The Mature Rider Waited for Me in the Ranch Kitchen
He smelled of tobacco and the countryside, not expensive perfume. When I went down to the kitchen for water at three in the morning, I knew he’d be there, smoking under the moon.
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Stories by Dario76, page 2
The Mature Mother Who Bargained with the Neighborhood Thug
When I crossed the park that night, I already knew I wouldn’t come back the same. Dani was nineteen, twice my muscle, and had no qualms about using it.
The Mature Civil Servant and Her Secret Price
When she lowered the shutter and turned the latch, Adil knew that tonight’s appointment would not be like the others. The civil servant knew exactly what she wanted.