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It was something else.  

wickedeasy 74F
11076 posts
3/28/2017 2:41 pm
It was something else.



One day when I was young, I was sitting by the Charles River contemplating whether I would leave my current useless lover, smoking a cigarette. It was hot but not that hot. I had on this gypsy skirt I had pulled up to uncover my knees, leaning back on my elbows, hair a mass of humidity driven curls. Me, cigarettes, a key on a chain thingy around my neck. Kind of a mess.

A guy in a suit sits down next to me, reaches over, curls a piece of my hair around a finger. I know, right? I look at him like hello, back up dude, and he leans in, kisses me. This is when I should have left. Instead, I find myself staring at polished black shoes, thinking what is going to happen next, don’t say anything, drag on the cigarette, grind it out in the grass.

He stands, offers a hand up which I accept. We walk companionably together along the river. The sky begins to darken, I feel the first rain drop hit my skin as we start across the bridge near the stadium. Within seconds, it is a downpour. In the middle of the bridge, he pushes me back against the stone, his mouth on my neck, his hands lifting me off the ground.

I feel his teeth on my shoulder. Grabbing my hand, he drops me, we turn, run for shelter, feet splashing through puddles. The air is dense, thunder rolling now in long cascades. Under the abutment of the bridge, I breathe in and out, trying to find some words, finding only need as he takes me, as I come with one leg wrapped around his waist, the other seeking purchase on stones slippery with lichen, dripping with rain, my skirt pushed up around my waist, draping everything. Savagely demure.

The sound of his climax seconds after mine was all I had of his voice. The gentling of his touch as he helped me up the incline…the softness of his hand on my cheek as he walked away. I burst out laughing as I ran back across the bridge down the street where I fell into a bar I knew well. Poor drowned rat was given a bourbon and a towel before being sent off home. I strutted, I owned the world.

You can say what you will about it. I might have been killed. Dude got lucky. But for me, at that exact moment in my life? It was something else.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


greekphilosopher 61M
4077 posts
3/28/2017 3:02 pm

In todays PC world, that would of had lawyers involved, compensation, and maybe the book, years after. Those days were different. Plus, you walked together, run together, companionably. And you must of smilled!
The momment in life? Frying pan on the back of the head, penny dropping, the revelation, were some of the words I was gonna use. But I am not. i think it was
The turning.


wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:38 pm:
the turning. smiles

sweet_VM 65F
81699 posts
3/28/2017 4:45 pm

Very good wicked. Sometime you just have to take an adventure. Hugs V

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wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:39 pm:
I was untouchable. yanno?

KItkat1415 61F  
20051 posts
3/28/2017 6:21 pm

That delicious moment that ended well but for at the time could have ended any which way and you were the goddess of sex at that moment...
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wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:40 pm:
I do believe I felt invincible in some way.

tickles4us 62M
7262 posts
3/28/2017 11:50 pm

The interest, intrigue, excitement, the thrill, risk, the adrenaline rush and the release. What more could you ask for in a days adventure?

So did you stay or go?

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wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:41 pm:
I went

goodatpoetry2 74M
16552 posts
3/29/2017 1:37 am

That was so hot... and I rarely say that and mean it.

I'd love to have an experience like that, but as the man, it would be risky. . Legally.

It's a classic Erica Jong "zipperless fuck" scenario. . So sexy!


wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:42 pm:
the rain purified it....winks

HamburgDave2 80M
16526 posts
3/29/2017 5:58 am

A different place, a different time! A very Hot Story! Thanks WE

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cryptilicious 62F
79 posts
3/29/2017 6:53 am

Something else indeed. Hiya.


wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:44 pm:
hey - wait a minute........is that you?

pocogato12 71F  
37235 posts
3/29/2017 7:58 am

I can picture the rain falling on the banks of the Charles and the outfit you have on- exquisitely written!! What an experience to cherish

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wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:45 pm:
thank you poco. I did cherish it. and it sent my life off in another direction.

christylovesfun 51F  
16880 posts
3/29/2017 9:10 pm

That is so very hot!

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:45 pm:
I think spring is making me dizzy

ranchomongo 70M

3/31/2017 8:07 am

dang, that s ballesy..

and hot..


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wickedeasy replies on 3/31/2017 2:46 pm:
ballsy..........cool.

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