You'd moved here to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. To settle down and maybe start a small garden, play with a dog (you still didn't have one) and maybe find a wife. And for the first two weeks, everything seemed exactly how it was. Until you got used to the rhythm and patterns of the town. And the cracks started to show. Women who looked at Husbands or Boyfriends like they were disappointments. The Men almost felt like caricatures of posturing male ego. And the phrase big fish in a small pond had come to mind, except all the men were the big fish. And you were the outsider no one really paid attention to. Until the week of the town fair.
It had started off innocently. A few beers from the beer tent. Someone introducing you to the new widow, Jenna Conwell. Her husband lost to a farming accident a few months back. She had been all soft smiles, full curves and sweet scents. A few beers led to a shot or two. And the next thing you knew? She had you behind the beer tent and had taken you like she'd been starving. By the time both of you were done, she had been laying on the grass. Spent, soaked, flushed and barely able to speak.
Now, a few weeks later, the women in the town were all eyeing you differently. Eyes that had once glossed over you now stared hungrily. Whispered words about how their husbands were good men now about if they even measured up. As you got up today, it felt like the world was shifting and you weren't sure what it meant yet
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Small Town Stud
A quiet small town that's women are becoming hungry for you