Tell a story...... just for fun
Morninglory81
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I enter, my cue in hand. I did not plan on coming this evening. I worked the closing shift at the Thruway and just want to go home. I am late, the pool matches have already begun. We are facing a team I do not know.
I see him. He is at the table lining up a shot. His eyes are intense, I can not look away. His movements are fluid and controlled, each stroke hits it's mark. I am lost in his game, my breath is matched with his. My senses are alive with an animal desire that is consuming my reason. I want him! I am now a jaguar on the hunt. He stands no chance for I knew how to peruse this prey.
His match is over, I congratulate him on his win. I now have his attention. I step up to the table to display my talent. My opponent is of no concern to me. The game I am playing is not on the felt. I lose my match but he is interested.
We are talking and I learn we share a common pain. His wife of four years has just left him. I easily convince him that a mindless release is the medicine he needs. He says "I have been out of the game for so long that I do not even know how to begin to hit on a woman let alone close the deal." He is making it so easy to seduce him. I tell him the blunt truth, a method that has never failed me, I say "I have been divorced for six months and I want nothing more from you than a night of passion. I just want to satisfy a selfish need. I will make this real easy for you. I will drive you home, when we get there if you ask me in you will get laid. It is just that easy!" He is now mine.
We are in my car and I can sense he is excited and uncertain. I feel powerful, confident,and in control. We are stopped at a red light. I turn to look at him and say "We should at least kiss before we go any further." He leans in and our mouths meet in a clumsy kiss while I try to pay attention to the traffic light. The light turns green and we are driving again. I turn into his drive way, kill the engine, turn to him and say "This is where you make your decision."
He quickly invites me in and offers me a drink. I turn to him and smile, saying "I did not come here for a drink!" I now move to the open bedroom door and make my intentions clear one last time. He needs no more encouragement and instantly covers the distance to me. We come together as if we have known each other for a life time. We satisfy our physical needs. Spent we lay in each others arms enjoying the afterglow of intimacy. I fade in and out of sleep for an hour. All of the sudden I realize there is a closeness that I feel in this strangers arms. A contentment I have not felt in a long time. I need to leave now!
I get up and dress moving brusquely trying to shut out that unwanted feeling. I am at the door ready to leave. I say "It was fun. Thank you." He says " That's it? Can I have your number? Can I see you again?" I am frozen in place. I think to myself: Who is he to change the rules of my game? I want nothing more than this one night. Why am I giving him my number?
Seven years have passed and I am now the mother of two beautiful boys. I often think back on the night that changed the direction of my life. I am grateful my husband had the audacity to challenge my rules.
I see him. He is at the table lining up a shot. His eyes are intense, I can not look away. His movements are fluid and controlled, each stroke hits it's mark. I am lost in his game, my breath is matched with his. My senses are alive with an animal desire that is consuming my reason. I want him! I am now a jaguar on the hunt. He stands no chance for I knew how to peruse this prey.
His match is over, I congratulate him on his win. I now have his attention. I step up to the table to display my talent. My opponent is of no concern to me. The game I am playing is not on the felt. I lose my match but he is interested.
We are talking and I learn we share a common pain. His wife of four years has just left him. I easily convince him that a mindless release is the medicine he needs. He says "I have been out of the game for so long that I do not even know how to begin to hit on a woman let alone close the deal." He is making it so easy to seduce him. I tell him the blunt truth, a method that has never failed me, I say "I have been divorced for six months and I want nothing more from you than a night of passion. I just want to satisfy a selfish need. I will make this real easy for you. I will drive you home, when we get there if you ask me in you will get laid. It is just that easy!" He is now mine.
We are in my car and I can sense he is excited and uncertain. I feel powerful, confident,and in control. We are stopped at a red light. I turn to look at him and say "We should at least kiss before we go any further." He leans in and our mouths meet in a clumsy kiss while I try to pay attention to the traffic light. The light turns green and we are driving again. I turn into his drive way, kill the engine, turn to him and say "This is where you make your decision."
He quickly invites me in and offers me a drink. I turn to him and smile, saying "I did not come here for a drink!" I now move to the open bedroom door and make my intentions clear one last time. He needs no more encouragement and instantly covers the distance to me. We come together as if we have known each other for a life time. We satisfy our physical needs. Spent we lay in each others arms enjoying the afterglow of intimacy. I fade in and out of sleep for an hour. All of the sudden I realize there is a closeness that I feel in this strangers arms. A contentment I have not felt in a long time. I need to leave now!
I get up and dress moving brusquely trying to shut out that unwanted feeling. I am at the door ready to leave. I say "It was fun. Thank you." He says " That's it? Can I have your number? Can I see you again?" I am frozen in place. I think to myself: Who is he to change the rules of my game? I want nothing more than this one night. Why am I giving him my number?
Seven years have passed and I am now the mother of two beautiful boys. I often think back on the night that changed the direction of my life. I am grateful my husband had the audacity to challenge my rules.
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My daughter was 4 at the time and she was at the store with my wife. As young kids do my duaghter brought up a strange and random topic, the hooks (for haning clothes) in daddy's car. So, in the middle of target she's going on about the "hookers" (as she calls them) that daddy has in his car all the time. Then she asks my wife, quite loudly, "Why does daddy have hookers?", right in the middle of a packed target in a small town......:laugh:0
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well I was about 14 and my friends and I were chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys, they were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scaredAnd said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticketI put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it First class, yo this is bad,Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glassIs this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, Hmm this might be alright!I whistled for a cab and when it came near the Liscense plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homie smell you later"Looked at my kingdom I was finally thereTo settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.0
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My daughter was 4 at the time and she was at the store with my wife. As young kids do my duaghter brought up a strange and random topic, the hooks (for haning clothes) in daddy's car. So, in the middle of target she's going on about the "hookers" (as she calls them) that daddy has in his car all the time. Then she asks my wife, quite loudly, "Why does daddy have hookers?", right in the middle of a packed target in a small town......:laugh:
Kids say the most innocently embarising things.0 -
well I was about 14 and my friends and I were chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys, they were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scaredAnd said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticketI put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it First class, yo this is bad,Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glassIs this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, Hmm this might be alright!I whistled for a cab and when it came near the Liscense plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homie smell you later"Looked at my kingdom I was finally thereTo settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Lol think I have heard that story before.0 -
Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..0
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:blushing: taking a writing class and had to tell a story. This one was the one that wanted to come out.Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..0 -
:blushing: taking a writing class and had to tell a story. This one was the one that wanted to come out.Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..
Well you may have a future in writing, you had me hooked to the very last word. Great story :drinker:0 -
Thanks it was fun so I had to share?:bigsmile:
:blushing: taking a writing class and had to tell a story. This one was the one that wanted to come out.Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..
Well you may have a future in writing, you had me hooked to the very last word. Great story :drinker:
Tell me your story
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was it true?0
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This is how I met my husband in the pg version.was it true?0 -
When my nephew was young, he won a little goldfish at the local carnival. So delighted was he with his little goldfish, that he talked his parents into purchasing a bigger bowl, some brightly colored fish rocks and a castle or a shell or something befitting a wee fishie in a wee bowl.
Days passed and the fish swam in his/her bowl, passing the same castle, the same plant, the same rocks. Then one day they could not find the fish. Where could it be? The bowl was there, as was the castle, the rocks, the plant, the water...but the fish was mysteriously gone. Did space aliens come down and carry it away with them with the devious space alien plan of turning it into an intergalactic space dwelling fish lord? Did it sprout legs and walk off on a merry adventure? The family wondered for a while but in time the fish became a distant memory. Then lo and behold, one day when they moved the bookcase under the ledge upon which the bowl had once sat, they found the dehydrated carcass of the fish.
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I hope the young boy didn't find it. Poor fish.When my nephew was young, he won a little goldfish at the local carnival. So delighted was he with his little goldfish, that he talked his parents into purchasing a bigger bowl, some brightly colored fish rocks and a castle or a shell or something befitting a wee fishie in a wee bowl.
Days passed and the fish swam in his/her bowl, passing the same castle, the same plant, the same rocks. Then one day they could not find the fish. Where could it be? The bowl was there, as was the castle, the rocks, the plant, the water...but the fish was mysteriously gone. Did space aliens come down and carry it away with them with the devious space alien plan of turning it into an intergalactic space dwelling fish lord? Did it sprout legs and walk off on a merry adventure? The family wondered for a while but in time the fish became a distant memory. Then lo and behold, one day when they moved the bookcase under the ledge upon which the bowl had once sat, they found the dehydrated carcass of the fish.
The end.
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Thanks it was fun so I had to share?:bigsmile:
:blushing: taking a writing class and had to tell a story. This one was the one that wanted to come out.Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..
Well you may have a future in writing, you had me hooked to the very last word. Great story :drinker:
Tell me your story
My heart started beating rapidly as once again I heard the motorcycle pull in at the house across the street. I knew that he was there again and this time I had to get his attention. I very carefully went to my closet and got my best pair of short shorts and cropped top, and made my way out to the mailbox. There he was all hot and sexy in his leather jacket and sunglasses. Leaning up against that really cool bike. He didn't speak to me, but I knew he was watching, I could feel his eyes burning into me all the way back to my house. I was so disappointed that he didn't talk to me, all summer long I made the same trek out to the mailbox every time I heard that motorcycle. He never spoke to me, but the friend he was visiting did. The friend and I started dating, and I slowly got to know my new boyfriends motorcycle buddy. Come to find out, he was interested, very interested just too shy to speak up. When I broke up with my boyfriend, the motorcycle dude made his move. As they say the rest is history.
My kids and grandkids love to hear that story, it was 45 years ago, and how I met my husband when I was 15 and he was 16!0 -
Thanks it was fun so I had to share?:bigsmile:
:blushing: taking a writing class and had to tell a story. This one was the one that wanted to come out.Aaaawwweeesssooommmeee... Story... Thanks..
Well you may have a future in writing, you had me hooked to the very last word. Great story :drinker:
Tell me your story
My heart started beating rapidly as once again I heard the motorcycle pull in at the house across the street. I knew that he was there again and this time I had to get his attention. I very carefully went to my closet and got my best pair of short shorts and cropped top, and made my way out to the mailbox. There he was all hot and sexy in his leather jacket and sunglasses. Leaning up against that really cool bike. He didn't speak to me, but I knew he was watching, I could feel his eyes burning into me all the way back to my house. I was so disappointed that he didn't talk to me, all summer long I made the same trek out to the mailbox every time I heard that motorcycle. He never spoke to me, but the friend he was visiting did. The friend and I started dating, and I slowly got to know my new boyfriends motorcycle buddy. Come to find out, he was interested, very interested just too shy to speak up. When I broke up with my boyfriend, the motorcycle dude made his move. As they say the rest is history.
My kids and grandkids love to hear that story, it was 45 years ago, and how I met my husband when I was 15 and he was 16!
I love to hear the how we met stories. They are always exciting and full of anticipation even though you know they end up together.
Thank you for sharing yours.:flowerforyou:0
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