Sometimes I think about deleting myself off of here but can't bring myself to do so. I will admit I like the attention-some of it. Most comments are nice and there are some I just want to punch the fucking screen on my laptop.
I look at the photos I have posted and can't believe that is me. I can't believe I ever did anything like that. I'm supposed to be sweet and innocent and now I feel like the internet whore in some way. Yes my mind is messed up, so please don't comment that it is. I know that or I wouldn't be writing this. I'm just having a difficult time right now. I'll get over it and I'll be fine. I think.

*I have this started in an old blog but thought I would just post the entire thing in this one. Please excuse the typos.*


Darkness. That is what was around me. I touch the piece of cloth on my eyes, and slowly lift it. I look around the room, then down at the article of clothing I was wearing. My mothers blood stained wedding dress. I bury my face in my hands and begin to sob. I get off the bed and run over to the door. I desperately jiggle the handle. I give up the fight. There is just no use. I walk back over to the bed and begin to think. I had to get away. I just didn't know how. I wanted my mom. I missed her. I was tired, alone, and most of all afraid. I feel the tears roll down my cheeks as I cry myself into a deep sleep.

I jump awake to footsteps. I didn't know how long I was sleeping. I was supposed to plan my escape and I miserably failed. Surprisingly I'm calm. Was it worth the fight? At this point I didn't know. I look over at the door knob and watch it turn. It opens and there stand my step father. A handsome man in his middle forties. Salt and pepper hair. Piercing blue eyes. Kind and compassionate eyes now replaced by madness and emptiness. He walks in the room and sits on the bed next to me. I flinch. Just being near him made me nervous. We sit there in a dead silence until I hear him sigh.

"You know why I had to do it."

I choke back the tears and nod my head. Not knowing why. Maybe I was agreeing in fear.

"I need you to trust me. I'm not going to hurt you."

I stare at him. How could I trust a person who hurt someone I loved? He turns and looks at me intently.

"You look beautiful. You know that?"

I look down at the dress, and whisper. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

He smiles at me, and touches my hand. "I think you know what we both want."

I didn't want anything. I just wanted to get away from him.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen" I stammer.

"Eighteen." He says and stares at me.

I hold my breath as he asks.

"Have you ever been with anyone?"

Been with anyone? Who did he think I was? I never even had a boyfriend.

"No, sir.: I answer politely, fearing where this was going.

He caresses my face softly. Tears flow down my face as he leans towards me. Fear takes over as I let his lips meet mine. A kiss that was slow and gentle taken over by desperate passion on his part. I gasp and back away as his tongue touches mine.

"Relax. Don't do anything stupid. I don't want to have to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do."
His lips meet mine again. I hesitate at first but feel the urge as I invite the attention and find myself kissing him back. I feel his hand unzip the dress as his lips take over my neck. I tilt it back and as he kisses it with intense passion. His hands begin to roam my body as he slides down the dress exposing my shoulders. Coldness is replaced by his warm lips. I come back to reality realizing my naked breasts are exposed. I hurry and take my hands and desperately cover them.

"Don't do that. I want to see your beautiful body."

He gently pulls them away and I feel his warm fingers circle around my already harden nipples. He leans down and replaces it with his mouth. I cry out as he begins to gently suck and bite at them. He comes back up and takes my face in this hands and kisses me. He then removes the dress and I am left in my panties. The only article of clothing that separated me from him. I become nervous once again as his lips worship my bare flesh. The travel down further as he grabs my hips and begins to slowly pull them down. I try to protest but his index finger traces my lips.

"Shh. You will like this. You need to trust me."

He pulls them off and I feel his eyes staring at me. He breathes in my scent and asks.

"Have you ever thought of anyone tasting you? What it would it feel like?"

How could I respond to something like that? I wanted to scream and run away, but the other part of me was curious. He sees it in my eyes. He takes my arms and pins them back. His lips are mine again They travel down my neck to my breasts. He then takes his hands and places them on my hips. I feel his mouth travel down my body and gasp as he gets to that forbidden area. I feel his tongue trace me and I can feel the anticipation as he moves to my clit. I cry out as he begin to gently suck it. I feel my body responding as my hips grind into his face which he willingly invites. I moan as he continues. I feel something amazing building. I want to hold back but my instincts take over and I know I'm supposed to let go. I cry out as I feel myself begin to throb uncontrollably. My body begins to shake, and I begin to sob. He takes me in his arms and holds me tightly.

He doesn't say anything as he eases me on the bed. I want to fight him, but I knew if I did I might not end up alive. He unzips my pants and takes my hand and places it on him. It was something so alien to me, but I couldn't let go. He takes his hand and sticks his finger in me. I begin to cry again as he takes over my body. His lips worship my flesh once again and I reluctantly give in. His thrusts go from slow and gentle to fast and desperate. He cries my name and I feel something warm enter me. He kisses me once more. Exhausted I lie my head on his chest and close my eyes. Tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow I would get away from him.

I wake up next to him. He is sleeping and his face now looks calm and content. I drape the blanket over my naked body. I walk into the bathroom and look at the reflection of myself in the mirror. A face that was once innocent now was replace by hardness. The sparkle in my eyes was gone and he took it from me. Anger builds inside as I lift my hand and punch the mirror. I scream in agony as the glass shatters, and I can feel the tiny pieces stab my fist. I hear him run into the bathroom catching me as I faint. I wake up on the bathroom floor. He is holding me and I am cradled in his lap. I look at him, panic and try to push him away. I forget my hand is injured and cry out in pain. He gently takes it.
"Here, hold still. I almost got every piece out. You really did a job on yourself." I let him take care of my hand. I knew I should of tried to get away, but I knew I wouldn't get far. He takes off his shirt and tears a piece off, and wraps it. He takes my hand to his lips and kisses it.
"It's not much but you will be fine."
I sit up and hug my body. Dead silence and I finally ask. "Why is this happening?"
He sits next to me. "I thought you understood."
I get up and yell. "No! No I don't understand! Why did you hurt her? What do you want with me?" "I did it to save you." I look at him confused. "From what?" I ask.
"I didn't want it to get this far, but you need to know the truth." He gets up and walks out of the room. He returns and hands me something. My mothers diary. I look at him confused. "She was going to kill us. She was going to take the money and run off." I shake my head.
"No. You're lying."
"The proof is in front of you." I didn't want to read anything in that diary for I knew deep down he was revealing the truth. I just didn't want to believe it. I take it and throw it across the room. I force myself up and try to run away. He grabs me.
"Let go of me!" I scream.
"I can't let you leave. You're safer here with
me."
"Like hell I am." I use all of my force and push him out of the way. I get to the door, open it and run outside. I hold the blanket against my body. It is raining hard and I am soaked in no time. I try to get away, but I feel a hand on me. He grabs me and wrestles me to the ground. I try to fight back, but I am exhausted. I feel the wet mud around my body. It is cold and I shiver to the touch, but it is immediately replaced by his warmth and he lies on top of me. My emotions are mixed as I feel his mouth on mine. I didn't want to give in and instead of pushing him away I feel myself kissing his neck and his chest. I ached for his kiss and his touch, but most of all I ached for him to be deep inside. I desperately fumble for his zipper, and pull it down. I grab him and guide it into me. Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles as we make love on the cold wet ground.

We lie there. He holds me and I shiver. He picks me up and carries me back, taking me into the bathroom. He turns on the water and runs a bath. I look at him.

"Come on. Get in. You will warm up in no time."

I reluctantly oblige.

He takes the cloth and warm water dribbles on my shoulder. It is replaced by his lips. He gently bathes me and his lips follow every inch of my body. I let go once again. He holds me and lifts me out of the tub, and carries me to the bed. This time he undresses, and I stare at him. I had never seen a male fully naked, let alone an older one. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted him and I could feel the desire between the both of us. He feels it too as he tilts my face in his hands and his lips meet mine for a kiss so erotic I could feel my toes curl. Without hesitation he enters me once more and I willingly give myself to him. I cry out as he moans my name into my ear. We fall asleep shortly.

I wake up. His arms are still wrapped around me. I quietly leave his embrace and get out of bed. I wrap the blanket around me and look for some clothes. I find a pair of boxers and a button down shirt. I throw it on and begin to look through his things. I dig into his pockets and find his inhaler. I take it and hold it firmly in my hands. It was his lifeline and I had it. Even though my mothers intentions were horrible, she was still my mother. I hated him for killing her or I thought I did. I didn't know how to feel. I was hurt, angry and confused. I look down at my hand and cringe at the thought of what I did to injure it. I walk over to the bed and stare at him. I could easily escape. I could leave this madness behind, but I was trapped. Trapped by lust. His and mine. I wanted him. I stand over the bed, and watch him sleep. I notice his breathing changing as if he is fighting for a breath. He wakes up in a panic and begins to search for the inhaler. I
hold it tightly, and watch him. I finally unclamp my hand and it drops to the floor. He desperately grabs it and greedily takes a breath. Something comes over me and I begin to laugh. He gets up and walks over to me. He takes his hand and slaps me across the face making me fall.

"You stupid bitch!" He hisses at me.

I get up in a rage jump on his back.

"You fucking bastard!" I cry as I try to attack him.

He fights back and it is no use as he pins me to the floor, and rips open my shirt. He fumbles for the boxers and pulls them down. I shake my head.

"I don't want it. You stupid old man!"

He takes his finger and inserts it in me. He takes it out and the proof is there as he licks it off and tastes my sex. He smiles at me.

"If you don't want it then why are you wet?"

I shake my head but it was no use. He enters me again and his lips fall onto mine. I didn't want this craziness, but felt complete when he was deep inside. It is to much for me, and I cry out as I come. He tenderly takes me in his arms and kisses my trembling lips. He holds me on the ground. I turn away from him. Tears stream quietly down my cheeks. I didn't like who I was becoming.
Exhausted I fall asleep. I feel his arms around me and it calms me. I wake up and we are till on the floor. I turn to him and he smiles at me. I try to apologize for what happened the night before but he cuts me off with a kiss.
"It's done and over with. Alright?"
I nod my head relieved that it was behind us. He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and takes my hand. I get in, and he follows. The water runs on us and it feels amazing against my body. He pulls me close and holds me. I nuzzle my face in his chest welcoming the tender moment between us. I look up at him and our lips meet. We continue to kiss. He gets down on his knees and grabs my ass. His face ends up in my pussy and his tongue begins to work his magic on me. I tilt my head back and moan loudly as I grab his head and hold it there. He continues and I feel myself let go. He gets up and we kiss. This time my tongue searches for his. I pull him close and whisper in his ear.
"I want to taste you."
Before he can respond I bend down and take him in my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing but from the sound of his moans I knew I was doing something right. He grabs my wet hair and I keep sucking him. He cries out but doesn't let go. Instead he lifts me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around him and he willingly slides in me. His lips are on mine as he begins to make love to me. The water runs onto us as he is deep inside. I wanted him badly as my lips kiss his neck.
"Fuck me." I cry out in his ear. His thrusts become faster as he cries out. I begin to throb as he fills me. I dig my fingers in his back. He gently lets me go, and I slide down the shower wall. We kiss one last time and he helps me out. We go to the bed and get under the covers. Our bodies are still wet and he holds me.
"When do you think we can leave here?" I ask.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if it's safe yet."
I turn away from him. Tears well up in my eyes. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be here.
I wake up and look over at him. I smile to myself. I was beginning to have feelings I never felt before in my life. Was it possible I was falling in love with this man? The man who killed my mother. The man who kidnapped me and took my innocence away. Anyone else would have considered him a monster, but I knew deep in my heart that he wasn't. I reach over and touch his cheek. His eyes open and he looks over at me.
"Goodmorning."
"Goodmorning." I respond back.
We begin to make sweet love. It was something I never felt before. This time I was giving myself to him and he was doing the same. I was only a sixteen year old girl on the outside but these past few days that girl was long gone. I knew what love was supposed to feel like. It was a love I felt with him. He continues to make love to me. After the madness between us before, the moment now is sweet and tender. He is about to let go, and he looks into my eyes.
"I love you." He cries out, and that is enough for me to let go as well. I reach up and kiss him. After it was over and snuggle against him and he holds me.
"What I said before. I meant it. I wish you knew how much I love you."
I look up at him.
"I love you too." I say meaning every word. I really did love him. Maybe it was brainwashing at first, but this was real.
We kiss once more. He gets up.
"Come on. Get dressed. I'm taking you out."
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Not sure, but I need to get out of here."
I get of bed and get dressed. We leave and head into town.
We go to a restaurant and I eat our dinner in silence. He looks at me and sighs.
"I won't be able to keep you much longer."
Confused I ask
"Why not?"
"Because I'm putting you in to much danger."
"I'm not going anywhere. I will not leave." I tell him. He takes my hand from across the table and holds it.
We drive back to the cabin. As we get closer blue and red lights glare through the window, and deep down I knew what was going to unfold in front of us. I begin to cry.
"Please stop crying. Everything will be ok. I promise."
He parks the car, leans over and kisses me. He opens the door.
"Stay right here."
I nod. He walks over to the men standing by the door. I can see them exchanging words, but cannot hear what is being said. He walks away into the cabin. I watch the door in anticipation to what could be going on. I open the car door to get out, and a gun shot. I scream and faint as the men outside break down the door.
Epilogue
One month later.
I sit there with the test in my hand. I look down at my stomach wondering what I was going to do if the result was a positive one. How would I even deal with this? I had no one. My mom was gone. He was gone. The two most important people in my life and they weren't here. I begin to cry as I look at the results making it quite clear on what I needed to do. I reach for the bottle of pills on the counter, and accidently knock them over. They spill and I pick them up. I hold them firmly in my hand as I drop the note leaving the madness I've been through behind me. I was finally going to do it. I was finally going home.

The End

Sometimes when I log on here I see women who I think are way more prettier and sexier than myself and become intimidated. I have no idea why. It's not that I'm jealous I just feel that I don't have a right to be on here. When I first started posting I thought I would get comments like "Get your fat ass off of here" and so on. I am always amazed at the feedback I get-even the derogatory comments. I really do appreciate the feedback, and for making me feel welcome. I realize now that I'm happy with who I am. I know I'm not the prettiest or the sexiest and that's ok. I'd rather not be. I am more of the funny/sassy/flirty type. I want to think of myself as someone like Gypsy Rose Lee. That's the kind of impression I wouldn't mind giving.

Animal Passion
He looks at me. I knew he wanted me desperately, but I was going to make him work for it. I smile seductively at him making him more frusturated . He takes me by surprise as he grabs, and throws me against the wall. He takes both of my hands and pins them against it. He is face to face with me and I can hear his rapid breathing.
"What do you want?" He growls at me, looking in my eyes.
"Fuck me!" I cry out desperately. "I want you to fuck me!"
Still holding me up he puts his mouth on mine for a mind blowing kiss. His tongue playfully darts in my mouth and I suck on it. His lips travel down to my neck. He pulls off my shirt and bra. His mouth clamps down on my hard nipple. I wanted him to take over me. Make me his. I wanted him to fuck me with hungry animal passion. I wanted him to taste me. I wanted him to touch every inch of my body. His mouth felt so good on me. His lips travel down and I feel him lift my skirt. Within secons my panties are off. He keeps traveling down until his mouth hits my clit. I cry out in pleasure as he licks and sucks me. I feel my body shake as I cum in his mouth. He sucks me dry and I am in extasy. I wanted to take him in my mouth, and give him the pleasure he gave me. I grab at his pants, pull them down, and gently handle his bulging cock. How I wanted him to be inside me claiming my body. I wanted to be his, but I was going to have to prove myself. I bend down and fuck his cock with my mouth. He moans and grabs my hair in a fit of passion.
"Don't you fucking stop!" He tells me, but I do and look at him with a smile that teases him to no end. I know it is frustrating him and for some reason it gave me a sense of power.
Without warning he throws me on the bed. His lips are on mine. Hungry passionate kisses. I wanted his cock deep in my hot wet hole. I was desperate for it. He grabs my hair and finally enters me. I cry out. His cock in me felt wonderful, and it felt right. I wanted to be his sex slave giving him everything I could. He continues to fuck me. It is to much and we both have a wonderful mind blowing orgasm. I fall against him trying to come back down from the wonderful pumping sensation that was going on with my clit.
He looks at me pleased.
"So, do you like it rough?" He asks.
"Yes I do." I admit to him.
"Well then, hang on because I'm going to fuck you until you can't handle it."
"I can hardly wait" I tell him as he forces himself on me again.

"Claudia, are you almost ready?" It was my best friend Abby sitting on my bed leaning over watching me fix myself in the mirror. It was my birthday, and she along with a few of my friends were taking me out for a well deserved night for myself. I grab the lipstick and apply it to my lips, take one glance in the mirror and smile.
"Perfect." I say as I grab my purse. "You ready?" I ask.
I follow her out the door.
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"How about some dessert?" The waitress asks.
We all decide not to take her up on her offer.
"Alright, but if you change your mind, don't hesitate to ask."
She walks away. Abby, Brittnay, and Jenna hand me a bag.
"Happy Bithday." They say in unison.
I smile.
"Thanks, but you didn't have to do this."
"Yes we did" Abby tells me.
Excited I begin to rummage through the bag. Scented candles, bath salts, a new nighty, and an envelope. I take it out and open it. Inside there was a certificate for "Glamour Puss" photography for a special bodoir session. I take a double glance, and then put it back in the envelope. Abby looks at me.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"You don't like it do you?" Jenna asks disapointed.
"It's not that. I really apprecitate it, but I don't know if I feel comfortable doing such a thing. Look I'm sure you paid a lot for it, so maybe you guys can try and get your money back."
"Nonsense, you are going to use it. It's about time you did something for yourself and besides don't you think Garrett would love it."
I nod. My husband would probably like a photo of me sprawled out on a bed looking sexy. There have been plenty of times he asked me for a photo of my breasts or feet, so I guess maybe it wouldn' t hurt. I sit there and think.
"Well I guess it couldn't hurt." I say making my friends pleased that I was going to do this.
We all get up and leave to go home.
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I sit at my kitchen table studying the certificate my friends have givin me. Now I was having second thoughts. It's not that I didn't want to do it. I just didn't feel comfotable being photographed in that sort of way in front of someone I didn't even know. I continue to stare at it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump. I turn around to find my husband, Garrett behind me.
"You scared the crap out of me."
"I'm sorry. Why so jumpy?" He asks.
"I don't know. It might be the coffee. I had about 5 cups this morning."
He nods towards the paper in my hands.
"What's that?"
"Oh, just a certificate for a spa in the area." I said wanting to kick myself for lying.
Garrett nods.
"Sounds nice."
"Yeah, I guess so. Will you be home for dinner tonight?"
"I should be unless I have to stay late. I'll let you know."
He kisses my forehead, and walks out the door.
I decide that it was better to call now to make an appointment instead of thinking and waiting. I hated using the phone, but when I had enough nerve it didn't seem so bad. I pick up the phone and dial the number. It rings a few times and then I hear a click.
"Glamour puss photography. This is Madilyn. How may I help you?"
"Uh yes I was calling to make an appointment for a photo session."
"I can help with that. Can I get your name?"
I give her all the information including the gift certificate.
"I will give this information with the photographer that will be working with you."
"Would it be possible to tell me who will be doing the shoot." I asked. I wanted to know if it was going to be a man or a woman. Either way I would feel uncomfortable, so I don't know why I was even asking.
"Alexander will be working on your shoot."
I become nervous. A man who was going to take photos of me half naked on a bed. All I could think about was that I was doing this for my husband. Maybe spice things up a bit. I know that is why my friends got this for me. I have been complaining a lot that the spark between us was gone. Maybe this photo shoot would bring it back.
"Ma'am, in case you are interested he has an opening this evening if you are free."
"Yes, tonight would be good." I tell her forgetting about how I wanted Garrett home for dinner.
"Very well then. I will pencil you in, and if you for some reason need to cancel, please call us."
I thank her and hang up the phone. I walk upstairs to the bed room and look in the mirror. I give a few poses and then shake my head.
"What are you doing, Claudia?" I ask myself. Not really having an answer. At least I could get it all done and over with, and then I wouldn't have to do something like this ever again. I walk out of the room and back downstairs. I try to get my housework done, but all I can think about was the photo session that was about to take place tonight.
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I'm in my car driving to the studio. I try desperately to look at the directions I printed out on my computer, and the road at the same time. My stomach is in knots, making me feel I was doing something wrong. I called Garrett earlier to let him know I had some errands to run, and that I wouldn't be home for dinner. It wasn't a big deal because he had to work late again anyway. I should have known. Work had been extremely busy. The hotel he was a manager at was getting ready for their annual inspection, so I knew that this was an important event. I become startled coming out of my daydream as the car behind me beeps. I begin to drive again. I hated driving to places I've never been. It always made me nervous. Also the fact where I was driving to. I take a deep breath, and convince myself that what I was about to do was going to be seductive, sexy in a way. Garret would be floored that I was actually going to do something like this for him. I just prayed that I would make it through it. I sigh with relief as I turn into the parking lot of the studio. I turn off the car, sit, take 10 deep breaths and exit the car.
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I walk into the studio. It is a small quaint place. Soft music is playing. I clutch my purse nervously, and walk over to the receptionist. She looks up at me, and smiles.
"Hello. May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Claudia Taylor. I have an appointment."
"Oh yes, with Alexander. Please fill this out and I will be right with you. I assume you are going with the full make over as well."
Makeover? I had no idea I was going to be made over. I touch my shoulder length brown hair. What could they possibly do to me? I shrug my shoulders and look at her.
"I don't know. I fumble in my purse and grab the certificate. I hand it to her, and she skims it over.
"A make over is on here."
"Well I guess I should have it then."
"Very well. I will let Alexander know you are here."
"Thank you."
I walk over and sit down on one of the chairs in the waiting area. My heart pounds nervously. I wasn't sure what to expect. I felt a little bad, a little dirty for what I was about to do. It's for Garrett I keep telling myself. I hear a voice call my name.
"Claudia?"
I look up and see a handsome man. In his mid forties. Dark hair, and dark eyes. Intense dark eyes. I always thought blue eyes were intense, but nothing like this. I hurry up and stand.
"Yes, that would be me, and you must be Alexander."
"Please, call me Alex. So, I see you have come to have a make over and some photos taken. I can't see why, you are very beautiful."
"Thank you for the compliment, but the reason why I'm here is because it was a birthday gift from some friends of mine."
"Well, how about we get started."
He takes me by the hand, and for some odd reason I feel at ease. We walk over to the studio and I sit down. Not realizing he is the one who was giving the make over as well. Takes my hair and begins to gently brush it. He begins to talk to me again. His voice is soft and gentle, and it is like music to my ears.
"So, Claudia. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
What was there to tell? I didn't lead an exciting life.
"There isn't much to tell."
"Ok how about I ask you questions and you can answer yes, no, or none of your damn business."
I smile.
"Ok, that sounds good."
"First question. Are you married?"
"Yes."
"See that was easy. Any kids?"
"No"
He begins to curl my hair, and continues to talk to me. My nervousness begins to go away, and slowly I become excited about what was going to take place.
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I sit there relaxed as Alex keeps working on my hair. He puts a few more curls in. Sprays it, and smiles in satisfaction. He then begins to apply my make up. He begins to rub foundation on my face, and his hand travels down to my neck. He rubs it in with smooth and steady strokes. I never felt anything more wonderful in my life. I close my eyes at the sensation of his smooth hands. He then applies powder, then blush. He looks into my eyes, and I am in a trance.
"You have very pretty hazel eyes. Perhaps I should go with this color on you."
He takes the applicator and genlty sweeps it across my eye. He then applies the eyeliner and mascara.
"And for the final touch." He takes out a shade of dark burgandy lipstick. I wince at the shade. He notices.
"To dark?"
"A little. I don't usually wear lip color."
"Trust me, it will look amazing. I've been doing this for years."
"Alright, if you say so."
He takes it and begins to color my lips. He finishes, stands back and grins.
"You look stunning."
He turns me around and I am speechless at the image in the mirror looking back at me. I was no longer plain housewife Claudia, but sexy, and beautiful Claudia. It's amazing how hair and makeup can really change how a person looks. I never realized it until now.
"So, what do you think?"
"I am speechless."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
He helps me out of the chair.
"Now the fun part."
Fun part? What fun part?
He leads me over to another room. It is set up like a bedroom. There in the middle is a king size bed. Made up with pillows, and satin sheets. A dressing room was off to the side with a full array of outfits to choose from. He takes me over.
"Please, help yourself. I'm sure anything you choose will look amazing."
I begin going through the "costumes" There were so many nighties, thongs, underwear, garters, bustiers to choose from. I decide to go with a simple pink lace halter top with a chiffon bottom. I walk over to the dressing room and begin to unbutton my shirt. I take it off and my pants. I decide to take my bra off as well, but stop when it came to taking off the lace panties that were on my body. I take the nightgown and put it on. I look at myself in the mirror, and for some reason I was pleased with my full figured body. I turn around looking at my breasts and behind. I felt very sexy. I smile to myself because I guess this is how I was supposed to feel. I walk out and Alex looks at me. He smiles approvingly.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel weird. Out of my element."
"Well, you look wonderful. Your husband is going to be amazed."
I follow him over to the bed. I nervously sit on it. There is a camera set up. I begin to clutch the red velor bedspread, practically holding onto it for dear life. I feel his hand clutch my shoulder and I jump.
"Relax. Go with it, and have fun. This is your moment."
I take a deep breath and climb on the bed. What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to pose? I never did this before. I smile to myself praying that I wouldn't have a laughing fit, which happened often when I was nervous. I clear my throat and regain my composure.
"Where do you want me?"
He points to the middle of the bed.
"How about here. I'll take a few poses of different angles. Why don't you lie down on the bed like this."
He shows me what to do and I follow his lead, feeling completley silly. Although I did feel beautiful. It's been a long time since I felt that way. Alex takes a few more poses of me lying down.
"Ok you can get up. Now for the next set of poses I want you to look seductively in the camera."
"Your kidding right?"
"Claudia, trust me. Your husband will love it."
I begin to pose, and try to make sultry faces, but fail miserably. He stops, and walks over to me.
"Are you ok?"
"I think so. Look I'm sorry I just never did this before."
"It's ok. Here, let me help. This is how you should be sitting."
He moves closer on the bed, right next to me. He reaches over and pushes my hair away from my shoulder.
"Sorry, that looks better."
His face comes closer to my neck. He breathes in.
"You smell amazing."
I become paraylyzed. What just happened? He didn't just smell me, did he? I look around and notice that it is just him and I alone. Panic mode was about to set in.
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I jump away from him.
"What's the matter?" He asks me.
"Why did you do that?" I ask.
"Do what?"
"Smell me like that. You had no right to do that."
"I aplogize. You are right that was very unprofessinal of me."
"Your damn right it was." I say getting steamed up, and I had no idea why. I felt an attraction to this man, and him doing that just made it more complicated. He gives me a look as if he knows what I'm thinking. He gently brushes aside the piece of stray hair that has fallen in my face. This time I let him. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but at that moment I decide to go with my gut feeling, and just live in the moment. His hand ends on my cheek, and his dark eyes stare into mine mesmerizing me. I can not look away. I knew what was going to happen next as I try to protest.
"Alex, please"
His lips are on mine and in a split second I can feel a deep feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had so many emotions running through my body as he kisses me. My mind is telling me to push him away, but damn he was a good kisser, and I wanted more. His lips press hard against mine, and his tongue darts in my mouth. He suddenly lets me go as if he is coming back to reality.
"Claudia, I am so sorry. I don't know what has gotten into me."
I sit there in a daze. Confused at what just happened. Although I felt a tinge of guilt wash over me I wanted this man to take me in his arms and kiss me again. I look at him.
"It's ok. I understand."
He sits next to me.
"I'm glad you do. I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but I really want to kiss you again."
Before I can say anything his lips are on mine again. This time the kiss is more needy, and passionate. In all the years I was with my husband he never kissed me like this.
Alex eases me on the bed. He begins to kiss my face, and my neck. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. I didn't even know this man and I wanted him so badly. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the situation I was in. I couldn't help but feel beautiful and sexy, and it was rare that I felt like that.
His hands reach up and touch the lace that is covering my breasts. I feel my nipples harden. I moan softly and his lips are on mine again. He lets me go.
"Claudia, I really want to touch you. Would that be ok?"
I look at him and nod.
"Yes, please touch me."
His lips are on mine again, and I feel him untie the nighty I am wearing. It falls down and my breasts are exposed. Before I can do anything his hands begin to touch them. They were soft, and his touch was light and gentle. His lips travel down, and his mouth is on my nipple. I cry out. He continues to suck, and I'm in ecstasy. He comes back up and kisses me again. His hands travel down under the chiffon skirt and I can feel his hand reach for my panties. He pushes them aside and I can feel his fingers on my flesh. They reach up and slowly he inserts his index and middle one in me. I gasp.
"Relax. You are going to like it. Trust me."
I feel my body ease as he slides them in and out of me. I can feel myself getting wet, and the sensation was nothing I ever felt before. He keeps going in slow and steady rythms and I can feel my heart racing. I was on the verge of an orgasm, as he continues to go faster, knowing what was going to happen. I feel the release and I cry out. He continues and I have another one. He takes his fingers out, and his mouth is on mine. He his lips travel down to my neck, then my breasts, and then futher. He begins to take off my panties. I begin to protest knowing where he was headed.
"Please don't" I say desperately, but he ignores me, and I feel his tongue. I moan as he continues. Nothing felt more wonderful than what he was doing. Even though I knew it was wrong, I wanted to have another orgasm, and it was going to happen soon. I feel that release and I cry out in pleasure.
He looks at me. There is a need in his eyes.
"Claudia, I want you. I want to be inside of you."
"I want you too. More than anything."
He kisses me again. I grab at his jeans and undo his belt. I can feel his manliness probing, and I want so badly to touch him.
He gently lies me back on the bed, and begins to kiss me. I reach up and grab at his shirt, and in a moment of passion I rip it. Buttons fly all over the room.
"I'm so sorry." I blurt out.
"No, don't be. I wanted you to do that."
I run my hands all over his chest. He grabs my hair and kisses me again. Just his kissing was enough to make my toes curl. He pushes me on the bed.
"I can't wait. I need you now."
Before I know it he is deep inside me. I cry out, but his mouth is on mine. I never felt so wonderful. So alive. So exhiliarting. This man I just met was making me feel all of these emotions. It is to much to handle, and I have another orgasm. He climaxes as well.
"Oh Claudia" He breathes in my ear.
He removes himself from me, and I come back to reality realizing what I just did.
No words are said as he moves in and holds me. Something Garrett never did.
We make love again. This time it is more passionate. As I leave for the night, he stops me.
"I have to see you again. Please say you will see me."
"I'm not sure if I can."
He kisses me, and my brain becomes numb.
"Claudia, I know you want me. I want you too. Please say yes."
He slips his card in my hand.
"My number. You can call me anytime. Let me give you what he can't."
"How would you know?" I ask a little offended.
"Because I can tell."
His mouth is on mine again. I walk out the door, and leave.
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I am numb as I walk to my car. I get in, and without warning all of the emotions that have been building up finally come out. I begin to cry. Uncontrollable sobs. I felt like such a horrible person. I always frowned upon unfaithfulness and here I was doing the same thing. I felt like such a hypocrite. I needed to talk to someone. Maybe if I did then I wouldn't feel so bad. I dial my cell phone. Abby picks up.
"Hello."
"I need to talk to you. It's an emergency."
"Claudia, are you ok?"
"Something happened tonight. Oh, God I'm such a horrible person."
"Calm down. What did you do? It can't be that bad."
"I slept with him, Abby! The photographer and I slept together." I blurt out.
"What? Where are you?"
"At the studio." I wail.
"Are you ok to drive?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Ok, listen I need you to calm down. When you do I want you to drive to my place. You think you can do that?"
"I'll try."
I hang up with her, start the car and drive away.
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Before I can ring the doorbell, Abby opens the door and pulls me inside.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I went to the photo shoot. One thing led to another and it just happened."
"Well with what is going on at home I'm not surprised."
As much as I didn't want to admit it my marriage had been on the rocks for the past couple of years. I loved Garratt but I didn't know if was in love with him. As sad as it was he didn't give me butterflies.
"Abby, I don't know what got into me. Maybe it was the atmosphere. I don't know. All I know is Alex did something to me tonight. He made me feel wanted. Needed. I haven't felt that way in a long time. He wants to see me again."
"Oh, Claudia you aren't going to go are you?"
"I don't know."
"If you do, please be careful. I don't want to preach, but you are playing with fire."
"Maybe I want to. I've been feeling very lonely lately"
Abby hugs me.
"I know you have been. Look whatever happens, you know I'm here for you. Your my best friend."
"I better go. Garrett is probably home by now. I'm sure he's wondering where I am."e
We say our goodbyes, and I leave to go home.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I walk in the door. The house is dark and quiet. I sigh with relief. Garrett was the last person I wanted to face right now. All I kept thinking about was what happened with Alex a few hours back. I wanted to kick myself. I was so stupid. How did I let it happen? I had just met this man, and for some odd reason he had a hold on me. I take his card out of my pocket. Anger washes over me and I crumple it up. I want to throw it away, but hold it in my hand instead. My emotions were so torn. I did love my husband. I really did. Was I being selfish because I was looking for someone else to pleasure me. It's as if Alex knew when he said that to me. There were plenty of nights Garratt did his thing, got his thrills and that was it. The feeling of being left hanging was sometimes torture for me. Tonight was different. The way Alex made me feel left me at a loss for words. I knew even though I was playing with fire I had to see him again. I decide to call him later in the week. I didn't want to seem to desperate. I walk upstairs and to the bedroom. I walk in take off my clothes down to my bra and underwear and climb into bed next to my husband.
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I wake up. Garratt has his arm draped around me. He looks at me and smiles.
"Good morning." He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I'm not in the mood, but respond. It was probably because I felt awful for last night.
He moves on top of me.
"I wanted to do this last night so badly to you."
He begins to kiss me again, and within seconds he is in me. I go along with the motions, but I'm not feeling it. He climaxes, and the heated moment of passion is gone in a matter of seconds. In a way I am annoyed, but I don't show it.
"Sorry" He says to me.
"It's ok." I get up, and walk towards the bathroom. I strip down and climb in the shower.
I don't know why, but there was something about being in the shower. It cleared my mind, washed all of my troubles away and it gave me time to think.
Alex kissing me. Alex touching me. Alex's tongue, Alex inside me.
I shake my head.
No! No! No! Stop it Claudia. It was all huge mistake. Alex doesn't love you. Garratt does, but all I can do is replay what he said to me.
"Let me give you what he can't"
Frusturated I bang my head against the wall. The water runs on me and I stand there thinking until it has gone to cold for me to tolerate.
I step out wrap the towel around my body, I dry off, get dressed, and walk downstairs.
Garratt is sitting at the kitchen table. He is reading the morning paper, and drinking coffee. He nods toward the counter.
"I saved you some"
"Thank you." I walk over, grab a mug and pour myself a cup. I walk over and sit next to him.
"So, where were you last night?"
"Abby and I went out for bite to eat."
"It must of been some dinner. You were gone for hours"
"Oh, well you know how us girls can get. We can never shut up."
"I won't argue with you on that."
I give him a look.
"You know I'm kidding, right?"
"Yeah I know. Look I'm sorry. I probably should have called."
"It's no big deal."
He gets up.
"I better be going. I can't be late. I'll be happy once this inspector comes in. I really don't know how much more I can take."
"Have a good day." I tell him.
He walks out the door.
I watch him leave. Grab my purse and take out Alex's number. I stare at it.
Don't do it I think, but I reluctantly pick up the phone, and dial his number.
Please don't answer. I was so much better off talking to an answering machine.
My heart jumps in my throat when he answers.
"I knew you couldn't stay away." He says in my ear.
"How did you know it was me?" I ask.
"Caller id."
"Of course. Listen, we need to talk."
"I see. About what?"
Really? Was he that dense? About what? I stare at the phone in disbelief.
"You know about what."
He laughs. I know. I just wanted to get you worked up.
"That is not funny."
"Look, I'm sorry. How about you come by the studio. I'm working on a few things. I'll be alone. How about 1:00 today.
"That's fine. See you then."
I hang up the phone. I had a few hours to spare and decide to sit and relax. I had a lot on my mind. I also had to think what I was going to say to him. This was not going to be easy. At least I was plain old Claudia again, so maybe it would be easy for him to stay away. I could only hope I was right.
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Unfortunately I was wrong.
"You look really beautiful today, Claudia." He takes me by the hand and pulls me inside. His mouth is on mine, and I back away. He looks at me confused.
"What's wrong? He asks me.
"This. What happened between you and I was a huge mistake."
"I see. Well, I don't agree with you. In fact I think it was fate that this all happened."
"Fate? I wouldn't consider a one night stand fate."
"What do you consider it then?"
"A big huge mistake."
"Is that how you really feel?"
He walks towards me. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me again.
"Was that a mistake."
Yes, say yes, dammit!
"No." I breathlessly say.
He begins to kiss my neck.
"How about that?" He whispers in my ear.
Yes! Yes! A huge mistake.
"No." I hear myself tell him.
Oh, come on! Stop letting him get to you. You are strong. You can do this.
His mouth travels down to my breasts and he lifts up my shirt.
"What about this?"
He takes my nipple and begins to suck on it.
Being strong went out the door. I was going to be his once again. Mistake or not I wanted him. Badly.
He picks me up and carries me to the same bed where we made love the night before. The sheets were still messed up from the passion we shared that night, and I was about to give myself to him. He begins to pull off my jeans, and then my panties. He slowly kisses me all over. His warm mouth felt wonderful on my body. I wanted the feeling to last forever. His lips travel futher down and his tongue is on that spot. I moan as he begins to suck at it. Slowly then with full force, enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to hurt me.
"You taste so good. All I could think about you and tasting you again."
His mouth is back on me. I arch my back giving him more access. I clutch the sheets on the bed feeling the build up of a wonderful intense orgasm. I cry out as I let go.
"Yes, baby, come for me. Get rid of all that tension."
He comes back up and kisses me. He takes my hand and puts it on him.
"Touch me, Claudia. I want to feel your hands on me."
I grab him and begin to slowly begin to jerk him off. He moans softly in my ear. I continue making my pace faster. His breathing is rapid, and without warning he pushes me away, back on the bed and within seconds he is inside me. This time I hold on a little longer before we finally climax.
He takes me in his arms and holds me once again. I shut my eyes, and fall asleep in his arms.
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I wake up and look around. I realize I'm in his studio. I look over and he is lying next to me. I look at the clock. It reads a quarter after four. I hurry out of bed, throw my clothes on and walk out the door. I needed air. Some time to think. I had to talk to someone, get some good solid advice. I decide that Abby was just the person to put things into perspective for me. I get in my car and drive away. My phone rings. With one hand I rummage through the mess in my purse. I grab and answer it.
"I woke up and you were gone."
"I know I didn't want to bother you. I had to leave. I need time to think."
"About what?"
"About this. You and I."
"Are you having regrets?"
I wasn't having regrets for my feelings, but I was regretful for hurting my husband.
"Alex it's complicated."
"What is?"
"I'm married."
"Yes, I know that, but you and I both know I can give you what you need."
I sigh. I knew he was right. In the 10 years of marriage Garratt never came close to giving me an orgasm like Alex did. I was in a way angry at him. At least he could of tried, and he never did, and now look at the situation I was in.
"What is it you can give me, Alex?"
"I believe you know already. Will I see you again?"
"I don't know."
"Well I think you will want to."
"Why is that?" I ask.
"You left something behind. I would check my ears if I were you.
I reach up and touch my ears. The diamond stud that Garratt gave me for our anniversary was gone. I panic.
"Shit!"
"Don't worry, you can come back and get it."
"Not today. I'm not driving back."
"That's fine. I'll keep it here. Just let me know when."
"Fine. I have to go."
"I'll be looking forward to hear from you, oh and Claudia?"
"Yes?"
"I'll be thinking of you in the shower tonight."
"Thanks for sharing."
I hang up the phone and pull into Abby's driveway. I get out of the car. She is planting flowers. I walk over to her. She looks up at me.
"Claudia, I wasn't expecting company."
"I know, but I need to talk to you."
She gets up and dusts her hands on her pants.
"Ok. I'll get us something to drink. We can sit on the patio. I'll be right back."
I walk over grab a chair and sit down. All I can think about was Alex, and what happened between him and I. It's all to much to take and I bury my face and my hands. Abby startles me.
"That bad, huh?"
"You have no idea."
She places a tray with lemonade and cookies. I take a glass and a cookie.
"Is it Alex?"
I nod.
"I saw him again today."
"Claudia didn't you hear anything I said last night?"
"I heard you I just didn't listen. What is going on with me?"
"I'm not surprised that this is happening. You and Garratt don't seem to have the best marriage."
"I know, but we are trying, and now I'm doing this. I can't help it. He makes me feel."
"Alive." she answers for me.
I look at her.
"Claudia I can tell. You have a glow to you. You look different."
"What do you mean?" I ask begining to panic.
"I know what you are thinking, and don't worry. Garratt won't notice it."
I sigh with relief.
"Are you going to see him again?"
"I have to."
"Why?"
I push my hair behind my ears. She looks closely.
"You lost your diamond. Oh no you didn't leave it behind there did you?"
"Yes, and I need it back. Garratt will be furious if he found out I lost it. They were his grandmothers. I'm just afraid that things will happen again if I see him."
"Maybe you can meet him in a public place."
"Now that isn't a bad idea. I think I might just do that."
I drink the last of my lemonade, and get up.
"I better be going. Garratt will probably be home soon."
"Let me know what happens."
"Don't worry, I will."
We say our good byes, and I leave.
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I make it home and sigh with relief. Garratt was still at work. That gave me time to relax and clear my head. I walk in, sit on the couch and bury my face in my hands. It's hard to believe that the last 24 hours have been so complicated. I couldn't believe that someone like myself was doing such horrible actions. I was being so selfish, and when I was with Alex I just didn't care. All I cared about is how he made me feel. Why couldn't Garrett make me feel that way? The problem is I never really talked to him about it, but he should know these things. Shouldn't he? I look over and our wedding photo is staring at me. It's amazing how in 10 years I went from sweet and innocent to hard and cold. I sometimes didn't like that I had become so depressed in the years that passed before my eyes. The only light was being with Alex. How he made me feel. I needed to put things into perspective before things went out of control. At this point I wish I could disapear. I sigh and get up. Garratt walks in.
"Hey, how was your day?" I ask.
"Tiring. I just want to get out of this suit and relax."
"That bad?"
"Yes. I just wish this inspector would just show up. We have been on pins and needles all month."
I giggle.
"She is really keeping you on your toes, isn't she?"
"That and everything else. How was your day?"
"Oh pretty uneventful. I had a visit with Abby today."
"You've been spending an awful lot of time with her."
"Yeah, so?" I say becoming annoyed.
"Well I was just saying."
I walk away.
"Look I know what this is going to escalate into and honsetly, Garratt I'm in no mood. I have a lot on my mind."
"What could you possibly have on your mind? You don't do anyting."
I throw my hands up in the air, and walk away. He follows me.
"Well, you don't."
I turn to face him and point my finger in his face.
"How dare you say things like that? You insisted you wanted me to stay home. If you want me to get a job. I'll be thrilled to. Is that what you want?"
"No."
"Well then I think you need to shut up about it.
I push passed him.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to get away from you. I'm going out. I need to be alone."
I grab my purse and walk out the door, get in my car and drive away. I feel emotionless, a feeling I have felt in a long time since we started fighting. I had no more tears to shed, but tonight I had so much building up, and of course when I'm driving the waterworks begin. I become angry.
"Dammit, Claudia not now!" I say to myself. It didn't help that is was raining, but with my crying it was making the road more blinding. I pull off to the side of the road. I take my cell phone out of my purse, and desperately look for Alex's number. I dial it.
"Please answer." I say to myself.
I'm about to hang up, and I sigh with relief as I hear his voice.
"Claudia?"
I hear his voice and I begin to sob.
"Are you alright?" He asks, concerned.
"Yes, no, I don't know."
"Well you sound horrible. What's going on?"
"Garratt and I got into a fight."
"What happened?"
"I don't know he just said some hurtful things and I walked out."
"You want to come by? I'm at my apartment. I can give you the address."
I nod yes, and then realize I'm on the phone.
"Claudia?"
"Yes."
He gives me the address and I hang up. I wipe my tears and drive to his apartment. A man I hardly knew, and I was driving to his place to probably spend the night with him.
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I arrive, park the car, knock on his door and he opens it. He takes my hand and pulls me inside.
"You look horrible."
I look at him dumbfounded.
"Thanks a lot."
"I didn't mean it like that. Are you ok?"
"I think so."
He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I become lightheaded. He pulls away and looks at me.
"How about now?"
"What?" I ask dazed.
He takes me by the hand and over to the couch. He kisses me again and gently eases me onto it. He floods my face, lips, and neck with kisses, and I am drinking it all in. How could I not when one moment a man that is supposed to love me says hurtful things, and now I'm here and this is happening. He takes my face in his hands and begins to kiss me with full force and passion, and I am kissing him back, forgetting about the fight that just took place. This is where I wanted to be. In Alex's arms. Even though it was wrong, it was right in a way. Before I know it he is leading me to his room and our clothes are coming off. He takes me to the bed and before I know it we are one once again. He kisses me, and then whispers in my ear.
"Oh, Claudia. I want to be like this with you all the time. What are you doing to me?"
Before I can respond his mouth is back on mine again, and I cannot deal with all the passion that was taking place. It is to much to take and I cry out in pleasure holding on to him. He cries out as well feeling the same pleasure. We finally come down from our high and he holds me. We lie there in silence, and finally he breaks it.
"What are you going to do?"
I turn to him.
"I don't know."
"You know you can't stay like this. Do you still love him?"
I nod.
"I do, but I don't know if I'm in love with him. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it makes perfect sense."
He takes me in his arms and holds me. Something Garrett never did. This is what I wanted. It was nice to be held, to feel special. I lay my head on his chest, and kiss it.
"Thank you for being there for me tonight."
He kisses me.
"Your welcome. Anything for you, Claudia."
We talk some more, and I realize it's getting late. I get up.
"I better go."
I begin to get dressed. He is still in bed. I lean over and kiss him.
"Thank you for an unforgettable night."
"I'm sure you will be back for more."
I smile at him, and walk out. I drive home to a dark house. Garrett must have gone to bed. Typical. That's what usually happened after we fought. The truth was I hated to fight, but I couldn't take the things that were said to me. Maybe I just needed to be the bigger person, but with what was going on I was feeling pretty small. I grab a piece of paper and a pen.
"I'm sorry about what happened before. I will try harder. I love you."
I fold it up and stick the note in his wallet.
I stand there and think. What was I sorry for? The fight? The fact that I was sleeping with another man? The thought that there was a possibility that I was falling out of love with my husband? There was so many thoughts going on in my head and I was exhausted. I walk upstairs to bed. Maybe sleep would clear my mind. I could only hope that it would.
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The phone is ringing. I'm in a deep sleep. I turn over, and groan. I pick it up. It's Garrett on the other end.
"Hello?" I say sleepily.
"Are you still sleeping?"
I get up feeling a little guilty.
"I'm not feeling to well today."
"Oh, well I got your note, and I forgive you."
"Ok, is there something you would like to say?" I ask him.
"Oh yeah. I'm sorry too. Listen I'll be late tonight. You understand, right?"
"Yeah, sure." I hang up the phone.
I stretch and get out of bed.
I walk to the bathroom and start the shower. I climb in and begin to think, as usual. About last night, and what happened, about the countless nights my husband has worked late. I couldn't help myself for feeling a little suspicious. Was I feeling this way because it was me doing something wrong? I shake my head trying to get it out of my mind, but it was hard for me not to. I just needed to convince myself that it was all in my mind. That I was being ridiculous. I get out of the shower, dry off and get dressed. I sit on the bed, pick up the phone and dial it.
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"For sure something is going on, Claudia. He stays late every night?"
"Abby, there is a lot going on at the hotel and with him being a manager."
"Stop making excuses. Nobody works like that."
"I'm not making excuses."
"Yes you are, and I know why. It's because you feel guilty about what is going on with you and Alex."
I sigh.
"Maybe your right, but what if nothing is going on."
"I would find out as soon as possible."
"I suppose your right." I sigh.
"I'll help you. We can be like Cagney and Lacey."
"More like Lucy and Ethel." I laugh.
Abby begins to giggle.
"I'll talk to you."
"See you."
I hang up the phone. I begin to go through my husbands things feeling guilty for doing so, but something just didn't seem right. I begin to rummage furiously through his drawers determined to find something so my instincts would be right. I sigh as I come across nothing, that is until I look down and notice something. It is his hankercheif. I look closely and it is stained with lipstick. My heart drops to me knees. I take it and drive to Abby's.
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"I knew it." Abby says with satisfaction.
"Abby, we don't know for sure. There can be another explaination to all of this."
"Yes, he is with someone, so if I were you I wouldn't even feel bad. Get him back for what he has done."
"I do feel bad. I never meant to do the things I did with Alex. It just happened."
"It happened, because you were being neglected at home. You even told me you felt that way."
"True, but I still feel bad."
"Well I wouldn't. Are you going to confront him?"
"Not yet. I need more proof."
"How much more proof do you need?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know. Maybe I should go by the hotel tonight."
"You could do that. Maybe I should come with you."
"That is probably a good idea."
"Well then you can stay for dinner and we can take a ride up tonight. You sure you are up for this?"
"Yes I am. I need to know the truth."
"Good, because I can't wait to see the look on his face when you catch him."
"You are very determined, aren't you?"
"Yes. Between us, you know how I feel about Garrett."
"I know."
We continue to talk. Abby orders pizza for dinner. We eat, and after decide to drive up to the hotel. I still had my gut instinct, but something inside me was hoping I was wrong.
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We drive in silence. I can feel the nerves in my stomach, and all I want to do is turn back. Abby looks at me.
"Come on you can't give up now. We are so close."
"I know, but I'm afraid that my instincts are right."
"You need to know for sure."
She parks the car, and I get out.
"I'll wait right here for you."
I give her a thumbs up and walk up the steps and through the front doors. I walk through the lobby and to the front desk. The receptionist looks at me.
"May I help you?" She
"Yes I was looking for Garrett Taylor."
"I'm sorry, but he is at a meeting. Would you like to come back."
"No, I need to see him now."
I walk behind the desk to his office.
"Maam, maam, you can't be back here!"
Ignoring her I get to his door. It is shut. I furiously fumble with the handle and push on the door, which is stuck. I finally use all my strength and push it. I fall into his office, and to my shock he is with someone. They are on his desk going at it with full force. I gasp and he looks up. He knocks the girl off the desk.
"Claudia! What are you doing here!" He shreiks.
I stand there in shock. My legs turn to jello and I can't move. Finally reality snaps in and I run out the door, to Abby's car. I get in.
"What's wrong?"
"Just drive!" I yell. I bury my face in my hands and begin to sob. Abby puts her arm on my shoulder."
"I'm sorry."
"I should of known. I can't believe I trusted him all those times, and he was with her."
"Who was it?"
"I don't remember her name, but it's someone he works with. I remember her from the Christmas party. Her car broke down and Garrett was the one who rescued her"
"Yes, I remember you telling me about that."
"What am I going to do?" I think out loud.
"I wish I had the answers for you."
We get to Abby's house and I walk to my car.
"Are you going to see him?"
" I'm not sure."
"Maybe you should go home, clear your head, and go from there. Are you sure your alright to drive?"
"I'm fine." I wave good bye and start the car. I drive away.
I make a last minute decision to see Alex. I make a turn towards the highway, and to his studio. It was late and I knew he was going to be there. I finally get there, and begin to knock on the door. He opens it.
"Claudia, what are you doing here?" He asks concerned.
I say nothing. I just fall into his arms and begin to sob. He holds me. Not saying anything. He continues to hold me, and finally he says.
"I got the photos done. You look amazing."
I release myself from his grip, and look over at the computer screen. There I am from that night. I had to admit that I looked good, but honestly I just wanted that erased out of my mind. I walk over to it and grab the mouse, and deseperately try to delete the images. Alex hurries over to me.
"What are you doing?" He asks confused.
"I don't want them. I hate him. He doesn't deserve any of this!" I cry.
"What's going on, Claudia?"
"It's my husband. I hope he dies! I hate him!"
He looks at me confused.
"I found him tonight with another co worker of his."
"I'm so sorry."
"You know I was feeling guilty with everything I was doing, but you know what I don't care. I'm glad things happened between us." I say defiantly.
He walks over to me and holds me.
"I know how you feel, but I didn't sleep with you because I wanted to use you. I care about you, and I know that might make you a little confused right now."
I look up at him. Could it be possible that this man who I just met feels this way for me? I didn't know what to think. He looks in my eyes.
"It's true."
He kisses me deeply and lets me go. I regain my composure.
"You should go. You need to talk to him."
"I don't want to."
"Yes, you should. I'm sorry I made things so confusing for you, and I wish I could go back to that night."
"I wanted it too." I tell him.
He takes me in his arms and kisses me again.
"Go home and talk to him." He insists.
We say our goodbyes, and I leave. I wanted to stay longer, but I knew deep down Alex was right. I needed to talk to Garrett, and sleeping with Alex right now wasn't going to answer my questions. I needed to know the truth. I go home and patiently wait.
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It seems like an eternity until Garrett comes home. I am in bed. The room is dark and I'm wide awake. He walks in, probably praying that I was asleep. He begins to get undressed. He climbs in next to me. I can feel him jump as I ask.
"How long?"
"Since the night of the Christmas party."
"Do you love her?" I ask calmly.
No, Claudia. I love you. She was a mistake. I'm sorry. Nothing just silence.
"Come on this is not a trick question. Do you love her or not?!" I ask again impatiently.
"Yes, I do."
I lie there stunned as if someone had slapped me across the face. I wanted to jump out of bed, but couldn't. I turn away from him and quietly begin to sob.
"I'm sorry." He tells me.
"I bet you are" I say to myself.
I cry myself to sleep wishing what happened was all a dream.
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I wake up feeling miserable. I look around and Garrett is gone. There is a note lying by his pillow. I reluctantly pick it up and begin to read it.
Dear Claudia,
First off I never meant to hurt you. Things happened that were out of my control. Now that it's out in the open I feel it's best if I stay away. We can discuss what you want to do later. I don't want to sound forward, but I feel it's best that we seperate for good. I still love you, but I'm not in love with you. I know that is harsh, but I feel it's best to be honest. I hope you understand.
Garrett.
I crumple up the note and throw it angerly across the room.
"Damn him!" I scream.
I jump out of the bed, shower, dress, grab the crumpled note and run out my door. I head to Alex's apartment. I park my car, run to the door, and begin to knock on it. He opens it and looks at me. I hand him the note and he reads it. He takes me in his arms and holds me.
"I'm so sorry." He tells me as I begin to cry.
"He loves her. Can you believe it? He loves her." I say trying to convince myself.
"He doesn't know what he's doing , Claudia. He doesn't know what he's giving up, but you know what?"
"What?" I ask.
"This means we can be together. I've been wanting to tell you, but I love you."
I pull away from his grip and stare at him.
"Didn't you hear me?" He asks.
"I did, and I don't believe it. Alex, this can't be happening. I didn't want this to happen."
"Well, what did you want?" He asks becoming upset.
"I don't know, but not this. I want my husband back."
"Claudia, I know you are hurting, but you know that we are good together. That first night between you and I was pure magic. I felt it and I know damn well you felt it too."
I turn away from him knowing he was right, but I was to stubborn to admit it. Finally he pull me towards him and kisses me.
"You felt it too, right"
"Yes, I did." I finally admit.
He kisses me again and leads me to the bed. Making love might not have been the best thing to do, but after all I enured, I craved Alex. As much as I wanted my husband, it was Alex who comforted me. Made feel good. Made me feel beautiful. Maybe it was time for me to put my guard down and love him as well. The thing is I couldn't. I cared about him, but it was going to take time for me to love him.
He holds me.
"Are you going to go through with the seperation?" He asks.
"I guess I have to. I don't want to, but if that's what he wants. I can't be with someone who doesn't love me."
"That's why you should be with me." He bends down and kisses me on my forhead.
I lay my head on his chest as he continues to hold me.
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"Claudia, wake up."
I open my eyes to the sound of Alex's voice. I look at him.
"How long have I been alseep?" I ask him.
A couple hours.
I get up, grab my clothes off the floor and begin to get dressed.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. It's kind of peaceful watching you."
"You were watching me?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You weren't doing anything else, like taking photos of me, were you?" I ask reluctantly.
"Cluadia, I'm a photographer, not a stalker. Besides all my equipment is at the studio."
I nod.
"I had to ask."
"I understand. Listen I have a few appointments this afternoon, but I would like to take you out to dinner tonight. Get your mind off things."
"I think you did that this morning."
He looks at me and grins.
"Well, I'd still like to take you out, that is if you want to go."
"Of course I do."
"Great. So how about I pick you up around 8:00."
"I can meet you."
"Nonsense. I asked you out and I feel I should pick you up."
"Ok. 8:00 is fine. Goodbye."
I lean up and his mouth catches mine. The kiss breaks and he smiles at me.
"Goodbye."
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I walk into an empty house. For some reason it seems bigger to me now that Garrett is gone. My husband, who I thought was going to spend the rest of my life with me. A wave of sadness washes over me. I then think about Alex and the sadness immediately goes away. Even though I was a little relieved to find out about Garretts infidelity, although I felt bad about mine. I walk over to the kitchen table, sit and think. Finally I grab some paper and a pen. I decided that if our marriage was going to end, I should be honest with what was going on with me. Get it out of my system. I begin to write a letter that I never thought I was ever going to write.
Dear Garrett,
First off I'm still in shock over this situation that just occured, so please forgive me if I write anything that might offend you.
What angers me most about this affair is how I was treated. You treated this other woman, who wasn't your wife better than me, then you had the nerve to come home and treat me like I was nothing. You don't know what that did to me.
Since we are being honest, well at least I'm going to be, because I had to catch you in the act, but I have been seeing someone. You neglected me, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I apologize for not opening up before, but I feel that now we are going to go our seperate ways it's best that I came out with this. I hope you understand, if not, then I hope someday you will.
Please let me know when you want to get the rest of your things. I don't want to be around when you come by. I feel it's best we avoid each other.
Claudia.
I reread the letter, fold it, and put it in an envelope. I decide to mail it to the hotel. I had no idea where else to mail it. I address it, put a stamp on it, and walk out my door.
I walk to the mailbox, which is a block down the street from me. I get to the mailbox, reluctantly open the lid. I count to ten and finally throw the letter in. I take a deep breath, close the lid and walk away.
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I pace back and forth nervously waiting for Alex. I had no idea why I was feeling butterflies in my stomach. I smile to myself. It's been a long time since I felt that way, and it made me feel alive. I hear the doorbell ring and I open it. There stands Alex with a boquet of roses. He hands them to me.
"Wow, you look beautiful."
I blush and take the roses from him.
"Thank you. Give me minute. I want to put these in water."
I come back in a few minutes.
"Ok, I'm ready."
He takes my hand and walks out the door. We get in his car and drive away.
"You know that this is our actual first date."
I smile at him.
"I know. Maybe I'll let you make it to first base tonight." I begin to giggle.
"I was hoping for a home run, but first will do. So how are you holding up?"
"I could be better, but the shock is finally wearing off. I wrote him a letter."
"You did?"
"Yes, and since I'm being honest I told him about us."
Alex looks at me.
"Don't worry I didn't put your name. I just told him I was seeing someone."
"You did, huh?"
"Yes I did."
"So if you wrote that, then you must think we are much more than what has been going on between us."
"I guess so. I never really thought about it. Do you feel the same way?"
"Definately."
He squeezes my hand, and I smile to myself. For the first time in awhile I was beginning to feel happy again.
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"I hoped you enjoyed your dinner."
"Are you kidding me? I'm still full."
"Well it's nice to see a woman that likes to eat."
I laugh.
"I hope you didn't think I was going to order just a salad."
He smiles at me. We get to my house. He parks and turns off the car. We sit there awkwardly.
"Would you like to come in?" I ask.
"You sure?"
"Of course I am."
I get out of the car. He follows me. I fumble in my purse for my key, and grab it. Before I can open the door, he pushes me against it and kisses me forcefully. I melt against him. He lets me go.
"Sorry, I know that might be a little over the top for first base, but I couldn't help myself."
I kiss him back with just as much force, maybe a little more on my part, open the door and pull him inside.
Tonight was going to be a home run night.

The End.

Eyes lock.
Rapid breathing.
Hearts racing.
Palms are sweaty.
Fire ignites us.
Parted lips.
You lean in.
I lean in.
Ready, so ready.
Our lips touch.
My heart flutters.
Light and sweet.
Passionate and needed.
You hold me.
I hold you.
Desperately we hold each other.
We don't let go.
We want the moment to last forever.
As we become one.

It was the ad I shouldn't have seen. An ad I shouldn't have responded to. It had been a pretty normal day. I kissed my husband goodbye before he left for work, got the kids up and off to school. I sat down with the newspaper and my morning cup of coffee. There wasn't a certain section I would read. I just read whatever caught my eye. I had finally got to the personal ads column. I always wanted to see how pathetic people really were for displaying they were desperate never realizing I was just as pathetic for reading them. I couldn't help being caught by one certain ad. Mature man seeks woman to seduce and pleasure. I decide to read more wondering who this mystery guy was. I loved my husband, but intimacy had become boring. Sometimes cold. Sometimes distant. It was the same routine, and I didn't know how to get out of it. In all the times we were intimate there was something lacking. Something in this ad made it exciting and alluring. I wanted to be seduced. To be given the pleasure I was looking for. I read it over and over again and begin to think.

I stare at my computer screen. What was I going to write? What was I going to say to this mystery person? I decided not to reveal my true identity. I begin to type my message. I saw your ad in the paper and I couldn't help being drawn to it. Are you for real, because if so then you are the guilty pleasure I have been looking for. I sign it "Prettygirl34" With shaky fingers I hit send. I couldn't believe what I was doing. What if I replied to some complete psychopath? I decide not to dwell on it. This was probably all a joke and no one would even reply. There was no use to feel guilty. I sign off and walk away.

It is late at night. I decide to check for a reply. To my shock there is a message waiting for me. I click on it. Dear "Prettygirl34" To answer your question, yes I am real. Perhaps you didn't read my ad correctly. If you give me a chance I could give you a night beyond your wildest dreams. He signs it "Anonymous." I stare at the e-mail and reread it over and over again. I know that if I reply I would be playing with fire. It doesn't take me long to figure out what I wanted. I finally hit the reply button. Dear "Anonymous." I'm not doubting your ad. It's just that I have never seen anything like it before. Although I highly doubt you would be able to give me a night beyond my wildest dreams. "Prettygirl34." I hit send. Within minutes there is a reply. Dear "Prettygirl34"

I really feel for you. If you haven't had the pleasure you've been looking for then I have a lot to teach you. That is if you are willing to learn. If so reply and I will give you a time and place where we can meet. I look forward to meeting you. "Anonymous." I sign off, and think about what I was going to do.

"I'll be home tomorrow." I tell my husband as I kiss him goodbye.

"Have fun." He tells me.

I walk out the door feeling horrible for lying to him. If he only knew I wasn't meeting friends for a girls night out. Even though I felt guilty, I couldn't help feeling excited as well. I get in my car and drive away.

I am at our meeting place. A hotel. I walk in, past the front desk, and down the hallway. I finally get to the room. I stand there frozen. I was so close, yet so far away. I couldn't back down now. I lift my hand and knock on the door.

"Just a minute." I hear recognizing the voice. I secretly begin to panic. He opens the door and we both look at each other in surprise. He says my name and it is like music to my ears. He takes me by the hand and pulls me inside. He hurries and shuts the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me.

"I was responding to the ad. This is room." I tell him the room number, and he nods.

"And I suppose you are Anonymous."

He nods again. We look at each other awkwardly. Finally I can't take it and I begin to laugh.

"What is so funny?" he asks me.

"You're the one who wrote the ad? You're the one who is going to give me a night beyond my wildest dreams?"

I laugh harder. He becomes annoyed.

"I don't think that's funny at all, and besides what are you doing? You're married."

I couldn't deny it. Even though I had taken off my ring, he knew.

"I'm sorry. I guess I must of left that information out."

"Important information I don't agree with at all."

"Do you want me to leave?" I ask disappointed.

"No. Look, I apologize. It's just that I had no idea when I opened that door I was going to find you out there."

I nod understanding.

"I guess I should apologize for laughing at you. It's just that I wasn't expecting you to be the guy who wrote the ad."

"It's ok. No hard feelings. Listen, why don't you take off your coat and stay awhile."

He walks over to me and helps me with it. I become slightly embarrassed revealing the halter top I decided to wear for this "special occasion."

"Wow." He tells me. It is obvious he is speechless. I smile to myself secretly excited that he was liking what he was seeing. I never was the type to have such an affect on the opposite sex. I could never associate myself with being sexy and seductive until now, and I was enjoying it.

He asks me if I would like to have something to drink, and I accept. He pours it and hands me the glass. I thank him. We sit down and begin to talk. He asks me about how I am doing, my family, and even my hopes and dreams. Everything is about me. He listens intently as I tell him. It felt good to have someone care. To show I mattered. Something I had been looking for. I was beginning to realize that maybe my thoughts were deceiving me. With the way things were happening I was going to be his and he knew it. It wasn't just the deep conversation, but the way he gently touched my hand as he held it or a gentle caress on my shoulder. I surprisingly stay composed, but what I'm feeling inside is a different story.

He asks me something that catches me off guard. It's about my husband.

"Are you happy with him?"

"Yes." I reply, but he isn't convinced.

"If you are then why did you show up?"

Feeling guilty I begin to cry.

"I couldn't help it. I was sick of the same routine. I just wanted some excitement back in my life. I have been through so much. I just wanted to get away from reality."

Finally realizing what I was doing I begin to panic. I get up, and grab my coat.

"This is all a mistake. I don't know what the hell I was thinking."

I walk to the door. I begin to open it, but his hand takes mine. He closes the door lightly. I try to protest, knowing what was going to happen next. He takes my face in his hands. He looks into my eyes, and finally lowers his lips to mine. It is a light kiss, but it is a kiss that sends shivers down my spine. He lets me go. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed. He tells me to sit and I do. He begins to rub my shoulders and I am melting. I have so many thoughts going on from what are you doing? To go with it. I decide to go with it as he begins to kiss me softly on the neck. He gently turns me around and kisses me again, but this time with more passion and desperation. He begins to untie my top. I want to tell him to stop, but I can't form the words in my mouth. What was the use? I wanted it to happen, and he knew it. I decide to let him take over and have his way with me. It was a feeling I had never felt before. A feeling hard to describe. A feeling I never wanted to end. It was as if he was an artist and I was his masterpiece. He kisses me in all the right places, and his touch is nothing but slow, warm, and gentle. It was a touch that was perfected by years and years of experience. He, beyond a doubt had given me a night I would never forget.

We lay there and he holds me. I am overwhelmed and tired. I finally fall asleep in his arms. He does as well. He continues to hold me making me feel safe and secure.

It is morning. I wake up to the sound of his voice calling my name. He is dressed. I realize I am not. I grab the sheet and drape it around me.

"I have to go. It's best we don't leave together." He tells me.

I nod agreeing.

"I have one question. Can I see you again?"

I try to answer, but he pulls me towards him and kisses me. He lets me go, and I am speechless.

"You don't have to answer. I'll be in touch with you."

He walks out the door. I get out of bed and begin to pick up my clothes off the floor. I begin to get dressed. I leave the room feeling like a new person. What happened was meant to be. I was the one who was drawn to an ad for seduction.

The End.

I have a confession to make. I guess I should say I'm not that new to this site. I did have a profile up, but deleted it. I did have the same photos, and honestly have not taken anymore, due to my camera has been giving me problems. Also I couldn't think of any more photos I could take. Two things about me. I am married, and even though I appreciate the comments I'm not looking for anything. Another is I will never post photos of certain things. I think that should be left to the imagination, so whatever requests I get will be denied. People might think I'm being a prude or might think I frown upon that, and the thing is I don't care what anyone does. Everyone is comfortable with their body and what they want seen. I personally don't feel comfortable with it, and I am far from being a prude. I think I've shown enough to prove it. I am also the most unlikely person to even share these photos with perfect strangers, but I did it not to be some sex goddess, but because as I am getting older I have become comfortable with who I am. I used to think I wasn't attractive. Just cute enough to get by. Through the years I have gained more confidence, and being here confirms it for me. I'm glad I can, along with so many other beautiful women out there give that thrill when someone opens my photos. In a way I feel that I am brightening your day. It's in a strange way I admit, but that's how I feel. I do want to say your feedback has been amazing and I hope to post more photos soon as soon as I get that stupid camera fixed.

It is a hot summer day. The heat is sweltering, and I am sitting in the car next to him. The sheer flower dress I am wearing is pressed against my skin soaked in sweat. The fabric feeling like heaven against my breasts. In all the excitement I wanted to create I purposely left my panties in my purse. The windows are closed, and the air conditioning is running, but only blowing enough air to keep us comfortable. I look over at him trying to desperately concentrate driving on the busy highway. I lick my lips seductively and smile coyly at him. Sweat is pouring down my face, and I can see the excitement in his eyes.
"You know I was in such a rush getting dressed that I forgot a key piece of clothing."
He nervously smiles at me.
"What's that?" He asks.
I lean back towards the door, my hips bucking up against it, and slowly I lift up my dress showing him my wet inviting pussy. He stares at me. His mouth is wide open. He can't take it, as he presses his foot on the accelerator making the car go faster. I moan as the vibration felt good on my clit. My erect nipples were now poking through the thin material of my dress. I wanted more than anything to discard the material surrounding my body not caring who was watching the show we were putting on. Although I liked teasing him as I look down watching his hard cock probe in his pants just begging to come out. I wanted to take it in my mouth and make it mine more than anything, but instead of doing so I take my fingers and insert it into my wet, inviting pussy massaging that spot moaning and crying out in pleasure. The motion of my fingers sliding back and forth to the vibration of the car giving me the most intense orgasm. I feel the warm juices spurt out on my fingers. I take them out and taste one finger saving the other for him. I stick it in his mouth, and he willingly sucks it. Sweat is pouring down his face and I'm sure now it's not from the summer heat. I flash my wet pussy in front of him.
"You want this?" I ask.
"Fuck, yes! More than anything." He manages to get out.
He pulls over to the side of the road, and without warning the door unlocks. He pushes me out of the car and onto the ground. The sound of the heavy traffic fills my ears, but I didn't care as his mouth is desperately on mine. His hands are all over my body. Touching, and searching me. I moan under his lips. He continues to kiss me. Hot, heavy kisses. The heat is to much to bare. Gravel and dirt are now sticking to me like magnets on my hot, sweaty body, but I didn't care. I was getting such a rush being out in the open with a chance of getting caught. Amazed that with all the cars driving by no one had noticed our "disabled" vehicle. My dress is now completely lifted up and my hard nipples are waiting to be sucked on. I cry out as his mouth begins to suck on one and then the other. My fingers run through his hair as he keeps sucking on them. Finally his mouth begins traveling down my body filling me with anticipation, and finally his mouth clamps on my hard clit like a leech thirsty for blood, sucking and licking it. I cry out in pleasure, begging for more. At this point anyone could be stopping and I didn't care. Fuck them let them see us. Nothing matters when I was on the brink of the most intense orgasm as my body begins to convulse as he sucks me off. I can't take it and I need to taste him. Giving him the satisfaction he gave me. I desperately grab his pants, unzip them and pull them down. I take his huge, bulging cock and wrap my mouth around it. Sucking it as if I never sucked anything in my life. Nothing ever felt so good in my mouth and I can taste the pre cum on the tip. Sucking on it desperately wanting him to get off. He is moaning, and tugging at my wet hair. I keep sucking him and I know he is going to explode, but I wanted him to do so in me. I stop and desperately say "Fuck me. Take me on the ground and fuck me. I want your cock inside me now." He grabs me and fills my hot, wet hole with his cock, and I am in extasy. His mouth is on mine again and his tongue touches mine in an exotic dance. Nothing felt so right even though what I was doing was so wrong. It didn't matter how many people went by us it was him and I and the most passionate moment being shared between the both of us. I had never wanted him so badly in my entire life, but that hot summer day did something to me. I would do it a million times over if I had the chance. We continue making love until we both cum together moaning each others names. We kiss hungerly, and finally I straighten my dress and he pulls up his pants both of us coming back to reality. Without a word I open the door and get in the passengers side. He gets in on the other side and we drive away.

A fire is on, and he sits beside me on the bed. He pours me a glass of wine and hands it to me. I nervously sip it. I notice the rope lying on the floor, and guzzle the rest. He looks at me.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie. I hold my glass out for more, and he pours it. I start to drink it, but he pulls the glass away from me.
"Relax" He tells me.
I can't take it and I nod to the floor.
"What are you going to do with that?"
He moves closer to me. I feel him gently push my hair aside and his breath is on my neck.
"You want me to be honest?" He whispers.
I try to answer, but the only thing I can do is nod. He continues to whisper in my ear .
"Well I was thinking of taking your hands and tying them over your head, blindfolding you and having my way with you."
I am frozen, and the only thing I can do is reach for the wine bottle and drink it. It is obvious that I am nervous. He smiles at me amused. I slam it down on the night stand.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"You know I like that about you."
"Like what?"
"You have this innocence about you that I find extremely sexy."
He undoes his tie and unbuttons the top button and a few more after it. I stare at his well chiseled chest and I'm at a loss for words. He notices this and moves in to kiss me catching me off guard. His lips are perfect against mine. He pulls away making me want more. He then begins to slowly kiss my neck up to my ear. He gently nibbles on it and whispers "Do you trust me?"
I nod yes. He kisses me again. His lips press harder against mine and I can do nothing but moan. He begins to unbutton my blouse and takes it off. He slides down my bra strap and begins to kiss my shoulders as he brings my arms over my head, and ties them together. The rope is strong and it is tight on my wrists. He notices and loosens them a little. He then looks at me.
"Better?" He asks.
"Yes." I tell him.
He then takes the blindfold and places it over my eyes. He continues to kiss my shoulders as he unhooks my bra letting my breasts free. He sucks and nibbles on my nipples and I cry out. I want to take the blindfold off, but forget the rope is restraining me from doing so. I feel my body trying to relax, but it's hard to. I then remember that I put my trust in him, and so far he had me doing anything but not to believe him. He continues to kiss down my body and I can feel him unbutton my skirt. He grips my hips and slides down my panties. I am now naked and I can feel the heat from the fire against my bare skin. His lips are on mine once again.
"You are going to like this." He tells me.
He begins to kiss every inch of my body heading down further and further all the way down to my pussy. He licks and sucks my lips and I moan with delight. He was so close to that spot and I wanted to grab his head and guide it there. Being tied up was both seductive and agonizing at the same time. I am on edge as he focuses on the same spot, and then without warning I feel his tongue circling my clit. I moan loudly as he gently sucks on it. I beg him not to stop and he sucks harder. My hips rise and I give him more access. The sensation is to much to take and I cry out as I cum.
He moves on top of me and I can feel his hardness against me. I wanted him to be inside me. His hard cock turned me on so much. I had to feel him. I wanted him to free me so I could touch him. He reaches up and takes the blindfold off my eyes.
"I want to look in your eyes as I make love to you. Is that ok?"
"Yes." I tell him.
His lips are on mine. He undoes his pants and he is on top of me again. He gently slides his cock in me. I cry out feeling the size of it. He begins to pump slowly and then he thrusts himself against me and I am in extasy. I wanted him to fuck me long and hard. Being tied up made it ten times better. His lips are on my lips, and neck. Hungry, desperate kisses. He continues to fuck me until he can no longer take it. He moans in my ear as he cums and I cannot help, but do the same.
He finally undoes the rope and my arms are free. He kisses me once more and holds me against his strong body.