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Still here, still kicking. Life has been tremendously busy lately-- in good ways and bad ways-- and it's been a struggle for me to write stories and update this blog. Mostly because I haven't had anything interesting to say. I'm in a much better creative space lately.
The GOOD NEWS is that I'm currently writing a story for Literotica which will be up later this month. It's for the "Literotica Goes West" day held by Blackrandl1958. Lord help me, considering I know very little about cowboy culture, but it should be fun. Please keep an eye out. The category will likely be Erotic Couplings.
I am also working on the story that was once posted on Literotica before I took it down- "Color Me Your Color" featuring Johanna, the reluctant but curious call girl. My intrepid and slightly ridiculous intent is to publish it. Like, publish it, publish it. We'll see how it goes.
I wanted to ALSO include the beginning of another story I'm working on for the LW category because I'm a glutton for punishment.
“I can’t hear you,” I told the guy again. He had to be at least eight years younger than me, but he reminded me of Tom in a strange way.
He said something else. The music drowned out the sound, and I was never a great lip reader.
The atmosphere was getting to me in the worst way.
I’d had enough to drink, my head was pounding, and the little black dress I bought was pressing uncomfortably against my breasts. I just wanted to get back to my room, take 2 Advil and pass out.
His lips were against my ear. “You look sexy in that dress.”
In spite of the pounding music, I understand every word. His statement sent chills down my spine. My pussy tingled and I found myself breathing in deeply, the pressure of my dress now a pleasure instead of a hindrance.
I’m not sure why I had such an instantaneous and dramatic response to what was a rather simple and cliched come-on. And yet…
His blue eyes watched me shift on my heels uncertainly. I looked around for my friend; she was missing. My sister and her wedding party were doing shots at the bar, but they were too far to help me.
My eyes found his again. Did I want help?
He smiled as if he heard my thought.s He took my left hand—that proudly displayed my wedding ring—and tugged me towards him. “Let’s get out of here for a bit.”
When we finally stepped out onto the Atlantic City boardwalk, the fresh air and much quieter ambience nearly alarmed me. I blinked into the night, hearing the faint crash of waves. Crowds of people moved past, pushing me closer to the stranger who hadn’t yet let go of my hand.
We walked closer to the edge of the boardwalk, just slightly out of the bright lights.
“I’m not sure I should be doing this,” I said, mostly to myself.
The man looked down at me. “Doing what?”
I gestured between us. “This. Plus, you’re luring me into the dark.”
He laughed. He looked even younger when he laughed. Shit.
“Listen, my sister and friends will be looking for me.”
He sat down on a bench. “I’m sure they’re all a little distracted by now. And they could call you on your phone, right?”
“They might worry.”
He shrugged. “They might.”
I fought a smile. “Come on. This is weird.”
“Having a conversation is weird?”
“Having a conversation with a married woman is weird, yeah.” I fidgeted under his direct gaze. “I’m not sure why you’d want to be talking to me when you could talk to… pretty much any other girl in the club.”
He smirked. “Thanks for the compliment, but I just felt like talking to someone tonight. You were the first to respond intelligently.”
I sat next to him, suddenly feeling more comfortable. “Just so we are clear. I am married.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Nope.” He reached over to play with my hair. I should have slapped his hand away. I should have asked how he could dare and stomped back to the casino. Instead, I leaned into his touch. “Does it bother you?”
“Being married?” He nodded. I pulled back slightly and shivered. It was a chilly evening and I was just in my simple black dress. “Of course not.”
“Then why do you keep bringing it up?”
He smiled briefly and then sat back. “What’s your name?”
“No. No names.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. Makes it easier to flirt with a younger man.”
“Is that what you’re doing?” he asked with a grin.
I rubbed my arms to try to get warmer. He noticed. “Let’s go back inside.”
I thought of the bright multi-colored lights and the rhythmic music pumping through the floors and walls. I felt the shoving of bodies and the slipperiness of the floor. I could even smell stale beer and spilled vodka.
He caught the expression on my face. The stranger smiled. “You don’t want to go back.”
It wasn’t a question.
“We could try another casino,” I offered.
“We could,” he said, but didn’t sound that enthusiastic about it.
It dawned on me he probably had his own friends wondering where he was. “Let’s go back.”
He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. A classic and effective move. “Let’s not.”
He stepped closer. “I’m listening.”
“I don’t know what’s happening but I’m not having sex with you.”
Again, the stranger smiled. “Now, who said anything about sex?”
“Seriously. I feel some vibe right now and that’s just not going to work.” I swallowed. I hadn’t felt like this in years. I felt reckless. Sensual. Turned on.
He hadn’t even done anything. He’d struck up a conversation with me at the bar and then suddenly we were too close on a bench outside. This wasn’t me. I was safe. Predictable. I didn’t fucking flirt in the darkness with men whose names I didn’t know. I didn’t flirt, period.
“So, you don’t wan to fuck me, but you don’t seem that eager to leave me, either.”
My pussy tingled again and I felt the telltale sign of wetness. I’d definitely had too much to drink. That was the only explanation.
He ran two fingers down the column of my throat, the silk across my collarbone, the cold skin of my cleavage. I shook and found myself moving closer to him, craving his touch.
“You have a vibe, you said. That must be good. And you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since we started talking.” I blushed and looked down. He leaned his head down to meet my eyes. “Except when I call you out on it, it seems.”
“Please stop.” I didn’t mean it.
The man tilted his head. “Why?”
“This is wrong.”
My laugh had just a touch of hysteria. “Everyone!”
He caressed my cheek. “You look like you haven’t been fucked in ages.” I trembled beneath his touch. “It seems to me like that should be rectified. I don’t think that’s wrong.”
“Married, yes I know.”