Old 12-07-2016, 09:59 PM   #1301
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A man's shed has such a sexy feel about it, especially with the proper organization, a good range of tools and work tables. It is made all the better if there is something being repaired like an old car or a motorcycle.

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A lovely well-written story with a nice, unexpected ending.

I'll take books.
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Only a woman would find a workshop sexy.
It's a good insight into the female psyche to have, though.



And he threw it in the garbage can because he just rendered it useless by dropping it on a concrete surface.
Sorry, Silk. No biker would ever do that. You should fix this before you publish this emotionally charged story. I love it.



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And you have a unique way to share this message with us.


'Books' is all yours, Gary?
For a woman who loves men, anything related to a man and his life can be rendered sexy for a receptive female.

I rode a bike for a few years (Ducati), helmets can be dropped from a certain height without damage I wasn't suggesting drop, boing, boing.

Well thanks for the spoiler Angel, you really ruined my story.
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For a woman who loves men, anything related to a man and his life can be rendered sexy for a receptive female.

I rode a bike for a few years (Ducati), helmets can be dropped from a certain height without damage I wasn't suggesting drop, boing, boing.

Well thanks for the spoiler Angel, you really ruined my story.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil it. Really.
It's a beautiful story and I said so.
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The Meeting (Ver. 1)

I'm going to post this twice, because at one point in the story I hit a fork in my mind and couldn't decide which way I liked better, so I just wrote it both ways.



Steve and Sharon had met in an "adults only" on-line chatroom.

They were in their 30s and lived five hours apart by plane.

They started off talking about life and work. How they were each caught in a marriage where their sex drive was higher than their spouse's. How they each viewed where they were in their careers as dead-end jobs. Their conversations turned to music and TV shows they liked. They felt a connection and friendship with each other. Two days later, they had cybersex and each claimed to climax during it.

Over the next six months their friendship grew closer and their hot cybersex graduated to phone sex. They knew how to get each other off hard. They never talked about why their passion online and the phone was so intense, simply assuming their closeness as friends fed their passion.

Steve loved the fantasy escape it provided, being able to use his imagination to fuck her in whatever positions they wanted. Sharon simply loved the pure sexual passion in their conversations and having someone lust after her like Steve did. The one thing they had in common was they loved the mutual exchanges - having their conversations be whatever was needed to get the other off without worrying about who was in charge.

One day, Sharon needed to take a business trip to a town 15 minutes from Steve.

The day after she arrived, she had some free time and they met for lunch at a little cafe. Steve arrived wearing a light blue short-sleeve polo, tan khakis, and loafers. Sharon was dressed business casual in a salmon-colored blouse, a blue skirt, black stockings, and shoes with medium-height heels. For the meeting she unbuttoned an extra two buttons on the blouse to show off her cleavage for Steve.

They greeted each other with a big hug and when Sharon moved to kiss Steve on the mouth he turned his head and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "I thought you'd greet me more passionately than that."

"I'm just trying to take things nice and slow," Steve replied.

Steve stood 5-foot-8 with brown eyes, short brown hair and a 40-inch waistline. Sharon was 5-foot-4 with blue eyes, shoulder-length black hair, 38C breasts and a little extra weight in the hips, thighs and ass that she carried well.

They each ordered a salad and had a friendly conversation, laughing with each other.

She kicked off a shoe and started rubbing her foot against Steve's crotch.

"I know you love it when I do this," she grinned. "I can't wait to feel it inside me."

"You'll have to wait," Steve said with a grin and reached a hand down to give her foot a quick massage before removing it from his crotch.

After lunch, as they were leaving the cafe, Sharon wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, licked his ear, and said, "Let's hurry back to my hotel room."

"Not yet," Steve said. "There's this great bookstore right here, let's go in and explore."

"Books?" Sharon said with a heavy tone of disappointment in her voice. "Books can wait, I want you."

"No," Steve said. "Books first."

While Steve went to the non-fiction section, in search of a Stephen King book he wanted to buy, Sharon went off to another part of the store.

While he was scanning the shelves she snuck up behind him and said "How about we buy this and see how many pages we can get through?" showing him the Karma Sutra.

"No," Steve said.

"Party pooper, I'll have to find something else."

A few minutes later she returned with 'The Joy of Sex'.

"Nope," Steve grinned.

"I thought you wanted to get together and fuck me," Sharon said. "What's wrong, am I too fat?"

"Nothing's wrong," Steve said. "You're not fat. My wife is fatter than you and I would fuck her every day and night if she'd let me. You look great."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"Can I tell you out at the car? I don't want to create a scene here."

"Okay"

They walked out without buying any books and got into Steve's Honda Accord.

"What is it?" Sharon asked.

"It's two things," Steve said. "One is I won't cheat on my wife in real life. You knew that from our conversations. Two is, I'm afraid. Afraid that if I have performance issues, or something else happens it will ruin the fantasy. For me the fantasy is perfect and I don't want to risk ruining that something special we have."

"I'm sorry I view it differently," she said. "We're two sexually deprived people who know how to turn each other on and how to get each other off. Doing it in real life will be better than any fantasy or role play we can make up."

"And what if it's not?"
"Then we'll move on. Right now the only thing I need to know is if your tongue and cock are as talented in real life as they are in our talks"

"You're not going to find out. I don't want anything ruining the fantasy."

"What if we do it and it's better, won't that enhance the fantasy?" Sharon suggested.

"It will, but I don't want to cheat in real life and I don't know if I'll be able to perform as well in real life as I do in our role plays."

"If we're not going to fuck, can we at least watch and hear each other cum by masturbating for each other?"

"No," Steve said. "That adds a visual aspect and remember, I'm all about the imagination and fantasy. Adding the visual will spoil the fantasy."

"It's like I said earlier, I'm fat and you don't want me," Sharon said.

"No it's not," Steve insisted. "You are without a doubt the hottest woman that has ever propositioned me. If I was the cheating kind just interested in sex we'd already be back in your hotel room with my head between your thighs. But that's not me. You should know that by now."

"I do know you're not the cheating kind, but after all of our conversations, I'm in lust with you, I want to fuck your brains out," Sharon said.

"Our friendship and closeness is what makes our cyber and phone sessions so intense, how well we know each other. You're a special woman, but I don't want to risk ruining our fantasy fuck buddy relationship if our one-day stand in real life doesn't live up to expectations. I also don't want to cheat in real life on my wife."

"Listen up Steve, I truly care about you and love what we have, but if you don't get rid of this fantasy world and see what you have here in the real world - a woman who is hot for you and wants you no matter how good or bad the performance is - then it's over between us."

With that she got out of the car and started walking towards hers. Steve got out and chased after her.

"You're saying if we don't fuck in real life that our friends with cyber and phone benefits relationship is over?"

"Yes. The choice is yours."

"If that's the way it has to be, then goodbye," Steve said as he gave Sharon a peck on the cheek and walked away.

"Wait! Don't go!" Sharon called after him, but it was too late. He just kept walking, got in his car and drove away.

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The Meeting (Ver. 2)

I'm going to post this twice, because at one point in the story I hit a fork in my mind and couldn't decide which way I liked better, so I just wrote it both ways.


Steve and Sharon had met in an "adults only" on-line chatroom.

They were in their 30s and lived five hours apart by plane.

They started off talking about life and work. How they were each caught in a marriage where their sex drive was higher than their spouse's. How they each viewed where they were in their careers as dead-end jobs. Their conversations turned to music and TV shows they liked. They felt a connection and friendship with each other. Two days later, they had cybersex and each claimed to climax during it.

Over the next six months their friendship grew closer and their hot cybersex graduated to phone sex. They knew how to get each other off hard. They never talked about why their passion online and the phone was so intense, simply assuming their closeness as friends fed their passion.

Steve loved the fantasy escape it provided, being able to use his imagination to fuck her in whatever positions they wanted. Sharon simply loved the pure sexual passion in their conversations and having someone lust after her like Steve did. The one thing they had in common was they loved the mutual exchanges - having their conversations be whatever was needed to get the other off without worrying about who was in charge.

One day, Sharon needed to take a business trip to a town 15 minutes from Steve.

The day after she arrived, she had some free time and they met for lunch at a little cafe. Steve arrived wearing a light blue short-sleeve polo, tan khakis, and loafers. Sharon was dressed business casual in a salmon-colored blouse, a blue skirt, black stockings, and shoes with medium-height heels. For the meeting she unbuttoned an extra two buttons on the blouse to show off her cleavage for Steve.

They greeted each other with a big hug and when Sharon moved to kiss Steve on the mouth he turned his head and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "I thought you'd greet me more passionately than that."

"I'm just trying to take things nice and slow," Steve replied.

Steve stood 5-foot-8 with brown eyes, short brown hair and a 40-inch waistline. Sharon was 5-foot-4 with blue eyes, shoulder-length black hair, 38C breasts and a little extra weight in the hips, thighs and ass that she carried well.

They each ordered a salad and had a friendly conversation, laughing with each other.

She kicked off a shoe and started rubbing her foot against Steve's crotch.

"I know you love it when I do this," she grinned. "I can't wait to feel it inside me."

"You'll have to wait," Steve said with a grin and reached a hand down to give her foot a quick massage before removing it from his crotch.

After lunch, as they were leaving the cafe, Sharon wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, licked his ear, and said, "Let's hurry back to my hotel room."

"Not yet," Steve said. "There's this great bookstore right here, let's go in and explore."

"Books?" Sharon said with a heavy tone of disappointment in her voice. "Books can wait, I want you."

"No," Steve said. "Books first."

While Steve went to the non-fiction section, in search of a Stephen King book he wanted to buy, Sharon went off to another part of the store.

While he was scanning the shelves she snuck up behind him and said "How about we buy this and see how many pages we can get through?" showing him the Karma Sutra.

"No," Steve said.

"Party pooper, I'll have to find something else."

A few minutes later she returned with 'The Joy of Sex'.

"Nope," Steve grinned.

"I thought you wanted to get together and fuck me," Sharon said. "What's wrong, am I too fat?"

"Nothing's wrong," Steve said. "You're not fat. My wife is fatter than you and I would fuck her every day and night if she'd let me. You look great."

"Then what is it?" she asked.

"Can I tell you out at the car? I don't want to create a scene here."

"Okay"

They walked out without buying any books and got into Steve's Honda Accord.

"What is it?" Sharon asked.

"It's two things," Steve said. "One is I won't cheat on my wife in real life. You knew that from our conversations. Two is, I'm afraid. Afraid that if I have performance issues, or something else happens it will ruin the fantasy. For me the fantasy is perfect and I don't want to risk ruining that something special we have."

"I'm sorry I view it differently," she said. "We're two sexually deprived people who know how to turn each other on and how to get each other off. Doing it in real life will be better than any fantasy or role play we can make up."

"And what if it's not?"
"Then we'll move on. Right now the only thing I need to know is if your tongue and cock are as talented in real life as they are in our talks"

"You're not going to find out. I don't want anything ruining the fantasy."

"What if we do it and it's better, won't that enhance the fantasy?" Sharon suggested.

"It will, but I don't want to cheat in real life and I don't know if I'll be able to perform as well in real life as I do in our role plays."

"If we're not going to fuck, can we at least watch and hear each other cum by masturbating for each other?"

"We already listen to each other cum, I guess there's no harm in watching as long as you're not disappointed if my dick is smaller than you imagined."

"It ain't the size, it's how you use it and the way you describe using it on me is fantastic. So let's get over to my hotel quickly and get started."

Sharon got out of Steve's car and quickly ran over to hers. Steve followed in his car and soon they were naked in the hotel room.

They were sitting together on the bed. Sharon was stroking Steve's cock softly while Steve gently fingered her pussy.

"I thought you said we'd watch eachother," Sharon laughed.

"We will, but it can't hurt to do this as our foreplay," Steve laughed back.

They continued to stroke and finger each other for several minutes.

"Your cock feels so good, so nice and hard," Sharon moaned. "I want it inside me."

"You feel just as wet as I imagined," Steve said before removing his fingers and licking them. "And you taste just as sweet."

Steve stood up and moved off the bed to the sofa.

He sat down and started stroking himself.

"I'm imagining this inside you," he groaned as he stroked slowly. "Your legs are on my shoulders and I'm slowly thrusting."

"That feels so good," she moaned back as she fingered her pussy with one hand and rubbed her breasts with the other. "I love how you feel, but I need it faster, harder."

"Always happy to oblige," Steve said as he started stroking himself harder and faster. "I've pushed your legs back and I'm really leaning into you thrusting hard and fast."

"God I need a good fucking!" Sharon shouted as she fingered herself harder and faster.

"I'm pulling out of you, roll over!" Steve shouted. "I need to fuck you from behind holding onto those beautiful hips and looking at that great backside."

Sharon rolled over onto all fours, looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"You better give it to me good and hard," she said.

"I will," Steve said as he started stroking his cock rapidly while watching Sharon reach between her legs to finger herself.

"My hands are on your hips and I'm pumping into you hard and fast," Steve groaned.

"God your cock feels so good!" she said.

"I'm reaching forward and grabbing those perfect tits, rolling the nipples in my fingers," Steve said as he continued to stroke himself.

"Sorry but I need to see you, look in your eyes," Sharon said as she rolled back over onto her back.

"You look so hot," Steve said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I love riding you."

Sharon just looked at Steve and moaned loudly.

"I'm cumming all over your cock baby, shoot for me," she said as her body shook in orgasm.

"Almost there," Steve said as he got up and ran over to her stroking rapidly.

"Yeah baby, let me see it, let me taste it," she moaned.

"God yes!" Steve said as he came, aiming his cum to shoot all over Sharon's breasts and face. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and he aimed the last two shots into her mouth.

"This was wonderful," Sharon panted. "Even better than phone and online because I got to see and taste you cum."

"It was great," Steve said breathing hard. "You're sexier naked than I imagined and I loved watching your orgasm."

"Does this mean we can video Skype next time?" Sharon asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Nope," Steve said. "We'll use this experience to feed our cyber and phone interactions. Remember, I'm all about the mind, the imagining, the fantasy. This just enhanced it for better images. If we Skype, we're watching each other again, the imagination aspect is gone."

"Okay," Sharon said dejected.

"We better get dressed," Steve said. "You've got that business meeting in 20 minutes and I have an appointment to get to."

In saying 'good-bye', they gave each other a hug and peck on the cheek.

Word: LP (as in music album)

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"Nope," Steve said. "We'll use this experience to feed our cyber and phone interactions. Remember, I'm all about the mind, the imagining, the fantasy. This just enhanced it for better images. If we Skype, we're watching each other again, the imagination aspect is gone."


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I know I don't belong when, repeatedly, my best intentioned comments cause distress and pain.
It's back to the lonely writer's life for me.
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Made a tiny tweak in the first version to eliminate an inconsistency I didn't think about when I was writing quickly last night, but noticed this morning.

I actually wrote the version where they watch each other first and was going to finish it off when I got back from doing my Uber driving. But while I was driving I began thinking that it might be out of character for Steve to agree to the mutual show, so I need to write it without that part.
After getting home at close to midnight, I finished off the first version and then picked the point where things would turn and they'd part ways and wrote from there.
I liked both versions and couldn't decide which was better.
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I grew up thinking my story was unique. You see, I was raised by my grand-parents, a gently couple of free spirits from the sixties.
My father’s name doesn’t even appear on my birth certificate and my mother abandoned me in their care as a baby to go live in a commune somewhere in the back country.
I suffered through the expected jeers and insults as a child, but they never bothered me as I grew up in such a loving environment that I always figured they were only jealous that my parents weren’t too busy with work or their social life to eat supper as a family, enquiring on my day at school or spend evenings playing cards and games.
They encouraged me to participate in activities with other children, then teens, so I wasn’t a recluse by any means, though there was a certain reserve in my interactions with my peers.
You see, I recognized early on that I had a definite attraction for other girls instead of boys. Open-minded, my grand-parents accepted this and helped me through the pitfalls which could have meant a miserable life for me in our small town where everybody knew everyone else’s business.
I had to content myself with the usual light experimentation between friends at sleep-overs and the occasional heavy petting under the cover drunkenness by some of the sluttiest girls. In a few cases, I’m sure they were closet lesbians who used the excuse to let their hair down, so to speak, but I knew it would never go further.
So I went dancing and partied like the other young people, but I stayed away from the raunchiest crowd while at home.
We spent every summer at my grand-parents’ cottage. It was situated in a bay at the furthest end of a huge lake where boaters only rarely bothered us. The neighbors were longtime friends of theirs and life was mellow in many ways.
Nudity wasn’t uncommon, though the elderly tended to cover the ravages of time to a small extent, at least. Their children were freer and for the kids my age, clothing was the exception as soon as weather permitted.
Of course, we experimented sexually, but safe sex and tolerance were the operative words. We also knew that what happened at the lake, stayed at the lake and that we were all only friends with benefits. Some couples endured from year to year, while most of us were content with friendship.
All the adults knew of this and made sure things didn’t get out of hand emotionally, offering their support when needed, whether to their own children or to the others.
It was truly an great example of the adage ‘it takes a village to raise a child’. For that, I will always be grateful to our small community.

I could have gone to a better College, then a prestigious University. My grand-parents could have afforded it, but I elected to stay near my home so I could care for my aging grand-parents. It wasn’t as if I was going for a technical or scientific degree which would have required it. I was studying Literature and, with the growth of the internet, what books or documents weren’t available locally could easily be ordered or consulted online.
Many of my friends got summer jobs at the local mill or worked part-time for the various businesses around town. In my case, I sort of drifted in the used book and music store where granny bought her impressive collection of French classic literature and poetry and grandad bought old style vinyls and spent many afternoons talking with fellow aficionados around cups of coffee in the small café area.
The evenings I spent with granny at her book club were very formative and influenced my choice of career, but it was all the time spent at the store with grandad that made me discover my love for people. At first, I spent most of my time listening to him talk music trash with his friends, then I would walk the aisles, dreaming of faraway places or adventures. I suppose it was only natural that I would begin to help around the place, sweeping the floors, stacking the shelves as boxes of old books were dropped by people who wanted to get rid of them. Eventually, I became the person customers turned to when searching for books or for a reference on something or other since I knew the stock so well.
One Friday afternoon, when I was fifteen, Mrs. Bernier gave me an envelope with money before I left for home.
“With all the work you do around here, I might as well pay you.” She grinned.
“But I don’t work for you. I do it for fun.” I protested.
“Would you want to, dear?” She asked. “You’re too young for me to hire you legally, that’s why I gave you cash, but your ‘volunteer’ help showed me that I can really use someone. We’ll have to make a schedule instead of you working when you come by with your grand-father after school. Are you okay with this?”

In the following years, I spent most of my free time at the store. Mrs. Bernier coordinated with my grand-parents to make sure I didn’t skimp of my studies and homework. Not that I would have anyway. They had instilled a solid work ethic in my young mind and taught me how to manage my time effectively.
Without being miserly, I was thrifty, so I could afford a used car by the time I enrolled in College and split the expenses with friends who were only too happy to share a ride instead of using what little public transportation there was or renting a room near the school.
It cut down on my hours during the week, but I made them up over the week-end. I did most of my schoolwork at the College so I had more free time at home and much of that was reading anyway so I could do it during the quiet times at work or before going to bed at home.
Granny’s collection, which I had already read, and the discussions I had with her made College a snap and University much easier than I had expected.

By the time I graduated, it was a no brainer for me to become a full-time employee, the de facto manager in fact, of the store. Mrs. Bernier appreciated the extra free time which she could spend with her husband and it allowed me to stay around to help my aging grand-parents.
Also, through a professor at Université du Québec à Chicoutimi, I got a job with an editor to proof-read books which I could do from home.
All in all, the only downside to my life was that I was single lesbian. My sexual orientation was accepted for the most part by everyone who knew of it, but there weren’t many others not hidden deep in the closet, so I was limited to the occasional trip to the city for an evening at the only gay bar in the region and an active fantasy life with the help of my faithful dildo and Hitashi.
For all of that, I enjoyed my life even when my grand-father’s health took a turn for the worse. I helped my grand-mother as much as possible, but we were very lucky that a palliative care center had opened nearby and the nurses were available for home care services.
If his last year was painful, he went through it with serenity, supported by the love of his family and friends. As I had dreaded and half-expected, my grand-mother died in her sleep three months after him.
As pillars of the community, their passing brought everyone around and I had a lot of help and support in my hour of grief. That we celebrated their lives rather than their death helped a lot. Still, the next months were a blur for the most part. On the surface, I was the same friendly person at work and around town, but I spent many evenings teary eyed staring at granny’s book collection or going through grandad’s LPs.
After giving away their clothes and their bedroom furniture, I turned their bedroom in an office, giving myself more space in my own bedroom. It never entered my mind to move to theirs.
I kept my grip on sanity by throwing myself into my work, taking more books from the editor and working long hours at the store.

Life in a small town has a rhythm of its own and I was a part of that healthy organism so I eventually got over their death and went on with the business of living.


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