Finding Love

By Lana Ocean

Real love exists, just never give up looking. It's where you least expect it.

A woman journalist investigates strange activity by residents in her city when she is told people leaving their garage doors partially open is inviting strangers in for something other than a cup of tea.

The journalist discovers truths about her marriage and, more importantly, truths about herself.

Love can arrive from anywhere at anytime, and anyplace.

This is an erotic novella intended for readers aged 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lana Ocean
• Release date: Mar 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9781738114283

Lana Ocean

LANA OCEAN is an award-winning author of fiction in another genre. Erotic fiction started as a lark, and then suddenly she had written thousands and thousands of words.She has compiled many erotic stories over the years and published them using Literotica.com under the name Estcher. She is using a pseudonym because she wants to protect her true identity. Erotic fiction is not something you can brag about at cocktail parties.Lana proudly lives in Canada.Connect with Lana Ocean:EMAIL: [e-mail]

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Finding Love

an

Erotic Novella

by

Lana Ocean

Titles by Lana Ocean

Spell Casters Series

The Coming of the Spell Caster

The Schooling of the Spell Caster

The Rise of the Spell Caster

Novellas and Other

Becoming Hannah

Chastity Chronicles

Corporate Executive

Escort Neighbour

Finding Love

Late Night Coffee

Night Train

Philanthropy (5 Part Series)

Philanthropy

Running Mate

The Swinging Professor

The Swinging Professor 2

Tomboy Sue

Virginia Beach

Finding Love by Lana Ocean

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Finding Love

by

Lana Ocean

Content Warning

This novel contains vivid descriptions of lesbian sex and discussions about gay sex. This novel is intended for adults aged eighteen and over.

I MARRIED OUT of college. I love my husband, but sometimes I think perhaps I married him to put my college years behind me. I think about it all the time. It might be affecting our marriage, but I think I hide it well. I was the typical freshwoman in college. I arrived all wide-eyed and eager to learn. Within months, I was sleeping with most, if not all, the women in my dormitory.

It’s something I’m actually proud of. I loved my four years in college. I loved the women I slept with. I was happy. Immensely so. They were the best years and the most formative years of my life. I went from a chaste religious virgin to a wanton sex addict; addicted to the soft, loving touch of a woman.

It was in my last year in college that my girlfriend suggested I try men. She said I owed it to myself to see if perhaps I batted for the other team. Or both. Internally I was mortified but recognised I would be returning home in six months, and my bible-belt town would never accept a lesbian. I would be ostracised. Humiliated, or worse. My girlfriend said I needed a boyfriend to hide behind. Horrible words, I admit, but I saw the logic.

It took me about a month to gather the nerve to approach the only boy I found cute in my English class. He wrote poetry, and I loved his words. He was talented. He was blond-haired, blue-eyed, fit, tall and wrote about love and romance. I had thought him gay for the past three years, but one of the girls I slept with in the dorm had slept with him. She said he was terrific in bed, even if his cock bent to the left. She had giggled and demonstrated what his cock looked like on the double-ended dildo we were sharing.

I had never seen a penis in real-life. I had seen plenty of pictures, and my vibrators copied the shape. Mostly. I had watched videos of men ejaculating and thought it all pretty gross. The same girl told me it wasn’t, and that it was powerful and amazing to watch. She said it made her feel powerful when she was able to make a man hard for her and then cum. She also said it tasted okay.

I found that repulsive.

I had my whole future in front of me, but my mom and dad expected I would settle down and raise a Christian family with Christian values. It was my only destiny for them. Every time I called home; it was always filled with questions about whether I had found a boy yet. Never about my studies. I was months from a Batchelor of Arts with a major in Journalism, and they only asked me about boys. They ignored that the town paper had already promised to hire me. Soon, I would have a job in my field, reporting on cow patty bingo at the state fair. But it was a job in my chosen profession, and I was excited about it. I imagined breaking some great story and becoming famous and winning awards. In those dreams, I never had a dutiful husband by my side. I was alone and proud and standing tall.

But apparently, I needed a husband to fulfil my future. My parents reminded me every day. My friends back home had already married straight out of high school to their high school sweethearts. Half of them