Hardcore Love
Maria watched in awe as Antony pushed the lawn-mower across her front yard. Shirt discarded, his broad chest and shoulders glistened with perspiration in the midday sun.
At eighteen, Maria was experiencing her first crush, and loving every second…
Antony was the jack-of-all-trades on the small island. He was 36, old enough to be her father, and surprise surprise, Maria didn’t care. All she knew was that he was beautiful; tall and strong. She watched as he paused from his work, stretching his long muscular arms in the air, wiping the perspiration from his forehead, and back through his thick black hair. Her heart beat faster, mouth dry and her eyes glued to his manly form, teeth biting into a corner of her lower lip as the heat began to build down below, her inner muscles contracting, instinctively crying out for something to grip on to. (more…)









