Hi Friends! My first published bit of erotica was a short story called The Birthday Surprise. It was published in an anthology of menage stories by Evernight Publishing in February of 2011, called Indecent Encounters. It still remains one of my very favorite stories. It’s about a women turning 40, and how  a couple of much younger lawn maintenance guys take the sting out of that benchmark. Here’s a sexy snippet from The Birthday Surprise. If you enjoy it and want to read more, plus seven other spicy stories of menage, check out the buy links at the end of the story. Thanks for stopping in!

WARNING: The following post contains adult material. By reading further, you certify you are at least 18 years of age.

Sometimes Mrs. B came across as just too sophisticated and glamorous, way out of his reach. But not today. He liked her without makeup, in her casual clothes and bare feet. He liked the tousled look of her long red hair, as if she’d just gotten out of bed. He especially liked the shy way she was acting. It stirred up strong feelings in him, made him want to put his arms around her, to take care of her in some way. At the same time, other parts of him were getting pretty excited to be standing here so close to her. He felt an undeniable response from the region below his belt.

But there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Mrs. B was still out of reach, and always would be.

“Thanks for your help,” she said in a quiet voice. She turned back toward the entry.

Just then they both saw a white delivery van pull into the driveway. Main Street Floral, the side panel said. A guy jumped out of the van and came up the walk with a long narrow box under his arm. Mrs. B opened the door.

“Delivery for Melanie Blaisdell,” he said.

She took the box and gave the guy a bill from her pocket. As he went back down the steps, she set the box on the hall table and lifted the top off.

“I’ll just be getting back to work then.” Sandy started to brush past her. As he did, he glanced inside the open box. There, lying among the folds of red tissue paper, was a big bunch of black roses with extra long thorns. Whoa! Somebody sure had a twisted sense of humor.

And just as Sandy was wondering who that twisted person might be, Mrs. B let loose with a string of swear words that stopped him in his tracks. For a moment he just stood there, watching helplessly as she shook her fist at the ceiling and damned someone named Alex to hell and back.

What should he do? Was something seriously wrong? Who was this Alex guy anyway, and why would he do something as rude as send black flowers to a nice person like Mrs. B? A fresh surge of protective feelings riffled through him.

And then suddenly all the fire seemed to go out of her. She dropped her fist and her shoulders slumped. To Sandy’s horror, a pair of tears began to make shiny tracks down her cheeks. She looked up at him mutely and gave a loud sniff.

“Hey,” he said, stepping forward. The next thing he knew, his arm was going around her shoulders; he just couldn’t seem to help himself. “Hey, it’s okay.”  He rubbed slow circles on her back. “Don’t cry. It’s okay.”

He was actually touching Mrs. B! His pulse rate rocketed.

After just a moment she squared her shoulders and lifted her head, giving him a quavery smile.

“Thanks for the pep talk,” she said. “I can really use it today.” She ran her hands back through her hair, releasing an invisible cloud of woman-scent that made more crazy things happen in his groin. Mesmerized, he kept his hand on her back, circling gently.

“So who’s this Alex guy?”

“He’s my rotten kid brother. He loves to give me a hard time.”

“Why would he do that?”

She gave him a sideways look, like she was measuring him in some way. Finally she sighed.

“Tomorrow’s my birthday. I’m turning 40. Seeing those black roses, it just suddenly hit me that I’m officially old now.”

Sandy gaped. Forty? This soft, sexy woman he’d fantasized about nearly every day for the last five years?

“No way!”

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Hope you liked that sample of my story. If you’re ready to read more, you can buy Indecent Encounters here from Amazon and here from Barnes and Noble.

Thanks again for stopping in. See you next Saturday!

~Pepper

“Let’s read something spicy!”

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