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I wanted more. - 2/22/2012 8:50:23 AM

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I went back to that same cafe in hopes of finding what it was that drew
me close to it in the first place so many months ago. I sat there,
coffee in hand, working almost diligently but with a wandering eye for
that something that intrigued me. A trio, sitting in the corner,
talking in a foreign tongue, intriguing, but only in the sense of bring
a diverse culture to my little corner of the world. A couple sitting by
the window were conversing about his latest business trip. She was
notating fiercely. Just business there, nothing to be inquisitive
about.

I worked more, my mind beginning to get completely
submerged into what I was currently editing at the time. The door
opens. A man and a woman enter. She finds a seat at a table somewhat
close by as he gives their order to the counter. He joins her moments
later. Something about the way he touches her arm as they talk. I
couldn't take my eyes off them. They weren't supposed to be there,
together, the way they were. He spoke of his wife and the gift he
bought for her to make up for their last argument. The twinkle in the
woman's eye told me she was the reason for the argument. This meeting I
witnessed aroused me. I wanted to watch him leave with her. I wanted to
watch him seduce her. I wanted to see the taboo that was to take place
after they left the cafe. I tried to work more, but my distraction was
too intense. Even though they just sat there minding their own
business, I couldn't help but imagine the way he fucked her as his wife
took care of his children.

They got up and left soon after.
They stood outside the door. So close to the door as they conversed
more. The rain poured down. They didn't want to part ways. Kiss her I
quietly said. Kiss her. He didn't. They parted ways. I was
disappointed. I wanted more.

RE: I wanted more. - 2/22/2012 6:15:57 PM

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Oh, i like this. For some reason.

Nicely written. :)

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RE: I wanted more. - 2/23/2012 6:40:19 AM

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Thank you. I wrote it in the moment.

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RE: I wanted more. - 2/23/2012 7:49:25 PM

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Love it when stories happen that way.

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RE: I wanted more. - 2/24/2012 11:22:12 PM

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love it!

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RE: I wanted more. - 2/25/2012 5:36:56 AM

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Thank you.

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RE: I wanted more. - 3/8/2012 7:46:51 AM

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I liked it too! Will this story continue?

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RE: I wanted more. - 3/8/2012 2:07:17 PM

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no...but i've written much more if you're interested

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RE: I wanted more. - 3/12/2012 10:57:22 AM

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how about this one...

The phone rang. I jumped. Was it him? Would he caress my body with his words again? I grabbed my phone and quickly answered.
'Hello?'
Nothing
'Hello??'
I could hear something. What was it? Rustling around. It was a man. He cleared his throat a bit. I looked at the caller id. It WAS him. But he didn't know his phone was on. He must
have accidentally hit the right button. I could hear his every move. He began to whistle. I smiled. I felt like I was eaves dropping, and I liked it. That voyeuristic feeling is so erotic.
He was driving. No radio, no conversation, just the sound of his car and his whistling. I wonder what he drives. The engine stops. A car door opens.
'Hello.' He says in his familiar, deep, sexual voice.
'You're late.' It was a woman. Was it his wife? Was it a girlfriend?
I imagined what she would look like.
'I'll make it up to you.' I imagine a sly grin to go along with that sultry, smoky voice of his.
The engine hums and the car begins to move, down a highway perhaps, or a busy city street. I don't hear any other traffic.
I sit and listen to a bit of small talk between them, still not sure who she is. His voice begins to soften and hers turns to a whisper. A twinge of jealousy begins inside my stomach but is quickly turned to a feeling of arousal.
I hear a zipper and he sighs deeply. The engine revs up momentarily before continuing its steady pace.
'Oh yea.' his voice was like silk. She was pleasing him. I was listening. It increased my arousal. I needed to listen. It was an addiction I could never let go of. He was an
addiction. I listened. I heard her engulfing his cock into her mouth. I heard him loving every thing she gave him. My fingers traced the bottom of my skirt and then slowly found their way up my thigh and into my panties. Hooking the sides, I pulled them over and began to pleasure myself as I listened to them over the phone.
His breathing became labored. Her motions sped up. I could hear the noises of her mouth sucking him. The wetness, the need, the desire to drink him. I felt it. She had to also.
My fingers maneuvered inside and out as my breathing also became labored. I could feel the height of my arousal so very close.
I listened intently, waiting for him to explode inside her mouth. Every moan from his lips penetrated me. Every word he muttered 'oh yea, suck it.' caused electricity to wave through my body. I knew he was close. I needed to hear him cum. I felt so very close also. I needed to cum.
His primal yell and gags from her throat told me just how intense it was. Imagining he grabbed her head and thrust into her was all it took for me. The waves of pleasure grabbed at me and my orgasm overtook me. I let out an involuntary yelp as it seized me and
rode the wave until my body eased it's way back down to reality. My phone was lying next to me and I picked it up.
'Hello??? Who is there???' his voice was much sharper now. I realized I was too loud
and he discovered his phone to be on. I merely kissed the phone,
breathed a 'thank you' and hung up with a smile.

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RE: I wanted more. - 3/14/2012 11:50:14 AM

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A phone sex voyeur? how clever!!! well written too
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RE: I wanted more. - 3/14/2012 12:19:32 PM

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Thank you.

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RE: I wanted more. - 3/18/2012 1:08:24 AM

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Yes, the second was even better than the first.

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RE: I wanted more. - 5/19/2012 8:39:46 AM

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Hello becca777: I'm DW. I live in Los Angeles currently. I'm new to the CM website and now looking into message board posts. I think your writing is professional level, and if you're not, you could be. I have many writing projects going on including work on a script for an adult television drama. I'm interested in writing on subjects along the lines of your post, I'm assuming this is what female erotica is. I was hoping to meet someone able to discuss writing and writing ideas. Like you, I write and read even more. Always looking for fresh input on everything I'm interested in. Would love a woman's point of view, especially one not shy about expressing sex fantasy material. Hope to hear from you. DW

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RE: I wanted more. - 5/21/2012 7:51:24 AM

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Thank you so much for your interest in my writing. I have emailed you my response.

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Free from Rubble - 6/13/2012 11:35:44 AM

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I couldn't see. Rubble was all around me. I was pinned beneath the aftermath of the quake. The smell of smoke and the feel of earth. I wasn't sure where I was but I do remember being torn out of my back yard by the sudden turn of events.

I did not know how long I had been there but I knew it had been a while. Hunger had surpassed me and the crusty taste of blood was no longer bitter. I began realizing I was going to finish my last hours...or days...like this.

Thinking back, I realized I never liked my life. Angry at the world, sex was horrible, the guys I dated never understood me, my family had long forgotten about me. If I ever had the chance....

A few flecks of light here and there. It was a welcome sight and as it grew it almost burned my eyes. The muffled sound of debris being moved away. I saw no one, but I heard ... things. A relief flooded over me.

I felt my legs again as the heavy debris was being lifted off me. The cool air felt nice against my skin. My dress was tattered and as I waited for the hero to free my arms the relief I felt turned to a confusion...then to a panic.

My dress was being ripped away from my body. My panties stripped from me as well. What was happening??

I could not move my body and trying to talk wasn't a possibility either. I felt everything. His fingers exploring me. What kind of a freak is this???

'Please....please don't....just help me.' I could only whisper the words. He didn't respond. He only forced his fingers inside me. The shock of the pain made me take an involuntary breath in. As his fingers slid in and out my body responded.

I was appalled that I would arouse so easily. I tried to turn to look at my....attacker but was unable to do so.

His fingers moved faster. I felt him straddle me as he unzipped his pants. His fingers no longer there, a moment or two and then I was filled by something much bigger.

The feel of him inside me was overwhelming. My thoughts were gone. My anger at life...gone.

He fucked me at his leisure and filled me with everything he had. He continued until I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me. Then stood up.

A few moments passed and he continued to move the rubble from on top of me.

Before I was able to gather my strength and turn around to see him, he was gone.

I still think about those days and who that man was. He had set me free in more ways than one. Another chance at life, I look at things so much different now. Smiling as I make my way to my lovers bedside to wake him from his slumber, I tighten up my garters and sashay in with a smile upon my face.

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RE: Free from Rubble - 7/1/2012 12:22:24 AM

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Very nice. All of the snippets you have put up. This one is sort along the Anais Nin and the one at the hanging where the guy comes up behind her in the crowd. Fabulous!

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Love Never Dies - 9/25/2012 9:56:36 AM

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She walks through the grocery aisle picking up the items she thinks she'll need for the week. A half gallon of milk, some fruit, fresh vegetables maybe a couple of steaks. Most of it would probably go to waste seeing that her appetite isn't what it used to be but she makes a valiant effort. Going through the motions of everyday life was what Julie was used to. Work...home...store on Thursdays...home...sleep...

She still catches herself walking in the door at night half expecting to find him sitting there, newspaper in hand, and she still feels her heart drop after realizing he'll never be there again. Whoever said 'time heals all wounds' is partially right, but the scars that are left behind still pain at times.

It's been a year tonight. She still dreams of the events. Waking up in a horror of cold sweat. Just like it was yesterday, talking to him on the phone, planning the 'special dinner' that he was going to ask her something important, the overwhelming joy filling her and remembering the jewelry catalog she found on his desk, the drop of his phone, the sound of screeching tires, the scream of the man she loved. It seemed like eternity before she realized he wasn't on the other end anymore. Pressing that off button on her phone was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Waiting, wondering, then another call.

She still dreams of the way he used to touch her, the way he used to love her, the way she'd catch him looking at her as if he was staring into her soul. He'd buy her quirky gifts just because. Silly things that made no sense at all. She looks over and sees the button doll he'd picked up on one of his trips to Jamaica. Tears fill her eyes. How could she continue sleeping in the bed they made love in? How can she possibly go on with her life the way a normal 27 year old woman would? Lying back down she grabs his pillow and crushes it into her stomach, wrapping her body around it. She cries.

She often woke a few times in the night for no reason, but that night something woke her. She bolted upright in her bed. That touch she was so familiar with. She felt it. It was more than just a dream. She smiled. Even if it were just a dream, the touch she craved for so long was as real as his pillow next to her. Sitting there, eyes closed she could feel the touch again...as if he were right there with her. The thin silk strap of her nightgown fell from her shoulder. She opened her eyes a bit startled and looked around. Was she losing her mind? Shaking her head a bit to see if she would actually wake up her breath caught as she felt the warmth of hands running along both of her arms. The second strap fell from her shoulder. Breathing harder now she wasn't sure what was happening. She didn't know what to do, what to think, whether she should run screaming from the house or stay there and see what happened next.

She closed her eyes and felt a warm breath on the nape of her neck. A small gasp escaped her mouth. So familiar and so wonderful a feeling but so strange. She reached out almost expecting to feel his body there with her but she continued to reach.... 'Bobby? Are you here with me?'. A heat overwhelmed her lips and took her breath away for a moment. Oh god! It's him! But how! Oh, she didn't care at that moment. A dream, a ghost, she'd figure it all out later. She wanted this, she needed it, to feel him again even if she WAS losing her mind.

Lying back, Julie extended her arms up over her head and clasped her hands together. She closed her eyes and felt his hands warming her neck, traveling down her body, over her breasts, her nipples hard as diamonds, gliding over her stomach to her sides and down over her hips. She opened her legs and took a deep breath. Feeling the same warmth there but wet her breathing picked up. She arched her back as she felt the sensations inside and outside of her body. Traveling all over it as she had remembered from times before. Bobby was very good at making her orgasm with just his tongue. And tonight was no exception. Sliding her hands down her body as if trailing after his she made her way down between her legs. Wanting to bury her fingers into his thick hair she felt nothing but herself and the warmth that was added to it. Feeling the ecstasy build inside, she was overwhelmed with everything and she let out a moan as she heightened to an orgasm that she hadn't had in over a year. As if everything had built up to that night, Julie arched her back and felt her body explode and pain with an aching desire that she began to cry.

Breathing heavily and trying to calm herself, she looked around and wondered how much was actually real. She didn't care at that point. She laid down and with a smile she slept.

The next morning, Julie arose early. Sunshine in her face from the window, she opened her eyes with a smile and began to remember the events from just a few hours ago. She could still feel his presence. Or at least she'd hoped. It was something to hang on to. As she climbed out of bed she turned to throw the covers up over her pillow and there it was. Her eyes widened and her body began to tremble and ache for him again as she reached down and picked up her little button doll that was sitting on his pillow.

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RE: Love Never Dies - 9/26/2012 4:52:29 AM

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I love the way you deliberately play with the ambiguity.

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RE: Love Never Dies - 9/26/2012 8:00:37 AM

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Thank you.

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