Walter is 84, and he's got a new girlfriend. Gwen is 75 - a younger woman. On Valentine's Day, Walter hurries over with roses and chocolates, hoping for a kiss and cuddle. But when Gwen's 20-year-old grand-daughter, Lara, opens the door, Walter discovers that kisses and cuddles are the least of it - and if he thought that Gwen was a younger woman willing to bed him, he ain't seen nothing yet!
The second step in DF Darke's ambitious - and some say downright crazy - plan to write a story every month. Well, he's around the same age as Walter in this story, and if he doesn't get on with it, he might not be around next year. The author is an octogenarian, once described as "the dirty old man of erotica". He has been mentored by the acclaimed erotica authoress, Rebecca Ryatt.
Extract
"Hi, I'm Lara," she said. "Are those for me?"
She gestured at the chocolate and the roses.
"Oh," he stammered, "is... is Gwen in?"
"My grandmother's just popped out. I'm Lara. You must be Walter. Why don't you come in."
He followed the sashaying beauty inside.
She said, "These are lovely flowers. Would you like a Valentine's Day treat?"
It was said in such a matter-of-cat way: as if she were offering him a nice breakfast, or something.
But Walter suspected the girl, dressed as she was, meant something else.
He desperately wanted a treat, of course. But he wasn't sure if he should. Not with a girl so much younger than him, but one who was clearly over the age of eighteen.
"I'll let you cum in my mouth," she said.
