The Neighbor's Son Is Thick

By Kimberlee Madison

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I can’t seem to get the neighbor’s son off my mind. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. And now I have this one chance . . . this one chance to experience something that a woman like me really needs. I mean, I never thought size mattered all that much. But after seeing those pictures, those huge thick pictures, it’s all I can think about. I find myself daydreaming about it, wondering what it might be like, such a large man . . . such a big beautiful man. Jeez. Some folks might call me a cougar. Some might call me a milf. Whatever it is you call me I don’t really care. All I know is that I finally know what I want . . . what I want to try for the first time . . . and today is the day. Tanner is so big and beautiful, and I can’t get him off my mind. In the end, I think size really might matter . . . I think it might make all the difference in the world, especially for a woman like me, a woman who finds herself aching to be dominated in so many deep ways.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberlee Madison
• Release date: Jul 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005169442

Kimberlee Madison

Back in high school I was what you might call a tease. Sure, I gave my share of BJs and hand jobs, but rarely did I go all the way back in those days. It was more fun for me to seduce the boys, get them as hot and bothered as I could, just to watch them ache. I loved more than anything to watch their expressions when I wore a skirt and would leave my legs open, ever so slightly, exposing just a glint of panties. Or when one of my tits accidentally poked out of my shirt during gym class. More than anything, back in high school I loved watching their faces as I was yanking them off, that old familiar grimace stretched across their faces as they'd explode all over the back seat of my dad's car . . . I suppose that's what I love most about writing erotica--the thrill of knowing that people are getting off on the stories I have to tell. I hope you enjoy!I love hearing from readers!!! . . . you can email me at [e-mail]

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The Neighbor’s Son is Thick!

Copyright 2020 © by Kimberlee Madison

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

WARNING: This book contains explicit adult content! Everyone in this story is 18 or older!

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Miss A.

All morning I have been incredibly horny. Debilitatingly horny is more like it. To the point I’m losing my mind. Getting fucked really hard is all I can think about. I turn on the television—I think about getting fucked hard. I water the roses—I think about getting fucked hard. I cook breakfast—I think about getting fucked hard. Not having sex, mind you. Not making love. I’m talking about getting fucking banged! Raw, savage fucking. Hard fucking. Pussy plastered so hard I won’t be able to stand up the next morning type fucking. Abused cunt type fucking. That’s what I’m talking about here. Not just the ordinary slip it in and dip it out. No. I need something extraordinary. Something magnificent. Something that will satisfy. Something—or somebody—who will pound me into oblivion and be willing, and able, to take it a few degrees above that.

I know I sound crazy. But how can you blame me. They say this sort of thing happens when a woman reaches a certain age. I had no idea it came with such waves of intensity. I’m only forty-two. It doesn’t help matters much that I’ve been single for so long, that I haven’t been with a man in probably a year and a half—and that last