Helen All Alone

I would expect her to be married, and maybe have children...and happy. I would have thought she had outgrown her friends from the past, and made new friends...maybe even dabbled in light swinging.
yes very. but the fantasies were probably sexier than the reality
I would expect her to be married, and maybe have children...and happy. I would have thought she had outgrown her friends from the past, and made new friends...maybe even dabbled in light swinging.
 
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I would expect her to be married, and maybe have children...and happy. I would have thought she had outgrown her friends from the past, and made new friends...maybe even dabbled in light swinging.
She has been married to the same guy for 40 years or so and has one daughter. I don't know if she was entirely loyal to him in the early stages of their marriage. She has told me that her way of flirting was to wear tight dresses that show off her slim figure and firm breasts -- and to encourage me to touch her
 
Yes I can see that, probably wanted to have a man's hands touching her inappropriately, feeling her, something she could pass off as accidental, all the while enjoying it. I'd imagine she would often put herself in the position where it was difficult not to feel her breasts, such as leaning over or squeezing past, brushing against, all the while saying "I'm sorry, excuse me," but hesitating long enough so that you could take the time to feel her.
 
Helen is probably sitting at her kitchen table logged into Lit. There's a cup of cold coffee beside her and her cat is complaining because it hasn't been fed but Helen is not really there, she's trying to remember what it was like to be twenty-two and deliciously sore inside, remembering what just one of those hundred men did to her just that one time.
 
I also suppose she is and it is interesting to me that you said just what I was thinking. She is still married -- to an 82 year old retired banker. Helen and I still exchange e-mails every couple of years. Wondering if now is the time for another one
 
Helen is probably sitting at her kitchen table logged into Lit. There's a cup of cold coffee beside her and her cat is complaining because it hasn't been fed but Helen is not really there, she's trying to remember what it was like to be twenty-two and deliciously sore inside, remembering what just one of those hundred men did to her just that one time.
and also thinking of the one she couldn't reel in...
 
I'll bet there was one she couldn't quite reel in to her whims and it drove her crazy
I'll bet you are correct. You seem very wise -- I never knew much about the other men in her life. Back in my 20s, I was too scared to ask
 
I'll bet you are correct. You seem very wise -- I never knew much about the other men in her life. Back in my 20s, I was too scared to ask
I don't know about wise, but common sense says there had to be someone immune to her charms
 
I wonder how many guys she had doing all kinds of things with the hope of getting between her legs
 
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