I had problems deciding which section this should be in: Loving Wives or BDSM or even Non Consent/Reluctance. This has elements of all three. It seems the Loving Wives anonymous comment writers can be rather ruthless in any criticism but I will brave their attacks. However, constructive criticism or discussion is applauded and welcomed.
While this particular tale is the work of Fiction it has many elements drawn from personal experiences. Very enjoyable experiences, I might add. After all, many creative writers often draw from what they know to flavour their storylines.
This tale begins slowly; hopefully developing a viable background to what follows. Probably too slowly for the "tug'n'run" type of reader. To those, you may find more instantaneous peaks elsewhere.
For me, writing is an enjoyable hobby. I have had wonderful girlfriends over the years who loved snuggling up together in bed with me and would ask me to relate an erotic story that teased and tantalised them. They were, of course, the star of the story and this would normally lead to them getting extremely aroused as I tailored their particular erotic fantasies into tales of incredible excess. That meant that each tale was "off the cuff" and was specific to them. Hot stuff, eh? It also means that my audible audience was female.
Some ladies actually wanted to record the story while I verbally related it so they could remember and repeat it on later occasions. Still others wanted to continue getting stories, even after they had moved away and married. What had I started? LOL. They even paid for the stories since they took so much time and effort. Additionally, their partners often said they enjoyed the written versions as well.
That's when I first experienced how deeply creative and downright debauched the female mind can be! Far more so than most males. Particularly with fantasies that they would never, ever envisage actually happening to them. Things that aren't even for the gentle pages of Literotica. Even though they are tailored for only that person's desires, some are more universal and, if things go well with this one, I may release a few. Note: none have been published or released before, except to the intended party. Obviously all names and most place names will be changed to protect the guilty. LOL.
Any errors are my own as I do not employ an editor. Plus, you will often find English spellings and wordings/phrases mixed with my own local dialect as I grew up speaking English but I am neither American nor English.
Oh, the story has been completed and it is my intention to post one chapter each week. Providing I haven't already been bludgeoned to death by irate commentators wielding bibles and large dildos as weapons, of course. It's so difficult to please everyone.
Bon Appetite
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BIGGEST RISK OF MY LIFE - Ch. 1 My lust... trumps... my love.
A woman's mind is a thing of wonderment and beauty. Can a Male truly ever understand the mind of a Female?
Have you ever completed an action and then wondered why on earth you did it? In fact even regretted completing the action altogether? Well, I have and now I'm sitting in my kitchen at home, sipping on a hot cup of coffee and contemplating the future or if I even have a future. The love of my life, Christina, may be lost from me forever.
She has left me. Why and who for, you might well ask. For ME! Yes, you read it correctly. My life is all fucked up and it's all my fault. I outsmarted myself. Perhaps an explanation is due. As Julie Andrews sung "I'll start at the very beginning, a very good place to start."
Hi. I'm Steve Ross. Pretty much an average type guy of 29 who works in the Financial Services industry in Los Angeles running specialised training courses for a variety of personnel: Bankers, Investment Advisors, Brokers. These often became the golden boy and girl "players" of the industry whereas I was merely an onlooker to their lifestyles.
However, I did participate as an invited guest at many of the parties they threw. You know, the sort of party that most people only read about in gossip magazines. Wine, women and song (and drugs) to excess to the nth degree. Anything goes, although I did manage to avoid the drug part of things. Way out of my financial ability.
Because I was never seen as a competitor in their dog-eat-dog world I became accepted as a casual friend and enjoyed the confidence and charms of many women who circled the group as hangers-on. The aspiring models and actresses hoping to snare a potentially big player on their way up in the world. In other words, with big bucks potential. LOL. Many were so blatant in their approaches it was almost another form of prostitution. Simply a business deal: I'll be your eye-candy and you can have this hot bod of mine to fuck as you wish provided you financially support my lifestyle and, even better, put a ring on my finger. Ca-ching! It didn't matter if you looked like a bullfrog as long as you had big bucks or showed potential.
Way out of my league but, as I said, I enjoyed many of the crumbs scattered from the table. Life was great.
I was no film star in looks but neither was I a troll. My 1.83m (6 foot) frame was slim due to my regular exercise with running and gym work and my brown hair, light blue eyes simply enabled me to blend nicely into the background. So I did alright with the ladies but had not been consciously looking for "the one". The pick'n'mix variety worked well for me.
All was well until around 2 years ago when I met a wonderful young lady who was to change my life completely. Or, she met me, to be more precise.
I was at the gym doing some warm-down stretches having just completed a run outside. One of the long-serving female instructors interrupted asking me to see her at reception after I showered, before I left the building. Naturally I said "Sure, Ok", wondering what it was all about. I was positive my fees were all paid up.
When I was finally all finished I walked up to the reception desk and caught her eye.
"Hi there Steve," she said with a big smile. "I have a strange situation here that involves you," continuing to smile at me with a teasing type glint in her eyes.
I hadn't even realised she knew my name as I had never used the instructor services available. I tentatively replied, "Ah, Ok. What's it all about?"
"Steve, you're one of the few gym members that use the gym as a base while you go running out in the streets. Most just use the machines. So it was easy to identify who you were when someone came in here asking all about you."
More confused than ever I just stood and looked at her, bemused.
"Don't worry. It's not something bad. At least, I don't think it is," she continued. "Normally I wouldn't get involved in a member's private life but... I find this intriguing and the romantic side of me is very curious."
Without me prompting her any further, she explained.
"While you were out running I had a young woman inquire about you at reception. She said she's seen you many times as you leave the gym and return after your runs. Apparently you run past where she works in a store just up the road."
"Naturally I explained that we couldn't give out personal details of our members. She looked so disappointed I asked her why she needed to contact you."
If anything, the instructor's smile got even bigger. She was obviously enjoying this for some reason.
"She told me the full story," pausing as she picked up a message pad from the desk, "so I told her she can leave her name and phone number and I'll personally make sure you got them. And here we are," passing a page over for me to take.
"Are you sure the person is me? I mean..."
"Oh yes. She described you perfectly." The instructor leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper before adding, "She obviously paid close attention to you as you ran by the store. Very close attention, I think," she grinned.
"Well, what was her reason for wanting to contact me?" I asked, a little confused. I mean was she some stalker or something, I thought. Plus, what did she look like. I didn't owe anybody any money or anything so she can't be a collection agent.
"You'll have to contact her if you really want to know," she replied, still giving me a knowing type grin. "But in case you're wondering, she is an attractive young woman who was blushing as she explained everything in a very charming manner. Quite heart-warming really. She did ask if you were married or not. I knew you weren't, at least not according to your account details or I would never have become involved. But I didn't tell her that. So if you do call her, I want to know what happens. It isn't often I get to play cupid," she teasingly explained in a bursting mouthful of words.
In a stuttering way I managed to half-pie agree to let her know what happens, if anything happens I thought, before leaving the gym and heading home to my apartment.
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I continued sipping the hot coffee as I let my memories scroll past like a video replay of our relationship. At what precise point had it all begun to go wrong, I wondered. If I go slowly through the events of our meeting perhaps it will pop out like some marked point saying "It's right now... now". It wouldn't change anything, I acknowledged but it may help for future situations. To avoid at all cost.
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I continued on home to my apartment, my little haven from the rest of the world. Most people would call it a Condo but I preferred to call it an Apartment. It had been a lucky purchase from a desperate Broker I knew just days before he went under financially back in 2008. The financial crisis had also created opportunities and I'd managed to purchase it fully furnished for around 30 cents in the dollar for a cash buyout when he decided to sell everything he owned and do a "runner" before the authorities bankrupted him.
