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A scorching short story from the Eerie Trysts series. Widowed Olivia makes a snowman with her little boy and puts him to bed for the night. When she looks outside, the snowman seems to be taller than before. He comes to life, shedding his snowy layers to show her the man underneath. His touch is cold, but it feels oh so good. Contains explicit sex between a MILF and a sexy s A scorching short story from the Eerie Trysts series. Widowed Olivia makes a snowman with her little boy and puts him to bed for the night. When she looks outside, the snowman seems to be taller than before. He comes to life, shedding his snowy layers to show her the man underneath. His touch is cold, but it feels oh so good. Contains explicit sex between a MILF and a sexy snowman. This short story is roughly 3,200 words long and is not intended for readers under eighteen. EXCERPT The snowman grew taller and snow fell off him in chunks. Patches of pale skin showed through the gaps in the white. There was a man in there. He shook himself off like a wet dog and the last of the snow flew off him. I held my breath and watched him brush his fair hair back from his face. The snow had soaked it so that it lay back as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. He was big. Much taller than me. His bare chest glistened in the evening light. My gaze drifted lower. He was naked. And very well endowed. Even after being wrapped in that freezing snow. I tried not to stare, but it was a long time since I’d seen a naked man. My cheeks grew warm as I moved away from him. I should have run inside, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. He looked my way and our eyes met. The way he looked at me took my breath away. It was like there was no one else on earth but me. The fear slid away from me and I took in his dark eyes. None of this was possible, but he was there anyway. A tall, muscular man standing naked in the snow. He didn’t even seem to feel the cold. I was shivering more than him. He took two steps towards me, his bare feet crunching on the snow. I wanted to speak to him, but I didn’t know what to say. What was I thinking? It didn’t matter what I said. He wasn’t real. Holding out his hand, he came even closer. I looked back at the house. At Lewis’ bedroom window. My life was in there, where things were normal and easily explained. When I turned around again, there’d be nothing there but the snowman I’d made with my son. There was no man in my garden. There couldn’t be. I looked. He was still there, his hand outstretched. If I took it, I could stop being ‘the widow’, or Mummy or Mrs Hadley. For the time I spent with him, I would just be Olivia again. I met his eyes. His beautiful, soulful eyes. Then I took his hand and let him draw me in for a kiss. His lips were freezing, but as he pressed them against mine, he began to thaw. He put his arms around me and I felt his temperature rise. Along with other things. He grew hard between us, and I remembered how good it felt to be wanted. I kissed him with all the passion I’d locked away in the past few years and he warmed beneath my lips.


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A scorching short story from the Eerie Trysts series. Widowed Olivia makes a snowman with her little boy and puts him to bed for the night. When she looks outside, the snowman seems to be taller than before. He comes to life, shedding his snowy layers to show her the man underneath. His touch is cold, but it feels oh so good. Contains explicit sex between a MILF and a sexy s A scorching short story from the Eerie Trysts series. Widowed Olivia makes a snowman with her little boy and puts him to bed for the night. When she looks outside, the snowman seems to be taller than before. He comes to life, shedding his snowy layers to show her the man underneath. His touch is cold, but it feels oh so good. Contains explicit sex between a MILF and a sexy snowman. This short story is roughly 3,200 words long and is not intended for readers under eighteen. EXCERPT The snowman grew taller and snow fell off him in chunks. Patches of pale skin showed through the gaps in the white. There was a man in there. He shook himself off like a wet dog and the last of the snow flew off him. I held my breath and watched him brush his fair hair back from his face. The snow had soaked it so that it lay back as if he’d just stepped out of the shower. He was big. Much taller than me. His bare chest glistened in the evening light. My gaze drifted lower. He was naked. And very well endowed. Even after being wrapped in that freezing snow. I tried not to stare, but it was a long time since I’d seen a naked man. My cheeks grew warm as I moved away from him. I should have run inside, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. He looked my way and our eyes met. The way he looked at me took my breath away. It was like there was no one else on earth but me. The fear slid away from me and I took in his dark eyes. None of this was possible, but he was there anyway. A tall, muscular man standing naked in the snow. He didn’t even seem to feel the cold. I was shivering more than him. He took two steps towards me, his bare feet crunching on the snow. I wanted to speak to him, but I didn’t know what to say. What was I thinking? It didn’t matter what I said. He wasn’t real. Holding out his hand, he came even closer. I looked back at the house. At Lewis’ bedroom window. My life was in there, where things were normal and easily explained. When I turned around again, there’d be nothing there but the snowman I’d made with my son. There was no man in my garden. There couldn’t be. I looked. He was still there, his hand outstretched. If I took it, I could stop being ‘the widow’, or Mummy or Mrs Hadley. For the time I spent with him, I would just be Olivia again. I met his eyes. His beautiful, soulful eyes. Then I took his hand and let him draw me in for a kiss. His lips were freezing, but as he pressed them against mine, he began to thaw. He put his arms around me and I felt his temperature rise. Along with other things. He grew hard between us, and I remembered how good it felt to be wanted. I kissed him with all the passion I’d locked away in the past few years and he warmed beneath my lips.

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