She spent hours getting ready making sure that every hair was in place and not one eyelash was offset. She knew that tonight would be a night she would never forget because finally he would be coming to her home. She would now have him all to herself or at least borrow him for a few hours she thought.
But, even in her wildest dreams, tonight would not be the best night of her life, but the beginning of the worst relationship she ever had. This is Megan's story and hopefully, you won't make the same mistake.
But, even in her wildest dreams, tonight would not be the best night of her life, but the beginning of the worst relationship she ever had. This is Megan's story and hopefully, you won't make the same mistake.
Scene One - Greetings
When Steve finally arrived at her home, he walked up to the door just like the gentleman she thought he would be. He moseyed up to her door carrying a large bouquet of roses in one hand and a small box of chocolates in the other.
Now, how did he know she liked chocolate? Was it something she told him during that awkward lunch at work? Or maybe it was because when she first saw him, she was throat deep into a giant snickers when they first locked eyes.
None of that matters now because the moment was finally here, as he knocked on the door with 3 sharp raps. *Knock..Knock...Knock*
Megan ran down the stairs with the speed of a cheetah only slowing down to avoid slipping on a small throw rug in front of the door.
"He's here!", she thought. When she finally opened the door, there stood all 6'5 of Steve and his amazing smile. Steve looked like one of those Calvin Klein ads you see sprinkled throughout most grocery lane magazines.
He was tall, chiseled and the host of the deepest dimples known to man. Steve was a complete dream boat come to life and now he was standing in front of her open door.
And in one swift motion, Megan took the chocolates and seductively pulled him into her home.
Now, how did he know she liked chocolate? Was it something she told him during that awkward lunch at work? Or maybe it was because when she first saw him, she was throat deep into a giant snickers when they first locked eyes.
None of that matters now because the moment was finally here, as he knocked on the door with 3 sharp raps. *Knock..Knock...Knock*
Megan ran down the stairs with the speed of a cheetah only slowing down to avoid slipping on a small throw rug in front of the door.
"He's here!", she thought. When she finally opened the door, there stood all 6'5 of Steve and his amazing smile. Steve looked like one of those Calvin Klein ads you see sprinkled throughout most grocery lane magazines.
He was tall, chiseled and the host of the deepest dimples known to man. Steve was a complete dream boat come to life and now he was standing in front of her open door.
And in one swift motion, Megan took the chocolates and seductively pulled him into her home.
Scene Two - The Kiss
As soon as Steve crossed the threshold, his lips made a beeline straight for her eager mouth waiting to receive.
The kiss was passionate, as caresses turned into full on gropes and panting graduated into deep erotic moans. She wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off right then and there and climb all 6'5 of Steve's gorgeous body. But, she paused because she didn't want to seem too eager.
Now, Steve wasn't much of a talker and he only engaged in small talk that she would care to hear like, "How was your day?" and "You look so hot right now". Steve could of told her that he could only stay for an hour because he thought his wife was suspicious of him leaving the house so early.
...But for some reason he didn't.
Megan was so consumed in her fantasy of having this hot guy in her home that she failed to remember that he was a married man. She stripped his clothes off and proceeded to kiss him on the neck and somewhere in between her clothing fell off as well.
Long kisses turned into even longer licks and everything soft between them became ever so rigid and full of hot pulsing blood. It was all Megan could do to remember to reach on the coffee table and grab a condom, even though she didn't slip it on him before he was inside.
With hormones and juices surging between them, Sex was in the air. It was like a mist in the room staining the walls, the stairs and her couch. Megan's little Pomeranian dog just lowered it's head and tiptoed into the kitchen, as if it didn't want to stick around for the conclusion.
The kiss was passionate, as caresses turned into full on gropes and panting graduated into deep erotic moans. She wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off right then and there and climb all 6'5 of Steve's gorgeous body. But, she paused because she didn't want to seem too eager.
Now, Steve wasn't much of a talker and he only engaged in small talk that she would care to hear like, "How was your day?" and "You look so hot right now". Steve could of told her that he could only stay for an hour because he thought his wife was suspicious of him leaving the house so early.
...But for some reason he didn't.
Megan was so consumed in her fantasy of having this hot guy in her home that she failed to remember that he was a married man. She stripped his clothes off and proceeded to kiss him on the neck and somewhere in between her clothing fell off as well.
Long kisses turned into even longer licks and everything soft between them became ever so rigid and full of hot pulsing blood. It was all Megan could do to remember to reach on the coffee table and grab a condom, even though she didn't slip it on him before he was inside.
With hormones and juices surging between them, Sex was in the air. It was like a mist in the room staining the walls, the stairs and her couch. Megan's little Pomeranian dog just lowered it's head and tiptoed into the kitchen, as if it didn't want to stick around for the conclusion.
Scene Three - Surprise!
A good forty-five minutes passed, even though it seemed like hours just whizzed over there naked bodies.
And that's when there was a violent bang on the door. It sounded like someone was outside with a battering ram trying to get inside with one blow.
Megan stammered to her feet, still drunk from Steve's mountain and peered out of her side window. "Holy shit!" she thought. Steve's wife was outside barefoot and holding what appeared to be a Louisville Slugger.
Now, Steve's wife isn't your average cup of tea because she's every bit of 6'2 compared to Megan's side-table stature of 5'3. Plus, she's on the company softball team and never hits anything less than a home-run. But in simple terms, she could snap Megan like a twig with just one hand.
Megan ran over to Steve and explained that his wife was outside, but Steve didn't appear to be alarmed in the slightest. Megan pleaded with him to get up and make her leave, but he refused and merely strolled to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"What the fuck is his problem?" Megan thought. "How the hell is he so cool right now when his wife is about to come in her and kick both of our asses?", she pondered.
Then out of nowhere *Boooom!!!*
Megan's door flies off the hinges knocking over her favorite vase containing the floors Steve just brought her. Keisha looked like a crazed psychopath swinging that big wooden bat in her hand, all the while eyeballing Megan's naked body and Steve's after sex glow.
Steve nonchalantly walked over to his wife and tried to "justify" his actions, but he was cut short with a grand slam to his side of his head. No fighting..No screaming..Just a loud thud.
Megan began panicking and pleading for her life, but Keisha was also like Steve and not big on words. She casually strolled over to Megan and whispered her, "Everything is going to be okay".
Before laying that Louisville across the bridge of Megan's nose so perfectly that she was dead before she even hit the floor.
And that's when there was a violent bang on the door. It sounded like someone was outside with a battering ram trying to get inside with one blow.
Megan stammered to her feet, still drunk from Steve's mountain and peered out of her side window. "Holy shit!" she thought. Steve's wife was outside barefoot and holding what appeared to be a Louisville Slugger.
Now, Steve's wife isn't your average cup of tea because she's every bit of 6'2 compared to Megan's side-table stature of 5'3. Plus, she's on the company softball team and never hits anything less than a home-run. But in simple terms, she could snap Megan like a twig with just one hand.
Megan ran over to Steve and explained that his wife was outside, but Steve didn't appear to be alarmed in the slightest. Megan pleaded with him to get up and make her leave, but he refused and merely strolled to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"What the fuck is his problem?" Megan thought. "How the hell is he so cool right now when his wife is about to come in her and kick both of our asses?", she pondered.
Then out of nowhere *Boooom!!!*
Megan's door flies off the hinges knocking over her favorite vase containing the floors Steve just brought her. Keisha looked like a crazed psychopath swinging that big wooden bat in her hand, all the while eyeballing Megan's naked body and Steve's after sex glow.
Steve nonchalantly walked over to his wife and tried to "justify" his actions, but he was cut short with a grand slam to his side of his head. No fighting..No screaming..Just a loud thud.
Megan began panicking and pleading for her life, but Keisha was also like Steve and not big on words. She casually strolled over to Megan and whispered her, "Everything is going to be okay".
Before laying that Louisville across the bridge of Megan's nose so perfectly that she was dead before she even hit the floor.
So What's The Moral Of This Story?
I could tell you, but I want to know what you think about it first in the comments below.
Stay Drama Free
-Jamaal(LoverOfLife)
Stay Drama Free
-Jamaal(LoverOfLife)
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