I am writing this in multiple parts (hopefully), with the main character of the story, Natasha (not her real name) having no idea I am doing this until I let her know about it.
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To "Natasha"
This is a completely anonymous, safe place to reveal my deepest, darkest, fantasies. A very detailed exercise using fictional and non-fictional elements describing my desire for you since our very first meeting. We did not have the chance to explore a relationship devoid of bizarre events and life "getting in the way". I am glad I have found you again and hope since we can't be together, that at least we can, here.
To Faithful Literotica Readers
And so this story is unfolding in real-time as you are reading it. The challenge is to produce an exciting story while guided by real events. The risk is Natasha would hate it, hate me for writing it, and it will end there. Such is life, such is the risk and reward. I beg your patience for the first installment as I have to set the tone properly and as accurately as I can. Assuming Natasha is adventurous, this can get more revealing and exciting. Or, not.
To Critics
I am desiring constructive criticism by those who are here for the purpose of reading erotica (comments from other authors are highly desired). Religious and self-righteous pious posers and trolls need not bother commenting- your abusive rants will be discarded.
(now on to the story) /
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Our first meeting was typical:
Boy(Me) running his own business runs into girl (Natasha) who sold office supplies.
Boy fell for girl (who was in a very abusive relationship with "insano-guy").
Boy and girl (who realized she needed and deserved better), try to date, but could not.
Boy wanted more- Girl wanted less.
Boy and girl ended up being friends.
Sort of.
Why the obsession? Picture a smarter, funnier, and taller Heather Locklear. Everything in perfect proportion. She is strikingly hot, knows how to dress, and is always working out and taking care of herself. A Goddess.
We lived in a small town and my competition was comprised of mostly uneducated labor. I consider myself with slightly better than average looks, athletic to average build, armed with a bit more than room temperature IQ and 3 college degrees.
And so I tried my level best to do the right thing showing interest while not appearing (too) creepy.
I plied her with all the right things- right out of the "Good Guy Date Book" like making her dinner, bringing her flowers and gifts, offering to stucco her house- I was so pathetic.
And other things, from a different kind of date book- a pair of latex leggings, a latex dress, and a pair of PVC jeans. And although she was a good sport, modeling everything for me (except the leggings, perhaps too intimate?), she did pose with the dress while wearing a clown wig complete with red nose. Yes, looking back at it now, she did that because she felt uncomfortable and I didn't see it (yes, I know)..
We actually did go out once. It was exciting and scary all at the same time.
She needed to meet me in a parking garage away from her work because insano-guy would be watching her car.
We had to drive a bit away from where we lived in case he tried to track us down. (I found out later he had actually awakened my parents at their house looking for Natasha)
And although we enjoyed our time together, we were both like "cats in a room full of rocking chairs" always looking over our shoulders.
When the evening ended at the parking garage, we shared a nice deep kiss.
We kissed 2 more times during our entire 9 year relationship, and yet, I still yearned for her (yep, I told you I was pathetic)
And she knew it too:
She called me to fix things at her house;
She called me when insano-guy threatened to kill her;
