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Being the responsible woman that I am, I woke up early today and went to work to finish up the necessary assignments for the week. On the way there, I called my lover to inform him that I would not be able to answer the expected 7:30 a.m. phone call, but that I would wrap up at work around 8:15 and call him on my way to see him.

This particular day, a range of emotions filled me because I knew that I was going to meet him at a different location than usual. For the first time, I was going to his house. His wife would be at work and his children would be at school. I was filled with excitement to see him, yet was also filled with a strange sense of hesitation. Could I handle being in the very house where he fills his role as husband and father? Would there be the “All American Family Pictures” hanging on every wall? How will I react seeing the bed that he and his wife share?

We met in a nearby parking lot and he drove me to his house. He gave me a tour which involved many of the intricate items that he hand-made with those delicate hands that I love. His craftsmanship was seen and admired today in just about every room in their house.

I had the privilege of meeting his two dogs and their cat. Of course he owns my favorite kind of dog, a collie, and she was absolutely beautiful.

After the tour of the house, we sat down and started to snuggle and passionately kiss each other. My whole body tingles every time he kisses me, like a teenager who is being kissed for their very first time. You know, like when you feel like there are fireworks going off all around you. I can honestly say that at 43 years old, I didn’t think that I would ever experience that kind of feeling again from a kiss, but all of his kisses have that affect on me.

Being the romantic that he is, he then asked me if I would like him to light the fire. Once the fire was lit, we found ourselves on the floor enjoying more of those wonderful kisses and wanting more. As I kissed him, I took off his shirt. I just love seeing him with his shirt off. His manly chest and arms excite me. I like to start at the top, kissing his lips, then his chest (including his tiny nipples) and working down to the top of his pants. At that point, I wanted them to come off too. I took them off and continued to kiss that part of his body too. He allows me to see the enjoyment that he experiences when I do this, and it makes me want to do it more and more. The kisses became licking, and then I took his most manly part into my mouth. I just love bringing pleasure to this incredible man.

He then wanted to bring me the same kind of pleasure, so my clothes were the next to come off. He then proceeded to touch my body, in a way that only he knows how to do…very soft & gentle. He gets me so excited just touching me that I can barely stand it.
He then proceeded to kiss my breast, then work his way down below my waist, and French kiss me there. Without fail, whenever he does this, I experience the ultimate. Today was no exception. After this, we made love. The passion and closeness that we feel during this time is exhilarating. No words are ever needed during this time, but I whispered “I love you” and he answered “I love you”.

He then went up to take a shower. I could have taken mine in a separate bathroom, but I thought to myself, “I want to take a shower with him.” So, I snuck upstairs and joined him. It was so much fun. We continued to kiss each other and then soap each other up.
My favorite part of the shower was making him all slippery with the soap and then bringing him pleasure with my hand. Our time was cut short in the shower, but I look forward to more time and experiences with him in the shower.

We then had an enjoyable time having lunch at the Chinese buffet. We talk, sometimes serious and sometimes light, as we eat. We then went to a nearby park and sat in the car because it was raining. We again talked, laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. We then had to move to my least favorite part of the day…sitting in the car to say good-bye for the day.

I got in my car and said to myself “I love that man”, and drove away.

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The following comments are for "Special Day"
by Robaam

More of an Anecdote
This story is less of a short story and more of a journal entry, a blog post, an anecdote. The story needs a problem, an obstacle, a bump in the road. What's missing here is conflict, character growth, tension. This sounds like something you'd tell your friend while driving to the gym.

( Posted by: lostcheerio [Member] On: September 8, 2007 )

special day
I was waiting to find out how the narrator felt once she saw the "all american family" pictures on the wall, and laid her body down on his wife's pick of a bedspread. It seemed the story was leading up to feelings that never ended up being shared, but then maybe they were shoved away because the author was enamoured and whisked into passion?

( Posted by: wendythemommy [Member] On: September 12, 2007 )

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