The Poker Game: An Erotic Tale

By IJ Sarlon

Simona has hit hard times. She's about to lose the family farm, and Grandma needs an operation. To make matters worse, she might be falling in actual love with the hot farm boy, Logan, from down the street. But when times get tough, Simona will do anything to make things right again. Even if it means stripping a few towns over, and, just maybe, selling her body at a millionaire's poker game. How will she ever tell Logan the things she has done? Will she ever confess that, as depraved and kinky as things got, she actually found herself enjoying it?

This is the first short story in a series about Simona and the people in her world. It is a graphic work of erotica intended for adults only. Tension builds right up until the end of the story, when Simona finds herself surrounded by alpha desire. And a surprise guest to the party.

All work by IJ Sarlon will indicate if it is erotica or for adults only, as many of the work is more romantic and tame in nature.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: IJ Sarlon
• Release date: Apr 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463144640

IJ Sarlon

IJ Sarlon writes books of romance to give you a slight thrill, and fill you with thoughts of hope and luxury.

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THE POKER GAME

An Erotic Tale

By IJ Sarlon

copyright 2019 IJ Sarlon

Simona wiped the sweat from her brow and leaned on the shovel. The sun was going down, casting an orange glow over the farm. Even though she was a good hundred yards from the farmhouse, the one light in her grandmother’s bedroom still seemed bright.

Grandma had said there was no point in going out to dig the rotted wood out of the fence line. They were set to lose the farm, even if she didn’t go through with the expensive operation.

Simona saw it differently. The farm was still theirs until it wasn’t anymore, and, as far as she was concerned, her grandmother was definitely going to have the operation. Simona would find a way.

It was just the two of them. Simona’s parents were gone, it didn’t matter where, and left her and Grandma on the farm. She was a little girl when they pulled out of the driveway, and Grandma wasn’t well even back then. Neighbors helped where they could, which delayed the inevitable, but the farm eventually fell to ruin. Simona helped where she could, but had taken a job making coffee and waiting tables for tourists in town, and tried to be the first call when someone needed a shift covered.

Grandma had gotten worse. She was in bed most days. Doctors said an operation might help, probably would help, and it was around that time a man knocked on their door. Sent by Mr. Wallis with an offer, less than what the land was worth, to be sure, but enough to cover the operation. He would give them time to think about it.

Simona watched the sun as it disappeared behind the prairie, and she fixed the buttons on her work shirt all the way up, over her breasts glistening with sweat, up to her neck to protect against the breeze. She slung the shovel over her shoulder and headed back to the barn.

The mare let out a huff as Simona gave her fresh hay.

Simona loved these simple chores and errands on the farm, and would have stayed forever if she could.

***

Simona had been roasting a chicken, and there wasn’t much else. She made the plate as full as she could, fuller than her own, and went up to Grandma’s room for dinner.

You shouldn’t make such a fuss, said Grandma.

You need to eat, said Simona.

As they ate, Grandma told Simona stories she’d mostly heard before, about what a sweet little girl Simona had been, and about what a beautiful marriage Grandma and Grandpa had had.

You need a man like that, Grandma said.

Simona smiled. I’m too busy for a man.

You need a man who was kind like Grandpa, and knew how to work the land, and who thinks about things beyond himself.

That sounds wonderful, Simona said. Maybe someday.

That Logan boy from down the way, Grandma said. We always thought you two might marry, unite the farms, live a good life.

Simona, of course, knew all of this. It had been almost arranged, in fact, that she and Logan would marry someday. The farms were close enough and