Damn, I am so bad. This makes me think of when something like this happened to me. Of course, this is not me, but it's so intense. It's like you relive it sometimes.
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Damn, I am so bad. This makes me think of when something like this happened to me. Of course, this is not me, but it's so intense. It's like you relive it sometimes.
Damn, I wish I was that skinny. I guess if I was......... I'd be doing porn...........
As for the look on their faces when the guys are cumming in them...............(assuming no BC)
Half of me is going "Oh, Why am I doing this yet again"
The other half is trying to catch my breath and not pass out. I don't know how they are smiling and are so "calm" looking
It would be, if these were not all porn movies where the women are not getting pregnant, and most likely on bc.
Oddly Erika, despite your suspecting me of plagiarizing I've never watched a single episode of Star Wars.
I was far from trying to seduce you on this message board, but dreamily steeped in my imaginings of encountering you pantyless somewhere advantageously close to an alleyway that we could go up and fuck each other. Anything especially wrong with that, Erika?
If by some stretch of your plainly fertile imagination I did perchance encounter you in the flesh, methinks you might quite enjoy me "pouring it on a bit thick"---in the sense of me cumming all over your thirsty cervix.
No hard thoughts, Erika. Only Peace and Love.
xxxx
MICHAEL
ps: Your above reply to my post I actaully found reasonably sexy. Was it meant to be?
I stand corrected and it's now obvious you are well versed in literature. I thought you repeated the same mistake with that "methinks" in the line above. But then I thought, " if he hasn't seen StarWars.................."
So, I googled the origin of "methinks." I was confidently expecting the see a line about Star Wars Episode I.
NOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's from Hamlet. While I would probably giggle is you tried to say that while seducing me in person, I can look past it while we are having our seduction fantasy here.
Thanks for expanding my horizons.........Your reward???? You are allowed to look up my dress one time at the bar
I want to try it
Dammit you are such a TEASE, my wonderfully savvy and perfectly lovely Erika.
No matter. I breathe gently on the back of your neck expectantly offered to my mouth and tongue and whisper outrageously erotic things about how expertly you are guiding the lust-bloated pre-cum-annointed head of my hardon between your alluringly slippery love-lips................
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Very well spoken.........Seduction nearly complete.....even if you weren't trying.
I could not take any time for myself right then. ******* running around.
But..........
I was at my office desk. I did have a dress on (date night), but it's not nearly as short as you'd want for this fantasy. I close my eyes for 10 minutes and bounce my crossed legs just right............(Don't laugh. I've cum this way at work once before.) My mind wonders away from reality.
In some jazz bar located some where...............
I'm standing in this quiet bar with smooth jazz playing. It's dark, but a subtle spotlight highlighting each table. I'm waiting for my husband, but he's obviously very late. My wedding ring keeps catching the spot light and flashing subtle signals of a frustrated wife.
You see the flashes and I catch your attention briefly. There's a vase of roses on the bar. You convince the waitress to take one to me as you give her a generous tip.
A rose is on my table and my frustration with my husband is momentarily lifted. I start to smile and I can see my wedding ring flash on the floor. The flashes lead to a sharp dress man looking calmly towards me but still facing the band. My mind races "Stupid husband. At least someone likes me dressed up."
You were glad you could make her smile just a little. While watching the band, you continue to look over more and more. Your eyes connect a few times. You could see there was something there, but she's married so you just focus back on the band.
I decide I'm not acting married tonight. I slowly turn toward this stunning, yet calm man. I put one leg up one the foot of the bar stool. My dress rises up my leg slowly and stops just at the point where you could see between my legs. I look down at the flashes from my ring. Soon they gracefully rise up his body as he walks towards me.
You arrive at the table where this stunning, but obviously married woman is standing. You look down at the bar stool where her leg was resting. You don't say anything, but she knows. She glaces up at you then moves her dress up even higher. Her red panties are clearly visible to you. You just nod, pick up the rose, smell it and say "as sweet as this rose"
He's at my table. I raised my dress even further for him. That look when he smelled that rose was too intoxicating. He looked in my eyes, then down to my raised dress, to my eyes, then the dress. He so calmly says, "It appears you were stood up" I nod and look at the band.
You could see her looking at the band then to your left hand. You look to hers and say, "No, not married." You catch her eye and lean in close and whisper, "Whatever you'd like."
OMG, I'm married and wonderfully mysterious man just told me I could have whatever I want. I'm not used to these dating games played in bars. But I want to go further. I moved my body right up to his, looked at him and just walked through the back door. I opened the back door and looked back with a nod.
You see that look as she stands there at the back door. She's married but you are not going to stand her up too. It's dark, but surprisingly clean and uncluttered in this alleyway. You see her looking downward but towards you with that unmistakable "take me now" look. Without hesitation, you clasp her hand in yours, you raise them above her head kissing her more passionately than she ever knew. You lower a hand to her breast, then to her ass. She she feels you with her free hand and with a viperous look pushes you away.
OMG, he just kissed every part of me it seems, but I said nothing. I grabbed his crotch and was surprised how much was there. I was not thinking anymore. I just looked at him, reached under my dress and took my panties off. I had them in my hand looking at them wonder what I'm doing. He walks up to me, takes them from me and pins my hands against the wall. His hands go everywhere on me. He lifts my dress up to my bra. The brick wall behind me is cold. Finally I hear his zipper and he grab one of my legs and lifts it. He just enters me so fast, so deep all I can do is gasp. I cum in mere seconds. He grabs my other leg and I'm off the ground pressed against the wall with him pounding me without mercy. I can't help but cum 2 more times.
You have her against the wall and her orgasms just keep coming. You know you are getting close. She knows too. You are looking straight into her eyes. She just says, "Do it, give it too me."
I can't believe I just told him to cum in me. He's pound faster and faster. I'm his and he's going to cum inside me. It seemed like slow motion as he cums. He is right against my cervix. This just makes me come one more time. I'm not on any birth control. There's no condom, I just let him have me bare with not a care in the world.
You two finish and let her legs down. She can hardly stand. She can hardly breath. She pulls her dress down and asks for her panties. You look at them with a smirk and she has that guilty smile too. She puts them on and asks if you want to go back in for a final *******. Neither of you notice the door did not open from the outside. Laughing you walk her the long way to her car not saying much. You catch her stumbling a few times in her heels. She jokes about her weak legs.
I get in my car and cannot believe what happened. I let some guy I just met have sex with me in an alleyway. Worse yet, the was no condom, I had no birth control and I was in the midst of my ovulation period. I got out of the canyon town where the bar is. All of sudden I get all of these txts and missed phone calls from my husband. I was not sure what to do or say.
Three weeks go by, no period. I test and I'm pregnant.
My husbands absence from that night was so unexplained. He said he got held up at an offsite meeting, but could not contact me. I know there's a bunch of 20 something female sales reps that get deals anyway they can. I've seen how they dress at those offsite meetings. There's not much professional about it. Something happened, but he's not saying.
I finally tell my husband I'm pregnant when I was 12 week along. I could not hide it much longer. I just wanted to be with him again. Sex, bjs and other fun all came back. He was pretty happy. He knew I did something to get preg. He did not ask for the details because he thought I knew about his fling with that sales rep.
I deliver a wonderful 8 lbs girl. Life is good.
3 years later I was at my sisters with my 3 yr old walking in the park. I see that stunning face jogging on the path toward me. I try to walk facing away, but can't help to look. Our eyes meet one last time. I notice he has a ring on his finger.
I think I'm good as he passes. Then I hear with that all too seductive voice, "What's her name?
I respond without facing him, "Olivia"
He says "Great, by the way I'm Steve"
I respond, "Hi, I'm Erika
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Breathtaking Erika. Quite in the style of your namesake Jong, who I have met. She's an exceptionally savvy and beautiful women too.
Methinks I'm at risk of one or both of you converting me to 100% (perhaps only 95%) straightness by provocatively pinching---online to begin with---my well sexercised reputedly cute butt-cheeks. Not a skin-tearing clutching at them such as you deliciously pained me with when I barebacked you up against that alleyway wall and whitewashed your baby-wanting womb.
And please don't deny that you oggle the bums of tall and cooly elegant genetically superior younger men from time-to-time, like when you're ovulating. Because I wouldn't believe you.
also i've found that women give off a certain scent when she's about to go into her menstruation. my guess this is so that a dominant male may know she's not ready for procreation. there's a different scent she emits about 72hrs before her egg drops, and continues for about a week. its purpose is obvious. i'm aware of both of these on a conscious level...but i get that many men do not.
Congratulations
Apropos my habitually well hidden hetero-erotic vulnerabilities, your piece is beautifully constructed and very craftily aimed, Erika. It scores 8.5 out of 10 in my ranking.
Your alternating use of "they" versus "we", "you" versus "he", and "I" versus "she" is admirably deft in its occasional quick re-orienting of your readers in their modes of actor in versus observer in their being drawn into your near-perfectly paced fantasy.
Incidentally Erika, it may interest you to know that socially, especially at first sighting of me in public by consciously and unconsciously baby-wanting in women, after bedding them I'm told by the majority that at first sight I'm the personification of quietly super-confident "Cool", being handsome, tall, slim, lithe, visibly highly intelligent, genetically very desirable and never anything but arousingly attractive in my brief and subtle signallings of sexually needy beautiful women who are hanging out for an exceptionally good fuck and high quality semen that they somehow pick me as being able to deliver.
I suspect it's the doctor and powerfully woman-loving sensualist and aesthete in me that shows. The combination of them regularly staggers and desperately arouses my ex, even against her conscious will. I simply take her in my stride.
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