I recently ran across a copy of this story I once wrote, and thought, what the heck! I'll post it to AMD! I was going to submit it as a short story to the site, but I'm not comfortable with the part where they say "all stories submitted become the property of AMD" and I want to retain ownership and the possibility of writing more, rather than give up the rights to this and any follow ups I might write. Having said that, without further ado, here is what was my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, almost eight years ago!
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When you least expect it
A Short Story
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I knew I didn't want to take that turn, but I was late getting home and I needed to cut a few minutes off my time on the road. Life always has surprises in store, especially when you least expect it...
Papers had piled up on my desk, and before I realized it, the digital clock on the wall read 7:32 PM. The day had started with a beautiful sunrise, and as I prepared for work, I noticed the note on my dresser. He hadn't "meant to hurt me," he said, but our relationship wasn't "going where he wanted it to go." I remembered the bitter tears staining my pillow when I had re-read it the night before. I wondered at the time what was wrong with me, that I couldn't keep a man in my life. I was a good woman. I loved with a passion and depth that most men couldn't handle. Maybe that was it.
I had gone out to my car, stepping lightly, excited at the prospect of spending my first night in his house, with him, and found the note on my windshield.
"My dear." it began. "I can't tell you how much these past few months have meant to me, but..." At that moment, I knew this couldn't be good. I hurriedly opened my car door, fell heavily into the driver's seat, and continued to read. As the tears welled up in my eyes, I read the note that crushed my spirit, my soul, and my heart.
"I love you," he wrote, "But while I love you, I find that I am not in love with you." My heart stopped. I knew at that moment that I was going to be alone again.
As I dressed for work the next morning, I really wanted to feel feminine, and that meant that I had to leave my normal suits in the closet. I just needed to feel like a woman that day, because the night before had left me numb, bereft of anything except a crushing sense of loneliness. "Well," I decided, "I might as well go all the way, no man will ever get to see under this skirt, so I should get some enjoyment out of it myself" I thought. I replaced the normal utilitarian slip in the drawer, and took out the black garter belt and thigh-highs I had bought as a surprise for my date the previous evening. The evening for which he hadn't shown up. The evening where I had intended to give myself to him completely. The evening that now would never be. I selected a shorter-than-normal, tailored skirt/suit from the closet. It was bright red, and while I normally wore more conservative grey or navy blue to work, I had worn this one once before. I remember the looks I had gotten that day, and felt a tinge of pleasure at the knowledge that I could still draw male attention in my mid-forties. I knew hadn't lost it, and I felt like showing it off today. As long as I could draw attention, I must still be desirable. Thinking that way would surely make me feel better. I needed to feel better. If no man would draw pleasure out of it, I absolutely would!
I arrived in the parking lot at the usual time, just as the security guard drove by in his little golf cart. He slowed down to look me over as I exited my car. That was the beginning of what I hoped would be an uplifting day. I made it to my office with a bounce in my step that I really didn't feel. As I opened the door, I found that my secretary had already taken the previous evening's papers, and left another stack of work for me to attend to. He also had already started coffee. I smiled inside at the thought that I had the only male secretary in the entire company. "It's fitting," I thought, "Here I am, the only female executive here, and I have the only male secretary." As I sipped my first cup, the feeling of amusement inside me abruptly died. I thought to myself, "Damn, he'll make a good wife for someone." Wife. Something I won't ever be. Something I want to be but can't, because of my work. "Damn this job." I said aloud to an empty office.
To be continued...
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