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Unfinished Swing

by @bbjmunderwater

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~3 min read

After their first, mind-blowing session in the sex swing leaves Samantha’s thighs bruised and beautiful, Bean the jack-of-all-trades rebuilds the entire contraption. But a relentless parade of flat tires, sick kids, and a neighbor’s fire keeps them from ever touching it again. Now, the finished swing hangs silent in the garage, a monument to every interruption that stole their next perfect moment.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Samantha 'Sam'

A 37-year-old florist with a cascade of brown hair and almond-shaped brown eyes that warm to gold in sunlight. Her body is soft curves and beautiful legs, her thighs still carrying faint purple bruises from the last time—marks she traces in the mirror with a secret smile. She wears her confidence in the arch of her brow and her desire in the way she bites her lower lip when she thinks no one's watching.

Benjamin 'Ben'

A 45-year-old carpenter and self-taught engineer with sawdust permanently embedded in his calloused palms and a jaw that clenches when he's focused. He has sun-bronzed skin, a lean but muscular build from years of lifting beams and sanding curves, and bright blue eyes that go hungry whenever Sam walks into the room. His hands are his love language—they build things, fix things, and every night they learn new ways to make her shudder.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Redesign

The garage smells like sawdust and him. Sam's eyes find the swing first—the new leather straps, the reinforced spreader bar, the way he's padded every point that touched her skin. Her thighs clench involuntarily. The bruises are almost gone now, just ghost-yellow traces she's been tracing in the shower for days. Ben's wiping his hands on a rag, watching her watch it. 'No more marks,' he says, voice low. 'Promise.' She walks toward it, runs her fingers over the leather. Soft. Buttery. Her pulse is already between her legs. She turns to face him, lips parted, and his phone rings.