail, with curvy hips and a tight body.

I tiptoed into the kitchen and put on the coffee. The counters and cabinets were as organized as everything Katie did, all the way down to the magnets on the fridge and the three patterns in their own respective cupboards. She never simply threw something into a drawer. Everything had a place, or it didn’t belong anywhere.

I managed complete