After years of writing novels, I wanted to try short stories, as an intellectual exercise. This is my first shot at it. I wrote it for a thread in the 'Author's Hangout' forum.
I found that I had enough original ideas that I decided to make a series out of it. Some of these will serve later on as starting points for novels or series of their own. There was just too much material I had to leave aside for the shorter format.
I also found an editor. I love working with him. Thank you, Paul!
HotAndBothered
Sunday, 10:30pm
The moment I greeted your family at the door, one look into your eyes and I was yours. Heck, I've always been yours, but life came between us. The bitch!
All afternoon, as we worked in the kitchen with the other wives, you teased me by brushing your firm breasts against whatever part of my body was available as you reached for something or other. How often did I stifle a moan when your hand pressed against my waist to steady yourself? Did anyone notice when you squeezed my cheek?
I'm positive you chose the perfume I gave you so long ago to enflame my senses. I know you only wear it when we get together, no matter if our families are near, as you deliberately make me wet by taking me back to the first time you wore it.
How I wish I dared drop a fork to see if you were wearing panties. You're so brazen, I bet you didn't. Your small breasts don't need support, and I've longed for hours to nibble on the hard nubbins your shirt couldn't conceal. What about the succulent flesh playing peek-a-boo through the button which came undone by 'accident'?
Your pealing laugh sent shivers down my spine... all the way down. I had to go to the bathroom, thrice, to wipe myself. I didn't dare do more. I can never stop myself from shouting your sweet name at the crucial moment.
I count the minutes until we meet again in the flesh.
LusciouslyYours
Sunday, 11:00pm
You bet your sweet ass I was wearing panties. I even had three spares with me. I used them all while we were in the kitchen and I rubbed myself against you.
Hell, I had to change them twice while I was getting ready for our phantom date. Dear hubby wondered why I had to jump in the shower a second time. What does he really care, as long as it doesn't interfere with his football game?
If you're looking for your frilly red boy shorts, I'm wearing them as I write this. They were on top in your dirty clothes hamper, still wet with your cream. I just had to feel it against my pussy. I wish you could have deposited it yourself by tribbing. Just thinking of it, I can almost feel your clit press against mine as you make us come.
I practised for hours in front of the mirror so I could aim the peeks at you and only you. I had to suppress my own moans each time I saw your eyes widen at the sight of my tits.
Why did you have to wear a knee-length skirt? I squeezed your ass because I couldn't reach your pussy with all the hens so close.
It's 3,720 minutes, honey. I'll be at the market Wednesday at 1:00pm. I'll be on my way as soon as the kids leave for school. Why did we have to pick a house so close they could come home for lunch?
HotAndBothered
Monday, 08:45am
Thank you for leaving the black silk thong. I licked it clean before putting it on for the night. Brad didn't even notice. I was so hot for you that I tried to be amorous with him... lot of good it did me. He grunted something about an important sales meeting before turning over and going to sleep.
I cried thinking of the stolen nights we spent together, cuddled against each other, of the times you'd wake me in the middle of the night, making oral love to me, laughing when I pressed the pillow against my mouth so my cries of ecstasy didn't wake the whole house. You're the only one who ever had that powerful of an effect on me.
As I write to you, I'm looking at your picture. You know, the one I took last summer on the camping trip with both our families, the one where you lowered yourself in the bottom of the canoe and took off your bikini so you could tease me by masturbating. I'm glad you taught me how to hide and encrypt it on my computer and on my phone. That way, you are always near my heart... well, there too.
Do you think I could call you later this afternoon so we can make aural love?
LusciouslyYours
Monday, 09:25am
It's called phone sex, sweetie. I'm sorry, but a couple of those cunts from the PTA will be over. I somehow got shanghaied into baking cupcakes for the upcoming rummage sale.
Tell you what though... Why don't we set a time? I'll go to my room and I'll call you on the QT so we can have a quickie. I know you like it when I talk dirty to you and build you up to climax, but, hey, at least we'll be doing it together.
I'm typing with one hand and friggin' myself with the other while watching the video you gave me for my birthday in a loop. I wish I had your talent to convince Brad that your ideas are his. I'd never be able to get Kevin to buy such an expensive digital camera to record 'family souvenirs'.
You're a female Fellini with that thing. This is the sexiest striptease I've ever seen. In the next one, ram half your hand in your cooch too. You know how I love to watch you come, honey.
Oooooh! Now I have to lick my hand clean. I wish it was your cream I'm tasting.
Are you sure you can't come over tomorrow? I need you, baby.
HotAndBothered