She was a grown woman with a grown family. She'd divorced her husband a short time before. The divorce was caused by the usual events that you hear about but hope to never experience yourself.
She'd recently relocated, found a new job that was exciting and she was enjoying her new life, except that she was alone nearly every night. She missed a man's presence, and longed for the good man she'd found. The nights were especially long.
She worked long hours every day. Recently she'd found a site that published erotica. Her lonely evenings and nights prompted her to read a few stories and post a few photos of her own. Responders to her photos seemed to enjoy them.
A few nights ago she'd posted a few new photos posted to the site and read a few responses before coming across one that she enjoyed. As ladies do, she'd responded to the note stating her delight at his enjoyment and on a whim had included her email address. She had no idea who the writer was because the profile and bio were deliberately misleading.
Was it a man or a woman? The response had stated that it was from an author. She read a few of the author's stories. Had the author actually experienced some of the items included in the stories? It was intriguing and maybe they'd acknowledge her note. A short time later she received a short response thanking her for her interest and asking more personal questions. Again she'd responded and asked several questions of her own.
The author was a man and appeared thoughtful. They'd exchanged a few short notes before she'd retired for the night. The next morning there was a note that he'd found more of her photos and responses on the site and read her latest. He definitely liked them and their erotic nature, and encouraged her to post more.
Anyway, the notes continued for a few nights and their relationship developed enough that she'd sent him a couple of private photos of herself. He'd replied that she was beautiful. It came as no great surprise because other responses to her thread frequently included replies from males stating that she was.
Tonight she had talked with him quite late before signing off and heading for bed. He'd asked her to think of him as she drifted off. She'd promised that she would. After signing off she'd done a bit of yoga before climbing into her large bed. She was a lady and always prepared for bed the way she'd always wanted to for a man. Tonight she wore only a simple transparent shorty pullover gown. She'd comforted herself trying to imagine what he must look like, and soon found her hands exploring the possibilities. She'd fallen asleep that way with one hand on her breast and the other nicely nestled in her private place. The comforter was warm as she'd pulled it up.
A few hours later something seemed to wake her. She reached to the nightstand and turned on the light. She looked around and saw only the room. She rubbed her eyes before getting up for a drink of water and to check the doors and windows. When she returned, her laptop computer was sitting on the desk where she'd left it. She remembered that he'd offered to send her links to some Instant Messenger programs and so she scribbled a note of thanks and a request for them. She sent the note off and closed the computer.
As she turned around she noticed the bed and stared at it. It looked like a man's outline was under the comforter. Startled but curious she tiptoed to the side of the bed, threw back the comforter and stepped back. Whatever had caused it left a depression in the pillow and was under the top sheet. Again she stepped forward and threw back the sheet.
