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Click hereThe phone rings. I rush downstairs to answer. "Hello?" I say, though I know in my heart what soul must be at the other end of the line.
"I want you," Elaine says.
"I'll be right over," I assure her. "What are we going to do?"
"Whatever I want."
"Ok," I start to reply, but the click in my earpiece indicates my neighbor is already waiting.
I turn. My eyes land upon the dozen red roses that always grace my kitchen table. Stooping, I close my eyes and inhale, then smile. The flowers are pleasant enough, but I'll soon be smelling something much sweeter. With that thought, I hurry upstairs to dress. Though I'm unsure what Elaine wants, I am sure whatever it is, I want it too.
THE END
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Sweeter Than Roses
Copyright 2004 by Penelope Street
Posted with permission at Literotica.com
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Special thanks to Selena, Jessica, and Rob for their editing assistance.
This is a work of fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the events depicted ever occurred. All of the persons portrayed are fictional characters. Their views, opinions, and experiences are invented as well and are not meant to promote anyone's personal beliefs or agenda.
- COMMENTS
The comforting thought - they've all been burning in hell for the last 40+ years! Is that really worth 20 seconds of extramarital fornication and divorce?
If you are looking for a definition for "erotic" then this is it.
It had me dripping.
Thanks for the excellent story. Having choice removed, as Elaine effectively does, allows one to experience and explore with less fear. Nicely done.