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In a small Chinese city near Shanghai, a woman expat in her mid twenties confesses love to a man twice her age. He is resistant at first. Does she have daddy issues? For him, his younger lady friend is almost a forbidden fruit, but deep down, he harbors a deeper attraction, love and affection for her. Does he keep his feelings repressed?
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit sexual descriptions between consenting adults. It is only intended for mature readers of legal age, Here is an excerpt ....
Elle wiped tears from her eyes with one hand, and she had her other arm
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Produktbeschreibung
In a small Chinese city near Shanghai, a woman expat in her mid twenties confesses love to a man twice her age. He is resistant at first. Does she have daddy issues? For him, his younger lady friend is almost a forbidden fruit, but deep down, he harbors a deeper attraction, love and affection for her. Does he keep his feelings repressed?

WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit sexual descriptions between consenting adults. It is only intended for mature readers of legal age, Here is an excerpt ....

Elle wiped tears from her eyes with one hand, and she had her other arm slung over my shoulder and around my neck. She sniffled and sobbed a little, but the both of us were a bit beyond tipsy. It was 1 AM, and we were sitting on a wooden bench outside of a closed shopping mall in small Chinese city - roughly a 40 minute bullet train ride from Shanghai. The main expat bar in town had shut down for the night, and Elle and I had opted to not go with her friends to a karaoke club or any "after party" dance locations. Those places were always too loud with people always puking in the bathrooms. Disgusting. Also, those places are well known to overcharge for fake alcohol, and black label Jiminy Welker tastes more like death than whiskey. Never mind that people have died in China from fake alcohol.

Anyhow, let's get back to the situation. Why was Elle crying?

"Beau, why can't you chase women your own age?" She moaned, tilting her head and leaning it onto my shoulder.

I let out a gasp. "Look around? Do you see any single middle-aged women around here?" You see, I was 45 and Elle was 25.

Elle half hearted punched me in the thigh - before going back to wiping the tears from her eyes. "I see plenty of Chinese ones."

"Um, fuck no. The last thing I need is a girlfriend like that; all we would have in common is the English language, and all of her cousins, uncles, and aunties would look at me as a free source of tutoring for them and their kids." I glanced away for a moment. "Tried that once and only once." I slowly shook my head. "Dear God, never again. Ever."

"Yes, I get it. It's why I'm not into Chinese boys. I am a woman and not a goddamned trophy." She took tissue out of her small, black leather purse. Then, she blew her nose and tossed snotty piece of paper to pavement by her feet. Lifting her head, she stared me straight in the eye, and even in the dim street light of post-midnight, I could see the reddish tint her eyes combining emotional tears with a night of moderately drinking whiskey and soda. "But, why in hell," she punched my thigh three times for emphasis, "are you lusting and chasing after Luka? That Serbian bitch is psycho!"

"I am not chasing her, as you just put it. Plus, she's also your best friend."

"I know that. Doesn't stop her from being crazy as shit."

"Um," I gulped. "She's kind of punk rock, sassy, and plays the guitar?" I actually winced while waiting for Elle's retort.

"I'm all that too! Minus the guitar, though." Instead of punching my leg, I could feel the white-knuckle rage of Elle clenching a fist full of loose denim dangerously close to my testicles. "And how about Tanya?" She said through gritted teeth. She's actually two years younger than me!"

"Do you see me dating her?"

"No, but I see the way you look at her." She wiped away a few more tears and blew her nose a little. "Why do you never look at me that way?"A look of profound jealousy came over her face. "I'm stuck in the only friends zone with you...


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SmutHouse publishes erotica and other types of contemporary pulp fiction.