The Story of R, Part 3: Interlude
I am so not a porn writer, just to warn anybody who hasn’t read the first two parts yet…..but some readers are still interested in this tale, so I’ll continue to tell.
R called my folks’ house Thanksgiving evening to tell me that some problem had sprung up and he’d need to go back to Washington sooner than he’d planned…like, tomorrow. I agreed to meet him early Friday morning, even though I was unsure of what I wanted out of our re-established relationship, and less sure of what he wanted.
Over breakfast, R tells me that it’s been alot of fun, reconnecting with me, and especially venting some of those teenage fantasies…..But…..the pause draws out uncomfortably. Finally he looks up from his coffee and finishes, “But that’s not how I am now. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show you how I am now.”
Intrigued, I reply, “Well, how’s about you tell me how you are now?” His glum face furrows into a frown. “Telling is even harder. [another long pause] If we lived closer, and if I didn’t have to travel so goddamn much, it might be worth trying…..”
Trying what? I wonder. Instead, I say, “You know me R, I’ll try anything once, and if it doesn’t kill me, I might just try it again.” Expecting him to smile at that, I’m instead baffled by an expression of thoughtful pondering, followed after another long pause by, “Mmmm…..yes, you’re still adventurous…..”
Finally R emerges from his thinking and says, “If you’re game, I’ll put on my thinking cap and see what I come up with.”
My curiosity is just about killing me at this point, so even though some small corner of my brain is going, WTF is this all about?, I reply, “Hell yes I’m game. Just give me enough notice to juggle my work.”
The conversation then turns to other topics. As we’re leaving the restaurant, R asks me to say goodbye to my family for him. Then, he pulls me to him, opening his leather jacket as if to enfold me in it. Our goodbye kiss starts innocently enough, but quickly becomes passionate, and almost involuntarily I hungrily press my hips forward. R shifts slightly, still kissing me….brings a hand up to my breast….and tweaks my nipple, hard. My gasp of surprise and pain breaks the kiss, and I see a glint of something far beyond impish in R’s eyes. He pulls away, saying, “I’ll let you know what I come up with.”
As I watch his SUV move away I realize I’m soaking wet, and desperate for a fuck….almost as if R hadn’t slaked my hunger at all.
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LOL Aphrodite! Chubby the bear?
Can you imagine what would happen if Bacchus rolled over in bed and got a handful of that bear instead of me? Eeeek! :D
A fool…. He is a great fool. Why are men so araid of a woman who knows what she wants? Why are men afraid of strong women who can let go thier strength and say take me?
I feel for precious Aphroditie, only knowing her through her entries here, what frustraition and disapointment….ARRGGHH!
A fool, he is a fool!!!!!!
Hmmmm… maybe a S&M lover? Could be. I can’t wait to hear more Aphrodite.
I don’t like his direction, especailly after all those years away. Sounds sadistic and mean to me…married…a liar…what’s home waiting for him? Use him and abuse him, then leave him…or has he done that to you? Powerfucking seems too easy an answer. I’ll wait for more information. :plain:
Sounds like he was feeling you out to see if you were a relationship-minded chick or just a fuck chick. Fuck chick he totally wants. Relationship chick not.
While you may not think of yourself as a porn writer this has been a nice distraction. Thanks.
think he’s married / gay / committed elsewhere and has used you – on the other hand – he knows how to tease and make you WANT him, so – play cool and see what happens.
You write really nicely by the way – if this is an act of fantasy – great keep it up – if it is / was real – use your talents and imagination to greater effect – let them go and grow