Recently divorced Erik Carson discovers that there's something about him that attracts younger women in droves. He has the looks. He has the money. And he's a man who knows how to take charge. But he's become bored with his hot nineteen year old girlfriend, Madison. He opts for a change of pace one night and gets more than he bargained for.
Playing with Dolly is a 6200 word alpha male MFM erotic short story.
Excerpt:
"Shoot,” Erik said with false sincerity. “Let’s get a drink.” They approached the bar and, as hoped, Madison was not asked to show ID when she ordered her shot with a beer back. Erik ordered himself a Bud and settled against the bar to watch the dance floor. Several lines of people were engaged in a very elaborate line dance. Erik shook his head. The thought of learning choreography in front of an audience was his own personal version of hell. Never in a million years would he engage in that kind of foolishness.
“Go ahead, Dolly,” he encouraged, seeing her little butt beginning to sway with the music. “I’ll watch.”
“But who should I dance with?”
“Just join the line. I am sure before the next song starts some young buck will ask you to dance. Say yes. Then come back to me.” She skipped off. He smiled, knowing he was just getting her warmed up.
Madison learned the steps easily and was soon giggling and falling against a beer-bellied man to her right. The next song was a slow, sad story about the perils of loving a cheating man. In seconds she was plastered against the guy with the Santa gut. She smiled over her shoulder at Erik as she let the man’s hands creep down to squeeze her ass. Erik frowned at her and shook his head. This was not the kind of guy he had in mind at all. She got his message and high-tailed it back to his side. He had another shot of tequila waiting for her.
“I’m disappointed in your taste, Dolly. You can do better than an old man like that,” he cringed as he said it. He did not want to put that thought in her head.
But Madison just smiled, “I liked his mustache, Daddy. It reminded me of yours.”
Erik ignored that jibe. “I guess you need my help.” Erik already had a candidate in mind. “Check out that guy over there,” he pointed with the neck of his beer to a guy leaning against the end of the bar.
He was probably in his early twenties with longish blonde hair. He had a strong body and features. His Levi’s fit him like a supple second skin, as did his black t-shirt which read “Do cowboy butts drive you nuts?”
Erik wasn’t gay, or even bi-sexual…but even he could see this was a damned attractive man.
“You want me to dance with him?” Madison asked incredulously.
“Yeah. See if you can get him interested in you.”
Madison tossed her hair, “Of course I can get him interested in me.” Accepting the challenge, she sauntered over to him. Tossing her wild hair over her shoulder, she cast the younger man her most seductive look. He took the bait, offering her his barstool with a courtly bow.
Soon she was holding a fresh drink and leaning into him as he spoke. She trailed her fingers down his chest to his flat stomach. He laughed. Erik thought he was almost too pretty to be a cowboy. But he did have the boots. Madison had dropped down low and was admiring them, her face on a level with his crotch.
Erik felt his breathing pick up. He caught her eye and winked. Keep it up.
Adult Reading Material (18+) This book is for mature audiences only and contains sexually explicit content.
Playing with Dolly is a 6200 word alpha male MFM erotic short story.
Excerpt:
"Shoot,” Erik said with false sincerity. “Let’s get a drink.” They approached the bar and, as hoped, Madison was not asked to show ID when she ordered her shot with a beer back. Erik ordered himself a Bud and settled against the bar to watch the dance floor. Several lines of people were engaged in a very elaborate line dance. Erik shook his head. The thought of learning choreography in front of an audience was his own personal version of hell. Never in a million years would he engage in that kind of foolishness.
“Go ahead, Dolly,” he encouraged, seeing her little butt beginning to sway with the music. “I’ll watch.”
“But who should I dance with?”
“Just join the line. I am sure before the next song starts some young buck will ask you to dance. Say yes. Then come back to me.” She skipped off. He smiled, knowing he was just getting her warmed up.
Madison learned the steps easily and was soon giggling and falling against a beer-bellied man to her right. The next song was a slow, sad story about the perils of loving a cheating man. In seconds she was plastered against the guy with the Santa gut. She smiled over her shoulder at Erik as she let the man’s hands creep down to squeeze her ass. Erik frowned at her and shook his head. This was not the kind of guy he had in mind at all. She got his message and high-tailed it back to his side. He had another shot of tequila waiting for her.
“I’m disappointed in your taste, Dolly. You can do better than an old man like that,” he cringed as he said it. He did not want to put that thought in her head.
But Madison just smiled, “I liked his mustache, Daddy. It reminded me of yours.”
Erik ignored that jibe. “I guess you need my help.” Erik already had a candidate in mind. “Check out that guy over there,” he pointed with the neck of his beer to a guy leaning against the end of the bar.
He was probably in his early twenties with longish blonde hair. He had a strong body and features. His Levi’s fit him like a supple second skin, as did his black t-shirt which read “Do cowboy butts drive you nuts?”
Erik wasn’t gay, or even bi-sexual…but even he could see this was a damned attractive man.
“You want me to dance with him?” Madison asked incredulously.
“Yeah. See if you can get him interested in you.”
Madison tossed her hair, “Of course I can get him interested in me.” Accepting the challenge, she sauntered over to him. Tossing her wild hair over her shoulder, she cast the younger man her most seductive look. He took the bait, offering her his barstool with a courtly bow.
Soon she was holding a fresh drink and leaning into him as he spoke. She trailed her fingers down his chest to his flat stomach. He laughed. Erik thought he was almost too pretty to be a cowboy. But he did have the boots. Madison had dropped down low and was admiring them, her face on a level with his crotch.
Erik felt his breathing pick up. He caught her eye and winked. Keep it up.
Adult Reading Material (18+) This book is for mature audiences only and contains sexually explicit content.
