Stealing Moments

By Jonathan White

She loves it up the ass. He has never fucked a woman there. She lets him fuck her, she wants to be his first. Noelle can't love just one man, she needs different things from different men. He is good with words and talks her husband into it. The three of them learn what it means to care without rules and boundaries. It is extremely explicit and she loves every bit. As a matter of fact she made the first move! She describes anal as "the cherry on an ice cream sundae." Try this great read. You will end up juicy wet and it just may make you open your heart to a whole new world of sex and passion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jonathan White
• Release date: Jan 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370373451

Jonathan White

As an author I enjoy writing erotica because it allows the dark side to talk in a safe forum. As an individual I never allow that side of me to show. Society tends to frown on that sort of thing. I enjoy being creative, spicy foods and people watching. I have always been a bit quiet and it worked against me most of my life. So I worked hard at learning how to blend in. I think it is all that effort to become like everyone else that has led me to finding this outlet. All that energy has to go somewhere. I just put it in writing. I think the most important thing in life is being in love. The older I get the more I believe we have been looking at love all the wrong way. It seems to me that it is the most misunderstood topic in our society. We think the word 'love' and the idea of being exclusive as synonymous. I am not encouraging polyamory. But I do believe that respecting one another as individuals, with individual free wills that will probably be a lot different than our own, no matter how alike we think we are...is a really great step in the right direction. I think family is super important and our children are our greatest treasure and asset. It tears me up to see them torn in a broken family, be it through divorce or any other means. They are our only hope for a better future. I think we need to sacrifice more of our own personal comfort on their behalf. I hope you enjoy reading what I write. It is all for the sake of entertainment. If you learn something then that was a plus too. Please enjoy.

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Stealing Moments

Chapter 1.

Rueben woke up feeling refreshed. It was like the sun was shinning for the first time.

He glanced at his wife laying next to him.

His wife was still sleeping. Slowly, easing his legs over the side of the bed so as to not disturb her, Rueben crept to the kitchen to make her breakfast.

While the sausage sizzled loudly in the pan, he kneaded and pounded out some cat-head biscuits.

They where an old family tradition. Some called them owl-head biscuits. It was a reference to their size. Or at least that was what his mother said when she had taught him. No one really knew why they where called that.

Flour (self-rising, just enough for four biscuits), a touch of baking soda because he thought it gave it that extra little poof and then in a second bowl he poured some milk and an egg. Those he whisked till mixed well.

He sighed, cooking always gave him a sense of contentment.

The smell of the frying sausage filled the room with a thick heady country smell. Grease mixed with the crispness of the morning floating in from the open window gave an ambiance of a ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ moment, a magazine.

As he mixed the two components, dry ingredients with the milk and egg solution, the oven beeped, preheated.

Startled, he jumped, batter mix covered his hands, white and sticky.

Looking anxiously towards the bedroom where his wife, still passed out from her alcoholic induced coma the night before, lay.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he assured himself she still slept. Because of her condition, her state of mind was more often than not, depressed and confrontational. He had hoped that a nice breakfast would help stave off today’s probable woes.

He popped four large doughy balls into the now preheated oven. After setting the timer and platting the steaming sausages he poured himself the last cup of old coffee from the day before and microwaved it.

The effort he was showing was typical of any given morning. Each night she drank herself into oblivion and each morning he put his best foot forward.

Married for over a decade she had always been a bit odd. Had Rueben known what to look for he could have seen the symptoms.

To an untrained eye, at the time they met, she was just a very sensitive girl who was a little odd. That was that, nothing more.

He had even come up with cute pet phrases for her oddities. He called it ‘doing it the A.K. way’. Her name is Arora Kadence and A.K. is her initials.

For example A.K. did not like foreplay. For her it was get the pants off and get the pussy fucked. It was as black and white world, on or off, all or nothing, hate it love, indifference was a thing to be shunned.

Her behavior had led them to many points where his loyalty to the relationship was tested. Rueben being special, had a gift for tolerance.

So today, not unlike any other day Rueben was battling the odds. He knew, like many times gone by, it would not help much. But, he always tried.

He sipped his old coffee. She was still asleep and the biscuits where done.

He brought the sausages and piping hot biscuits into their bedroom and