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I’m going to tell you a story.  You have to promise to keep your mouth shut.  If not, I could get into a lot of trouble.  I shouldn’t tell you anything.  But I have to tell someone.  I have to relieve myself of it.  I’m ready to explode inside.

 

Here it is.  But please don’t say anything. 

 

Tonight, I’m going to make love to a woman I barely know.  That’s not exactly true.  I do know her.  I’ve known her for three weeks.  But there are still things I don’t know about her.  And there are things she still has to learn about me.  But none of that matters.  We’ll have time to learn more about one another.  What we know now is more than enough.

 

See we met in a grocery store.  It was accidental.  I watched her a little too long.  And she caught me.  Embarrassed, I turned my shopping cart around went down another aisle.  I felt like a fool and was relieved that I could hide.

 

Less than a minute later a woman’s voice came from behind me and asked, “Why did you run?”  The voice was calm but stern and intriguing all at once.  It made me turn around.  It was her.  The woman I had sexually molested with my eyes was a few feet away from me.

 

She was more beautiful than any woman I’d ever seen.  She was maybe fifty.  She had medium length dark blonde hair.  Her face was gorgeous.  She was curvaceous, like the movie stars of old.  Her legs were incredible.  Even her ankles coming out of the black heels she wore were sexy.  And that black dress fit her perfectly.  She turned lots of heads.  But here she was with me.

 

I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say.  She watched me drown in my silence.  I don’t know if I stood blanked-faced for a few seconds or minutes.  But, finally, I opened my mouth to explain.  What I was going to do was lie to her.

 

Immediately she asked me to meet her down the road behind the old Vallan’s restaurant.  The building had been vacant for months.  I went to say something.  She cut me off and told me not to talk.  Just meet her if I was truly interested in her.  With that, she walked away.

 

I stood in the aisle unsure of what to do.  Head spinning, heart pounding, getting hot down below, I left my cart of groceries in the aisle and went outside.  She was nowhere in sight.  I got into my car and drove to the restaurant.  It was a couple of miles away.  I ran a few red lights on the way.

 

No cars were in the parking lot.  Not in the front.  I drove around back.  A big black BMW was parked there.  Its window came down.  That beautiful, unforgettable face stared right at me.

 

We did not waste any time.  We got out of our cars and started talking.  The conversation leaped from introducing ourselves to what we liked in people to our sexual preferences.

 

It was all too crazy, too unexpected, too unreal, too fast, too intoxicating, too much to take in.  It was almost like we didn’t breathe.  We just kept talking and talking.  Our arousal levels were pushing us down paths we were incapable of coming back from.  We were in an abyss.  We were gone.

 

We both liked the chase.  We liked unusual sexual experiences.  Neither of our spouses was into these things.  Before we left, we set up times to meet one another.

 

I wanted to kiss her goodbye.  Or…I just wanted to kiss her.  I wanted to taste those red lips, push my body against those breasts, feel the heat between her legs…I wanted her.  And she wanted me.  But we agreed not to ruin it.  We needed to let our emotions build until they were uncontrollable.  If we held out, the anticipation would be more than worth it.

 

We have been meeting and planning for this night for three weeks.  Now it’s here.  Our feelings for one another are immeasurable.  I can’t wait.  And she is having an equally difficult time waiting for the moment to arrive too.  The three weeks of foreplay promises to make it a night we’ll never forget.  We think we’re in love.  Three weeks have changed our lives.

 

In three hours I’m going to break into her home.  I’m going tie her up and gag her and have my way with her for several hours.  I’m going to hurt her.  And she doesn’t expect anything less.  Her husband will arrive home a little after we’re finished.  Then I’m to kill him.

 

I know it sounds awful.  But that’s the only way she and I can permanently be together.  If she divorced him he would never let her go.  I’ve never considered killing anyone.  But I’ve never been in love like this.  It hurts just to think about her.

 

Remember you promised.  Keep your mouth shut.  Wish me luck.  Happy New Year.

 

That’s a short love story for you to start off the New Year.

 

Hi Everyone,

 

It’s back to the grindstone for most of us.  The holidays are almost over.  That means no more wasting time at work while we’re pretending to work.  No more sneaking out of work early.  No more calling in sick only to have people spot you at the mall.  That behavior must stop.  And, now!  Life’s isn’t a joke.  It’s serious with serious problems.  And that’s where I come in.

 

In 2019 I’m going to try to lighten up some of those serious hours and days.  I’m going to take you away from one reality into another.  In other words, I’m going to lie to you.  Why?  You’re part of my goals for 2019.        

Like you, I have many things I want to accomplish this year. 

 

Each year I have a list of projects I want to complete.  Some of them are quite taxing and hard.  And when I’m not working on my day job or working on my list of projects, I like to be entertained.  I read books and short stories – fiction and nonfiction.  I watch movies – drama, thrillers, suspense, mystery and horror.  And occasionally, I’ll watch a love story.  I like getting into the written pages or the movies and being sucked in and transported into the story.    

 

I like when people can entertain others.  It makes our day a bit more enjoyable.  It gives us an escape from everyday life.  That’s not to say we don’t enjoy our lives.  If you’re like me, I also enjoy reading novels and stories about other people’s lives as well.  And when I can’t find the story or movie that I like, I write it.

 

My writing takes me to other places too.  It entertains me.

  

One of my projects this year is to give you a story every month.  It may be a single story that I post in one blog.  Or it could be a 2 to 4-part story.  I want to introduce you to my writing.  I hope it entertains you.  I want to add something else good to your day.  Sometimes it will be drama.  Sometimes it will be horror. 

 

If you like what I’m putting out, let me know.  I’d love your feedback.

 

I look forward to connecting with you in the New Year.  Drop me a line sometime.  Let me know how your year is going.  Until later, Happy New Year!

 

Thanks,

Stephen Wallace