One of the beautiful things about writing stories for Literotica is that it's so very anonymous. I mean, you can write about your most intimate desires, your most exciting affairs, your wife or your husband and know that only you, your editors and some staff know anything about you.
It's quite exciting actually.
When I wrote my first story I used the name Constance as it sounded so innocent and an editor suggested it would turn guys on. After a handful of stories I began using my real middle name, Robyn. Heck, I think other than my parents, my brother, my still married boyfriend and my close friend Stephanie are the only ones who know me by that moniker.
Writing allows me to expand on my secret life, the one only a select few know about. No, I'm not a bank robber on the lam from the cops, I'm not in the witness protection program and I am certainly not some kind of ax murderer or something. If you knew my friends, you'd think I was the most innocent of women. If you knew by current boyfriend Mark you'd think I was on the straight and narrow in just about all aspects of my life.
Late paying bills? No way. Late for work? Not happening. Miss important dates like birthdays or anniversaries? Never happen. I'm organized thanks to School of Secretarial Science (yes, it was called secretarial!), and I tend to do the right thing and the right time.
So, reader, how in the world did I get involved with my married boss and spend more than a decade in an improper affair? How did I find myself in embarrassing situations with him, like the time he was spanking me in the forest (and I liked it!) when a guy stumbled upon us and caught us in the act (and I liked it!).
How did I find myself being satisfied sexually by sucking the cock of a guy 20 years my senior without regard for the unbelievable wrong it was? How could I babysit his kids? How did I submit to his wants and demands without a whimper?
Look, unlike some of the notes I've received, I'm not a whore. I don't consider myself a slut, but I guess there is something very wrong about me. Still, I so much enjoy my oh so married K. Linford Little and his bulging dick. I really do.
And no matter what other relationships I find myself in, I always seem to find myself doing naughty, nasty things with my former boss, my current lover, and the guy who I am most comfortably in love and lust with, Lin.
Stephanie and I had traded stories about our bedroom exploits over white wine and cheese. We've related the most intimate of secrets (she was blowing a guy when he passed gas, I was striping for a guy when I fell and twisted an ankle and ended up in the hospital).
She once had sex with three different guys at three different locations within one 12 hour period. A long and sexy story and led to the two of us masturbating in the same room while she told the naughty story.
On several occasions I'd gone on double dates and had sex in the car while the other couple was coupling at the same time...and I snuck glances at their actions (and they ours).
Yes, we have told each other of missed periods, or embarrassing situations or even the most intimate details of our lives. Stephanie was close to me, but as close as we are Lin is my closest friend.
I have to be totally honest with you. I know there have been times in our relationship that I was just a "loose" girl who put out for her boss. I've done things that good girls just don't do. I've had sexual escapades with a totally married man who has a lovely wife Mary and a pair of wonderful daughters.
For that matter, there was a time when I actually pitched in and babysat the daughters while Lin and Mary went out for a special occasion. And on that night, on the ride back to my house, Lin stopped and I fellated my boss, sending him home with a shrunken, happy dick.
Thinking back over the years, I've done things with Lin I'd never dream of doing with other guys. I mean, well, I've used a banana on myself while he'd directed the action. I've allowed me to fellate him in parking lots, mall garages, local parks, ballfields and even a hotel window.
I did this when living a real life with boyfriends that included a financial analyst, bank manager and even a minor league ballplayer. Life A would include me as the perfect part of a couple, Life B would be sneaking away and meeting with my special love, Lin. Over the years I'd probably downed a couple gallons of cum from his Life B beautiful spout. Our escapades probably totaled more than 1000. Whatever, wasn't counting, but the point is Lin is truly wonderful and my love.
Still, he was hopelessly married. I knew that. He wasn't leaving his wife, and I did have a life outside our relationship. In some ways, it was the best of both worlds once we each found a way to handle it. It wasn't easy, jealousy can make terrible conversation and ruin relationships. We somehow figured out a way to stay terribly in lust with each other while being able to maintain relationships with others.
And we didn't get caught.
Oh, we'd been caught. By the guy who watched me getting spanked in the woods. By the cops who caught us at the train station after an engineer called to complain. By the walkers who caught an eyeful just past the ballfield. But we hadn't been caught by his wife. That was job one.
It's funny, over the years I'd changed hairstyles, skirt lengths and even boyfriends, but there was one constant in my life: Lin. Even when he started having trouble down below, difficulty in having an orgasm, just having his dick in my mouth was not only exciting but comforting as well.
Like a salted caramel cake pop, I loved his lollypop whether semi-hard or bulging and ready to burst. It took a little extra effort at times, but it was worth it!
Over recent months it felt like Lin was reverting to his younger years. I blew him a lot in the car like horny teenagers. I'd wear short skirts and stockings at his insistence, and do things his wife would never dream of doing. He'd make me happy in many ways, by his presence and his presents. The guy was generous!
A little over a year ago I began working for a local salesman who hit a home run marketing a product. He opened a small office in a strip mall and hired me to handle the office while he was out selling. It was great, because I could get my work done and have flexible hours which allowed me to fit in yoga classes and visits to the local coffee house without having to worry about clocking in and out.
It also allowed for a little privacy, in that it was easy to determine where my boss was and when Lin could slip over for a little bit of that good old suck the salami. That made my boyfriend happy indeed, as there was nothing he liked more than a quickie for his dickie.
