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Most of us lead two lives — real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies — wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies.
HOT BED NEIGHBORS — a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solution of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
Doe Wilson breathed fast in anticipation as she slid her slim hand into Robby Cameron’s bulging jeans. Her exploring fingers inched lower to touch his thatch of curly crotch hair, and then contacted the thick, hard base of his big cock.
Her fingers curled around the thick, hot shaft of his prick. She blinked fast for a few seconds, then smiled. Wow! She had picked up a prize stud this time!
They were on the bed in her small room. She had just picked him up at the Elite Estates recreation room.
Robby asked nervously: “What about your mother?”
He’d met Polly Wilson when he entered the twenty-wide mobile home. He knew how thin the walls were.
Doe used her other hand to unbuckle Robby’s ornate western belt and unsnap his jeans. “She knows when I have a boy in here it’s privacy time. Don’t worry about Mom. She’s no prude.” Doe tossed her dark-red hair back and laughed throatily. “She and Dad are definitely not prudes!”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.