Mrs Jackson and Her Jeweller - Blurb & Intro
One hot businesswoman and the ambitious young son of her jeweller. He’s all grown up and she can’t resist a passionate reunion.
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Mrs Jackson and Her Jeweller - Blurb & Intro
One hot businesswoman and the ambitious young son of her jeweller. He’s all grown up and she can’t resist a passionate reunion.
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‘A young man entered the room… I indulged in his beauty from across the room.
When he flicked the collar and top button of his immaculate white shirt collar open, he ticked every box I had, and a few extra I hadn’t contemplated.
Oh, and did I mention he was hot as…! ‘
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He knows just what adornments will enhance a woman’s beauty and is happy to share his skills with his father’s best client.
She’s happy to teach him a thing or two in return.
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Mrs Jackson, a fifty something, beautiful billionaire businesswoman. Hot, rich and ready to play with guys half her age.
She lives the cougar lifestyle and enjoys playdates, you get the idea!
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Mrs Jackson and Her Jeweller - Intro
I saw Wes for the first time in over ten years and had to catch my breath.
There I was in the private showroom, secreted at the back of his father’s jewellery store, scrolling through drawings. A young man entered, engrossed in an animated conversation on his mobile phone.
I watched him for a few moments. His presence just demanded attention. Also, he was a very handsome guy.
Indulging his beauty from across the room, I sat back in my chair and watched, entranced, as he flicked the collar and top button of his immaculate white shirt collar open. He then pulled his tie to hang casually around his neck, a picture of a charismatic lawyer or even a politician going off duty.
At over six feet tall, slim, shaved head, he ticked every box I had, and a few extra I hadn’t contemplated. His skin was dark, with a sheen that implied a stringent skin care regime. Tiny diamond studs on both earlobes, closely shaved moustache and goatee framing luscious lips completed the look of someone who knew how to look good and enjoyed the process.
Oh, and did I mention, he was hot as fuck!
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