Succumb to Temptation

Soon she was completely engrossed in her work. The garden was her pride and joy, her little refuge, and more recently, a significant source of food too. It was the garden that had been the reason for her wanting this house, most of it was hidden from view, and there had been space for a large lean-to green house, as well as a decent lawn, and space for vegetable plot and even a small orchard. One nice thing she would say about her ex-husband, and there weren’t many; he hadn’t left her or the kids in the lurch financially, so that in dark days, she hadn’t lost the house. Not that she needed his money now, because she didn’t, what she received from him went to the children now to get them through University.

The hours slipped by, until, feeling hungry, she stopped for lunch. After she had finished eating a light meal, she sat for a while under the rose harbour, sipping iced lemon tea. Despite her swim and working all morning, she could feel it again, building up inside her. Damn, she was so horny all the time. She’d had never felt this way when she was young, in fact she wasn’t even aware what masturbation really was until after the divorce; now she had a collection of “toys” and was wanking herself at least once a day.