Winter's Tale: Bimbo Stories

By Quixerotic

Samantha is obsessed with her job. Even though all her sisters-in-law are constantly pregnant and happy, Samantha would rather spend time in board meetings than in the bedroom. At least until she and her faithful husband, Luke, visit her family home for Christmas. Sparks start to fly when Samantha is told the family secret. Will the old family magic bimbify her enough to save her marriage or maybe even finally start the family Luke always wanted?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370424894

Quixerotic

I have always enjoyed a particular type of erotica, stories where lust and carnal desire overwhelm reason, driving away the trappings of the real world as ecstatic fantasy takes over. My writing strives to tell such stories in rich worlds of dark fantasy, far flung science fiction, or apocalyptic inevitability, finding the kinky fun under every rock or at the end of every winding corridor.

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Winter’s Tale: Bimbo Stories

Quixerotic

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Winter’s Tale

Bimbo Stories

by Quixerotic

Samantha let out a yip of pleasure as he swirled his tongue over her erect nub. His hands rose up to feel her tits, taking the soft flesh and kneading it, sending sparks through Samantha’s body. Luke loved the smell of her, the taste of her skin. His cock ached with anticipation. As he sucked her breast, he pulled her body against his, electrified by the feeling of her skin against his own…

Mom! We’re here! Samantha yelled through the back door. The young woman stepped inside and snow showered off of her to the floor of the coat room. Behind her, a shambling pile of presents, also covered in snow, waited patiently for room to enter.

An older, slightly more plump version of Samantha rounded the corner and threw open her arms, Merry Christmas! Samantha hung up her scarf and went to meet her mother’s hug.

From behind the moving stack of presents came a muffled, Merry Christmas, Ellen.

Luke, what are you two doing with all that? We all agreed, no presents this year. Come in, come in. Oh, boots off please. Samantha, I love your hair. Go on in! The fire is going. The older woman helped Luke off with his boots and coat while the young man did a balancing act with the stack of brightly papered presents. Finally, somewhat clear of his trappings, he bent at the knee and kissed his mother-in-law on the cheek. She grinned at him and muttered another Merry Christmas before shooing him down the hall.

Luke moved further into the old, and often confusing, Oswalt house. The first time he visited with Samantha, he’d gotten lost three times. Samantha told him that, originally, the house had been just the main hall and kitchen. The Oswalt family added everything else on over the years. A second floor for bedrooms, a library, several other studies; on the ground floor, a wine cellar, a larger kitchen, a grander hall — all