From the Elaine short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K

Benjamin seduces a United States ambassador. 

   “Oh, the by-laws are very clear on the matter,” Benjamin said. “The older broad pays for the room.”
   Elaine laughed.
   “I am the older broad,” Elaine said with relish. “Very well.” Elaine sounded very much like an ambassador who had just conceded a point in complex trade negotiations.
   She opened her purse, removed her wallet and fished out a one hundred dollar bill. She handed it to Benjamin with a familiarity that gave the impression she routinely handed one hundred dollar bills to younger men in front of by-the-hour motels. Benjamin took the bill, considered the matter for a second, folded it in half, then stuffed it Elaine’s blouse.
   “You get it,” he said.
   The United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan looked at Benjamin as if Benjamin had suggested she, well, go acquire a room at a by-the-hour motel for the purposes of engaging in sexual relations with a commoner.
   “I can’t get it!”
   “Elaine, it’s unlikely anybody here will recognize the US Ambassador to whatever the hell your embassy is.”
   Elaine laughed. After a second she smiled mischievously. She wondered how many other women who were products of Wellesley, Penn and the University of Chicago had procured by-the-hour rooms. Elaine suspected the number was probably a lot less than the number that really wanted to.
   “All right,” she said, smiling. “How long should I get it for?”
   “Depends. How horny are you, Madam Ambassador?

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From the Haley short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K

Haley allows her BFFs mom’s boyfriend to seduce her. 

   Benjamin’s tenderness surprised Haley. Courtney had told Haley that Benjamin would be an animal, all over her immediately with a cock that was ready and able to fuck some teenaged pussy, but here Haley was being held and caressed and told how beautiful and loved she was and what the hell was that about? She wanted to be called the same filthy names Courtney had been called and was wondering where her “fucking cunt” and “pussy whore” were.
   She had heard that older men liked to do that shit sometimes, though, cuddle and snuggle and crap like that, so she put up with Benjamin’s relentless tenderness. She actually kind of liked it because it was plain Benjamin genuinely liked her and was there for more than some teen-aged pussy and after a bit Haley found she really liked the attention and affection Benjamin was providing because her husband, who probably didn’t know any better, certainly wasn’t providing it.
   After a while, it became clear to Haley she had needed to be held and caressed and paid attention to and told how beautiful she was and not treated merely like teenaged pussy. It was equally clear Benjamin knew this and so she waited patiently while Benjamin treated her like he was in love with her.
   Benjamin then got to work and started fingering Haley’s pussy.
   Haley had never been fingered before, at least by someone other than herself. Or Courtney that one time. 

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From the Courtney short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K

Courtney allows her mother’s boyfriend to seduce her.

   “Did you miss me, Benjamin?” Courtney had asked coyly upon her return.
   Courtney allowed Benjamin to kiss her cheek.
   “I did princess,” Benjamin said. For emphasis, Benjamin put his hand, not too fraternally, on Courtney’s thigh. When she didn’t throw her napkin on the table, stand up and walkout Benjamin slid the hand down Courtney’s leg. When this wasn’t met with violent disapproval, either, Benjamin slid his hand back up her leg and up her thigh a little bit.
   Their eyes met. Or would have had Courtney not been staring at Benjamin’s mouth.
   Benjamin put a hand on Courtney’s cheek and kissed her.
   This wasn’t met with any particular disapproval either. For his part, Benjamin couldn’t be bothered to sound the alarm when Courtney put her 19-year-old tongue in his 41-year-old mouth. 

Wordlessly, Benjamin pinned Courtney to the hotel room wall, almost before the door was closed.

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From
The Benjamin Chronicles
A novel by Kaitlyn K

In today’s excerpt Benjamin and Emily have phone sex. 

   It was while Emily continued to detail her thoughts on what Benjamin fucking her felt like that Benjamin had the brilliant idea of taking pics of his cock and sending them to Emily.  Benjamin was on his couch and his laptop was on the coffee table so Benjamin positioned the laptop, activated the camera on top of the monitor, then adjusted it so his really hard, fairly-large-for-a-white-guy cock was in the center of the frame. He took several pics, saved them, then sent them to Emily.
   Emily had just finished coming for the second or third time when Benjamin told her to check her email.
   Emily checked it on her phone.
   “You sent pics.”
   “Yeah, open ‘em. Let me know what you think.”
   It took a few seconds while Emily complied.
   “Oh my,” she said. “That is certainly ready to go.”
   “Why do you think that is young lady?”
   “Because you’re a horny old man.”
   Benjamin laughed. He didn’t bother to deny the charge.
   “Here, lover,” Emily said. “Stand by. I am going to reciprocate by giving your horny ass its first look at my naked body.”
Emily took some pics of her lying in bed. It took a while because she got up off the couch to complete her mission.
“You know, I kinda like posing for my dirty old man.”
   “Good.”
   “Is your cock in your hand?”
   “Oh yeah,” Benjamin said.
   “Oh yeah, what?”
   Benjamin laughed.
   “Oh yeah, ma’am. My shlong is in my hand.”
   “Is it at attention?”
   “You have visual evidence that shows that to be the case, counselor.”
   “Check your email, old man.”
   Benjamin did so.
   “Oh, my,” Benjamin said. Emily had sent a face shot, tits, pussy, legs, laying down, a full-frontal mirror shot, you name it.
   “You are as beautiful as I dreamed, lover.”
   “Thank you.”
   It will be nice to have these for reference as we fuck tonight.”
   “Yes,” Emily said, getting ready to dive in. “That cock of yours needs to be inside my mouth, old man…”
   The next morning Benjamin had an email from Emily. There was no message, only an attached video. Benjamin played it. It was obviously shot from her phone and showed Emily’s face while she was just as obviously fingering herself. After coming Emily looked straight into the camera and, for Benjamin’s benefit, licked her lips. 

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Dearest Readers,

Today we have another excerpt from my latest novel The Angel and The Captain.  This is from their third date, and the Captain is taking his Angel to tea at the five-star hotel that happens to be in town. The Captain is a regular visitor to five-star environs, but it is Angel’s first trip.

   I have some expensive tastes. I enjoy the five-star experience. It’s the best our planet has to offer and I enjoy enjoying it: the service, the atmosphere, the food, the drink, everything the very best.
   I have some zero clue where I got this from. Well, yes I do, a wealthy older woman was my entrée to luxury hotels and restaurants. I certainly wasn’t to the manor born.
   I suspected Angel would do well here and I knew she would like it. As an older stalker, er, gentleman, I have an eye for things like this. She was simply the prettiest girl on this planet. Her hair was curled, but sort of curled behind her ears, which made her look both older and younger at the same time, and her white dress was perfect. There was no one I’d would have rather been there with. She had told me it was her first time here to actually do something as opposed to just doing some sightseeing with her mom, but she acted with complete aplomb, as is she’d been taking tea here regularly her entire life.
   She was the perfect younger woman.

And the Gospel According to Angel:

Dearest Readers,

Today’s excerpt from my latest novel The Angel and The Captain is from their second date, that time when the excitement of the first date is over and it is time to see whether there are some long-term prospects here.

 I thought this might scare her. Age differences aren’t for everybody. In theory, they might be. I mean, what guy my age wouldn’t want a woman half his age, especially a really foxy one? Hubba-hubba. I spent more than one night on the road in the sack with an older woman, usually one who was married and bored. But when it comes down to actually building something meaningful, some common interests, like your 20’s are helpful.

And Angel’s version:

Dearest Readers,

Today’s excerpt is from The Benjamin Chronicles, a collection of short stories chronicling the escapades of Benjamin, a rascal who ends up in bed with a lot of women who should probably know better. It takes place everywhere from the planet’s finest hotels and restaurants to by-the-hour motels, and with everyone from his girlfriend’s mother and, later, daughter, to a US ambassador. It is as funny as it is naughty.

Today’s excerpt is from the Harriet short story.

   Benjamin, more or less fondly, looked through the candlelight at Harriet, his part-time lover for the past couple of decades. Both had decided this would be their last dinner together, though neither had shared this tidbit with the other yet.
   Harriet, at 59, was still beautiful. Benjamin was biased because older blondes had always turned him on, but Harriet was still trim, firm, tanned and gorgeous, and, importantly, still liked the young cock. Fortunately for her, and for Benjamin from time to time, she had the money to indulge this desire. They were not married. Well, Harriet was, but not to Benjamin. They had met years ago when Benjamin was 21 and Harriet 39, when Benjamin was dating Harriet’s daughter Brenda, whom he had met at college. The fact he was dating Harriet’s daughter didn’t really bother either of them.
   At the time, Benjamin presumed he had too much good sense to fuck his girlfriend’s mother.
    He presumed wrong.

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Dearest Readers,

Today’s excerpt is from my latest novel, The Angel and The Captain. It’s from Chapter 1 and the Captain is about to ask Angel out for their first date. They are not the same age, the Captain being in his mid-40’s, while the Angel is still in her early 20’s.

   Look, I am not stalker!
   I swear!
   I merely aggregated assorted pieces of information I’d gathered over the past couple of weeks. Based on that aggregation, I happened to strongly suspect that Angel just happened to be a few minutes away from her lunch hour when I waddled up to the teller line. My plan was almost foiled by some other skank teller being available when I was next in line, but I recovered quickly and let Old Lady Bagsby go in front of me and soon enough I was able to present myself at Angel’s window with some BS transaction I could’ve done at the ATM. Angel herself presented the opportunity I was looking for when she asked me how I was doing.
   “I’m hungry. How about having lunch with me today?”

This is Angel’s version of how it happened, also from Chapter 1:

My captain is such a dork! This was not, is not, how you ask a girl out!

I knew something was up, though. First, he let Mrs. Bagsby cut in front of him so he could visit my window. Second, his transaction could have been completed in his living room.

Good. I was ready for something to be up. He was a handsome older gentleman, which I found highly erotic, but there was something else: he was very polite and he made me laugh, which put him two up on a lot of the boys who ask me out.  

I’d always thought of him as The Captain. Everything about him, from his bearing to his stride to his signature screamed command, a scream I was open to hearing, frankly. The Captain always appeared to know exactly what he was about. I was ready for this, too.

He wasted no time, either. I asked him how he was and he said hungry, he was going to lunch and why didn’t I join him?

My stomach froze. I’d been waiting to hear those words for what seemed like an eternity…

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