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"Don't stop. Green means go!"
Maria turned and crawled up to the middle of her bed motioning me to join her. This was not necessary because I already had my pants off and was removing my boxers as she wagged her finger at me. She reached for my cock as I maneuvered my body in between her legs.
"Look, I didn't get to see any of this last time. The massage was incredible, I never had my pussy licked in all of my life and that almost stopped my heart, but for right now I want to watch as this thing slowly slides into me."
Her thong was moved to the side and our bodies joined together at the most intimate way they could.
"Just so you know? We can never go back to being neighbors or friends. I want you in my bed every night." I said to her.
Her response was to wrap her legs tight around me and pull me down by hair for a kiss as she swung her green bra in circles above us with her other hand laughing.
The End.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 months agoI first read this story several years ago; liked it then, like it now.
The premise of a single man becoming infatuated with a neighbor wife married to an unappreciative jerk while otherwise never finding an available woman who appealed to him isn't farfetched at all--in my youth I was one such person. I undertook a similar "pampering" campaign which succeeded in initiating an affair but failed in detaching the wife from her abusive husband before he accidentally killed himself and her in a drunk-driving accident. Living with the guilt of my seduction of her and the angst of not having been able to get her separated soon enough to avoid her death left me with one of those "lifelong questions" one never wants to have--i.e. "Was it worth it?"
Conditioned societal disapproval of our actions cannot erase the sweetness of our love affair. It was and still is one of the most influential events of my life. Would we have lasted? Who knows. But her tragic death (which it was, for she had no control over HIS actions) taught me to--in simplistic trite terms--"seize the day". My wife of nearly 40 years understands why I treasure what we have and appreciates my gratitude to her for the life we have shared.
This was a good story, crafted with skill and creativity. That the "masseuse"-"masseur" mislabeling is the ONLY quibble to be mentioned in a FICTIONAL FANTASY which otherwise succeeds in its goal of erotically entertaining is, well, a clear indication that a reader has somehow lost track of what THIS category in THIS website is all about.
Thanks again LiamChristopher for sharing your creativity with us. Please keep doing so.
MLJ
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoAll the LW stories written by this author are of such a pathy level .. I wonder if he is on some weeds when he writes! His bio says he develops his characters… sadly could not find a single story where he has taken time to do so! Most of his characters are cartoonish! No touch with anything real! In most of his stories the moot point is never resolved…
1. Julie fucking Mark in Its what daddy wants..
2. Julie giving a blowjob to a customer in physical therapy ..
3. The MILs atrocious behaviour in Physical Therapy and then her sudden turn around at the end…
Nothing this author writes makes any sense… seriously I find him to be a little delinquent as a writer!!!
Anonymousover 3 years ago...öt csillagot ,de ez számomra az volt ,gratulálok,nagyon jól megírt,részletes történet ,bár ez inkább egy romantikusnak hatott,de semmit nem von le az értékéből !Sok sikert továbbra is...!
Anonymousabout 5 years agoI know that we are dealing with fantasies, but fantasies have to have at least some bit of realism, and there was none here. Even the seduction --- why would Maria have had unprotected sex with a masseuse she could not even see.
I give it a thumbs-down for lack of imagination and realism.
