All characters are 20 years of age or older in the erotic section of this story that begins 10 paragraphs in after the backstory. The events are not based on any actual experience - hope you enjoy the read and please leave a comment.
READER: The erotic story requires a non-erotic backstory for relevance to set the stage for the storyline that follows thereafter.
If the reader is only interested in reading pure erotica then please skip the 10 paragraphs of the backstory and start reading at
*** Erotica Begins Here *** to skip the boring backstory.
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- The main male character is in the backstory as a responsible adult in a family oriented neighborhood with good character traits and is a respected neighbor and parent.
- The main female character is in the backstory as a girl having a normal childhood free of interference, corruption, and untoward influences.
- Nothing sexual is written in the backstory and nothing sexual should be construed as part of the backstory.
- The descriptions in the backstory portray normal associations and relationships of living in a neighborhood of responsible caring adults who watch out for each other and each others families as people should, and youth finding their way as they grow.
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*** Non-erotic Backstory Begins Here ***
I have been living in my quiet suburban neighborhood house for many years. My wife is always busy and out doing things ever since our kids moved on to college and started their own families. Intimacy between us has become a sentence fragment "love you" and on rare occasions a blown kiss. Actual touching at this point would feel foreign and invasive. We would be closer if she was a friend's sister.
My workplace is my home since I went into consultancy and I prefer the flexibility and variability of what is anything but routine. Clients are spread out far and wide so travel to their locations happens thankfully rarely. When it does happen a day of travel on each end is necessary living near to a regional airport that is not a hub. Personally I prefer to drive when I travel.
It is a good neighborhood of families. People walk in the streets as much as they use sidewalks for exercise. Boys and girls play outside, a good thing in these days of electronic games and gadgets. Neighbors wave with friendly greetings when passing by in vehicles or on foot. There seems to be someone always walking, riding bikes and going past the property whenever I look outside or I am outside. Most people are friendly and say "hi" because I always do. One of the friendlier neighbors was Lily who grew up behind my back property line on the next street over.
I know that because she was a talkative girl and would stop for a chat whenever she was passing by. I always felt like I was watching out for my neighbors best interests and especially for Lily's because she was always walking alone. As years went by and she was growing up getting no taller than my shoulder level, nothing really changed except her appearance as her level of maturity from the start was more adult than many adults including my wife. I could actually talk to Lily about things most people grew bored with. She was her own person and it was obvious she did a lot of thinking. I knew that because she always had something of substance to discuss and the variety of topics continually increased.
Sometimes I would be working underneath my vehicle, back when I would do my own oil changes, lubrications and such, and she would stop to chat. I could be digging with a shovel in the yard and she would stop to chat. Once I was clearing out the garage when she stopped to chat. It didn't matter, she always had something to talk about and she would go on and on making hours seem like minutes. I never minded because my own children refused to come out to keep me company. It wasn't like I was going to give them things to do so I didn't have to do them myself. The diversion was always welcome and much better than something noninteractive like listening to a radio.
I would hear her accounts of amazing things she saw, things she did and was doing, or things she was thinking about. Usually Lily would ask me what I thought about something. I heard all about her dancing, gymnastics, swimming, whatever she was involved in and she did a lot. It was easy to see how she kept her lithe self fit and trim hearing about it all and she somehow found time for school and her excellent grades.
I heard about care and handling of animals, preparation for baking and her successes and failures with an occasional sample, her learning dressmaking and her costumes she would wear at Halloween. Also things she made crafting, growing greenhouse vegetables, learning to horseback ride, and on and on. All now just favorite memories that float in my mind in the absence of her presence and voice. We really don't know when a conversation will be the last one and it is impossible to know when will be the last time we see someone.
Lily graduated more than a year ago from high school. She last told me she was deciding which college offer to accept. Then I didn't see her coming by anymore.
It must have been a week before I began to wonder why she suddenly stopped coming by for a chat. I had to curb my creative mind from imaginings of what had happened to her at how she had not come around to tell me things.
Like what would have been her next topic for her tales of life and living. I never expected anything from her and accepted whatever she gave. It was with pride that I considered myself her older neighbor who lived the next street over and hoped her life was treating her well. And life went on.
I noticed how much quicker I was getting my outside jobs done even though to me time dragged while getting jobs done. My own thoughts were not quite filling the time that scintillating conversations do. My thoughts were returning to the kind of whimsical things from long ago when I used to deliver newspapers door to door when newspapers were the primary way of getting the news.
With my wife being away as much as she is, I have considerable amount of discretionary time to do what I wanted. Time to do what I choose such as taking my clubs to the golf course daily when weather is agreeable, reading whatever catches my interest, and being more active with things I enjoyed as a younger man before we had children and before I met my wife.
As a youth and young adult, I spent most of my time in my own head thinking about lots of things. I thought about the things I had done and experienced, the things I wanted to do and experience, and some things that were unlikely to ever happen to be experienced. Those things included daydream of adventures in spaceships across the galaxy, traveling the country by vehicle and to parts of the world by sailboat, drawing and designing custom vans, and something else in private moments that I have never shared with anybody who knew me.
*** Erotica Begins Here ***
My favorite thing to do is something I do when wife is not around. I have done it discreetly for years since physical intimacy evaporated from our marriage just after the birth of our second and last child. To satisfy the erotic energy my system generated by an active and creative imagination, I go online and enjoy anonymous chats with similarly minded women. I enjoy writing creative erotic roleplays with one compatible woman at a time that go on as long as the friendship lasts. Some have been for an hour or two while others have lasted for months.
I have never known any real information about these women. No names or locations are exchanged to protect us both. In most cases no photographs are shared and names are whatever someone chooses. It is intended to be fun and to share with someone else what is missing and desired our primary relationships and lives. As it is virtual, there is nothing risked physically and no complications with the association of what in-person would be an affair that could disrupt lives.
Over the years I have noted what women want. The majority, easily 90% of them, given the choice of any possible combination of characters to roleplay choose daddy daughter as their most preferred. It is enjoyable for its forbidden nature, the naughty elements not just incest but the older younger trust relationship, the inherent opportunities and already developed relationship where intimacy crosses all lines between the characters. It also gets monotonous playing the same character dad over and over even if the daughter character is different.
Many women want cheating roleplays, or meeting strangers in some pickup arrangement. Very few want to play adventure roles or my personal interest in roleplaying neighbors but I have never thought of myself as mainstream for my sexual desires. My favorite neighbors roleplays were with women who wanted to live out a fantasy of being sought after when husbands went on trips or off to work or as single homeowner or widow taking care of her neighbor friend's husband. For my own sensibilities, any roleplay must have consent of both partners regardless of all other considerations, that both go into the relationship willing, wanting and eager. Then both are free to enjoy each other and themselves.
Recently a new online friend who has the username PetL4urPnUS is quickly becoming my favorite. She is fun, flirty, and good with descriptive and creative ideas for roleplays. She prefers us to play our actual ages to enjoy the younger and older kink, our real ages are her 20 and my 55. I have heard it before where a woman said she was really 19 and then weeks later in chat complained about her husband and kids, so face value sometimes isn't worth the expense of the electronic characters typed.
