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Delicious. Bad. Secrets.
Delicious. Bad. Secrets.
All couples have their secrets....
A husband gets a proposition he can't refuse from the pastor's virgin daughter. And his wife takes a friend into the woods for an anonymous outdoor meet-up where names are a no-no, protection is optional, and group participation is encouraged. Video optional.
A 5700 word erotic story.
Excerpt
A woman behind me says, “I'm...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to – ”
I turn around. I see a beautiful young woman, a brunette with a light tan and freckles on her nose. She's wearing a white blouse underneath a grey wool cardigan, and a floral print skirt that falls below her knees. I steal a glance at her chest as I look up at her eyes, a subtle hint of her young curves underneath. “It's ok. Really, don't worry about it.” I wipe my shirt. It's stained, but I've never been one to fret over clothes.
She looks ashamed. I put my hand on her arm, reflexively. I say, “Really, it's fine.” I smile at her, and she meets my smile with hers. Something radiant, her red lips parting and revealing straight white teeth. That's when I catch a hint of her smell. Her sweetness. Like a ripe peach I could sink my teeth into. I feel a stirring in my jeans, the beginning of a throb. The married man's torture.
She holds out her hand. “I'm Laura. Laura Nesbith.”
“The pastor's...daughter, I take it?”
She looks down, slightly ashamed. “Yes, the pastor's daughter. Also a sophomore at UNC. Education major.”
I look at my shirt, smiling sheepishly, then look back at her. She's beautiful in a way that makes me nervous. Like she's my crush. I feel the weight of my wedding band now, its constriction. But no matter what I feel right now, it doesn't matter. I'm spoken for. Tied down. I spy a glimpse of Susan, talking with Pastor Nesbith himself.
Laura says, “I don't think I know your name.” Her voice soft, enticing even.
“I'm Mike. Mike George. And yeah, I know all the jokes about a guy with two first names....”
She grins. At least she thinks I'm funny. I shift my eyes nervously.
“You're cute, Mike. Can I show you something? It'll only take a minute.” Her eyes wide like a doe's now.
“I'm – ” the word I'm looking for is married, but I don't say it. Instead, “Sure, sure. What is it?”
“Oh good. It's just a little something you might like. Come on.” She takes my hand and pulls me away from the coffee pot. I wonder if Susan saw us. Soon, we're out of sight of the crowd in the lobby and walking down a long hallway. Her walk has a girlish bounce to it. Something about it that doesn't quite seem right. But I follow along. I don't know why, but I do.
All couples have their secrets....
A husband gets a proposition he can't refuse from the pastor's virgin daughter. And his wife takes a friend into the woods for an anonymous outdoor meet-up where names are a no-no, protection is optional, and group participation is encouraged. Video optional.
A 5700 word erotic story.
Excerpt
A woman behind me says, “I'm...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to – ”
I turn around. I see a beautiful young woman, a brunette with a light tan and freckles on her nose. She's wearing a white blouse underneath a grey wool cardigan, and a floral print skirt that falls below her knees. I steal a glance at her chest as I look up at her eyes, a subtle hint of her young curves underneath. “It's ok. Really, don't worry about it.” I wipe my shirt. It's stained, but I've never been one to fret over clothes.
She looks ashamed. I put my hand on her arm, reflexively. I say, “Really, it's fine.” I smile at her, and she meets my smile with hers. Something radiant, her red lips parting and revealing straight white teeth. That's when I catch a hint of her smell. Her sweetness. Like a ripe peach I could sink my teeth into. I feel a stirring in my jeans, the beginning of a throb. The married man's torture.
She holds out her hand. “I'm Laura. Laura Nesbith.”
“The pastor's...daughter, I take it?”
She looks down, slightly ashamed. “Yes, the pastor's daughter. Also a sophomore at UNC. Education major.”
I look at my shirt, smiling sheepishly, then look back at her. She's beautiful in a way that makes me nervous. Like she's my crush. I feel the weight of my wedding band now, its constriction. But no matter what I feel right now, it doesn't matter. I'm spoken for. Tied down. I spy a glimpse of Susan, talking with Pastor Nesbith himself.
Laura says, “I don't think I know your name.” Her voice soft, enticing even.
“I'm Mike. Mike George. And yeah, I know all the jokes about a guy with two first names....”
She grins. At least she thinks I'm funny. I shift my eyes nervously.
“You're cute, Mike. Can I show you something? It'll only take a minute.” Her eyes wide like a doe's now.
“I'm – ” the word I'm looking for is married, but I don't say it. Instead, “Sure, sure. What is it?”
“Oh good. It's just a little something you might like. Come on.” She takes my hand and pulls me away from the coffee pot. I wonder if Susan saw us. Soon, we're out of sight of the crowd in the lobby and walking down a long hallway. Her walk has a girlish bounce to it. Something about it that doesn't quite seem right. But I follow along. I don't know why, but I do.
24 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 23, 2013
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