This is my first attempt at an original story, so be gentle on me, but I do want to know what you think and if I should continue the story line (I have several chapters already fleshed out in my head). By the way, the first chapter is written in first person. If I get decent marks, I may try to person-bend as the story would be more erotic if it could successfully jump. Let me know!! Your vote matters!
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I set up my profile on a dating app that caters to the less traditional dating set. Where FWB align with FB's.
But with a twist.
I was searching for an otherwise attached woman who is emotionally exhausted from the past 18 months since the beginning of 2020. Trying to hold everything together while the world has been quite literally, falling apart. A woman who deep inside herself desperately wants to cede control. For just a little while, NOT be in charge. NOT be juggling kids meltdowns, remote learning, remote working, soothing a spouses ego (good god he is useless in so many ways, doesn't he see that I am barely holding on myself) and somehow keeping everything going. Groceries, cooking, entertaining, isolation, masks...it's all just too much don't you agree?
Yes, that is the "her" I am looking for. That is my mark. My prey. I don't want to take advantage of her, I want to give her exactly what she wants.
The ad was simple enough to write. The only challenge was to remain patient and see who responded.
It was a bit overwhelming. I hit a chord. Men are used to not getting interest. The odds are just that way. But this. OMG. I had dozens of responses, near and far. Did the normal spam checks to make sure they were legit. All passed with flying colors. A few women described their situations and a couple got cold feet after a few messages back and forth. One typical message, "I have to walk away, this is all too real for me. This is everything I want, but if I got caught, it would all be over for me, I just can't."
I totally understood. My goal is never to ruin anything for anyone. Better they run away and hide under a rock before we meet than after, heaven's forbid, we get intimate. Then, it really is a crisis. A woman with regrets over what she did isn't sexy, it's a tragedy and its one I avoid. I am all about discretion and making sure there are no bread crumbs that if uncovered, a cranky spouse might pick up on.
But no, the majority of the women were all in with both feet. I had hit a chord. A choir of need. That was kind of cool. I had found a vein of unmet need in a lot of women. Like striking gold but only vaguely understanding its value. Clearly, if I had wanted to take advantage, I could have kept up with all of them and created quite a stable. But that was not my goal. One woman. I began whittling down.
Some too far away to make it feasible. Some were realistically only available on weekends. One woman was only available overnight as her husband worked third shift.
They were from all walks of life. Highly successful professionals all the way to the unappreciated stay at home moms. The ages were surprising too. The gambit. Women in their late 20's to women in their late 50's. Yup, a choir of need.
So I upped my game and asked for g-rated pics. Some blonde, some brunette, some redheads, some slight, some with Mom bods. One ebony goddess offered it up this way. "I have never been with a white guy before but your ad has me absolutely on fire, and I am changing my panties three times a day just thinking about it. You can do whatever you want. Take me, I am yours. I don't care, I will do ANYTHING." That was tempting.
But no, something caught my eye and it absolutely FROZE me in my tracks. I stared at the email from a pseudonym email address from one of my neighbors. Literally......on my street. Late 40s, early 50s, brunette, in shape. Now THAT is convenience!
How do I proceed? Do I pull back the curtain and give away my identity? Nope, too risky. I need to keep reeling her in and get her past any chance of backing out before THAT big reveal. We've chatted on the street, she has been in our house, she knows my spouse. All very risky. All very dangerous. And so fucking hot. I could not help but get rock hard at the thought.
I had always thought she was attractive. Tight body. When outside doing yard work, her spaghetti strap sundress would reveal a cut muscular, lean back. She was seeking what I was offering. We are both consenting adults, but the familiarity could be a deal breaker for her. I had to bide my time and play it smart. She needed to learn it was me only after she could not bow out.
Her husband. Meh. Nothing to worry about I thought to myself. The universe has spoken. She is the one.
So my mission was clear. Seduce her with the vision of what was to come and make it happen. I sent her a recent pic but with enough blur of my face to be generic.
She nibbled on the bait. "Nice pic, but couldn't I see a clear face pic?"
I said "sure, after you have proven to me that you aren't going to back out on me. I am well known in the community and until I can get some comfort of keeping my identity safe, I have to stay a little mysterious. I have too much to lose." I gave her my stats, assured her that I am in decent shape, no arrest warrants or restraining orders, good credit score, etc.
A woman has to be careful and I totally get it. Now, how can you, the object of my attention, prove to me your commitment? By my leading the woman on to be a little vulnerable with me!
"Send me some erotic photos! Of course, I do not want you to send me any suggestive photo with a face attached. But when you are alone, have some fun and show me what a delicious beauty I am going to be enjoying soon. Give me something to think about, fantasize about."
