"True love is when you have to watch a friend leave, with the knowledge that you might never see him again. But you know he'll be in your mind and heart forever..."

Bath Time!

Taking baths relax her so much, so he prepared a hot steamy bath for her. Candles were lit and placed all over the bathroom. The sweet aroma permeated the air, she could feel the steam cling to her skin as she walked into the bathroom. Already undressed he closed the door behind her, helping her undress in the candlelight. As he removed her clothes, he adored her body in the soft light.

Leading her over to the bathtub, he held her hand as she tested the waters. The water stung as she first entered into it, slowly lowering herself until she was submerged. Once she was in the water he sat next to her, just outside the tub, kneeling on a small stack of towels. He looked at her sparkling eyes with a devious, crinkly kind of smile.

Picking up a body scrub he dipped it into the water, then swirling body wash onto it. Lifting her right leg he began to scrub her feet, up her calf, then to her inner thigh. Thoroughly scrubbing and paying attention to every curve. When he was finished he moved to her left leg and repeated the performance. She began to feel relaxed and tingly, the touch of his hands and the roughness of the body scrub were a magical combination. The skin was cold as he would raise her leg out of the water, then warm and refreshed after being cleansed.

He then went to her hands, scrubbing them, soothing them, enjoying the feel of her skin. Slowly moving down her arm, shoulder, and slowly moving to her chest. Taking time to appreciate her breasts, spending ample amount of time, touching and teasing them, again appreciating the touch of his hand versus the roughness of the body scrub. Completing her breasts he then moved to the opposite shoulder and arm, finishing with her hand. Completely relaxed he helps pull her forward, lathering the body scrub he begins with the nape of her neck, then to back of the shoulders. He slowly moves down the rest of her back, she is now moaning in pleasure.

As she lies back in the tub, he now takes a cup of water and rinses her hair, running his hands across her scalp. The pressure of his fingers massaging her scalp, soothing, relaxing, erogeonous. Applying soap and conditioner her hair feels like silk, soft strings of silk running through his fingers. Tilting her head back into the water she rinses her hair, her beauty radiates like the moonlight on the ocean.

As she lies there relaxed, he now takes the shaving cream and places lather in his hand. Raising her pelvis, he lathers her between her legs. Taking the razor he shaves her almost completely, leaving a little down the middle. Her lips now smooth to the touch, trusting him with the most delicate task, his strong hands so soft and delicate. Aroused and excited he helps her finish, admiring her beautiful body, shimmering in the candlelight.

He leans over and opens the drain, they hear the water now draining. Helping her stand, he begins to dry her with the towel. Slowly drying her soft and delicate skin, occasionally stopping to kiss her delicious skin. Taking her by the hand he opens the door, leads her in to the bedroom, and removes the towel. Enjoying the evening’s dessert, that he has helped prepare!

13 Creative ways to have a holiday quickie

1. Manual stimulation of your partner while driving to the dinner.
2. Oral sex(road head) while driving to the party(just don't crash)
3. Sneak off into a bedroom. Make sure no squeaking bed. A.... no screaming either.
4. Bathroom....you can definately sneak off....preferbly with your partner..
5. The garage......may be a bit cold...depending on location.
6. Laundry room.....Make sure you close the door.
7. Car sex...Run an errand and make a stop.
8. Foot or hand under the table, see if your foot can do the job!
9. Go for a walk after dinner....stop in a park and use a shelter.
10. Sneak off to the basement...Careful though...noise travels through the ducts.
11. Hide in a walk in closet...don't knock anything down.
12. While driving the car, have your partner sit on your lap.....good luck with that one.
13. Sneak off by yourself, and manually please yourself. Just don't use the warm apple pie.

End of my rope!

It feels as if I am hanging onto a rope with one hand. Holding on for my life, reaching with my other hand. Trying to grasp that rope, I feel the rope slip, squeezing harder. I call out for your help, I hear nothing but silence. I can see you standing there, not offering assistance. Again I ask for your help, you continue to look at me.

I pray for you to kindly pull me to safety. Hoping and wanting your help, unsure if your willing. Afraid of falling any further, I cry out one last time. Still no answer, I think of the pain that I will endure. Will it be slow and painful, or swift and quick. My hands are now sweating, my grip is loosening.

I begin to pray.....

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I love tattoos. Beautiful artwork!

Coffee anyone?

In town on business, Kate was unfamiliar with the city, she was dying to find a coffee shop. Leaving the hotel she began looking for a Starbucks. It was cool out this particular morning, in fact the bank's marquee read 38 degrees Fahrenheit. She could see her breathe as she walked, cold and refreshing to her lungs. Dressed in her business attire, black wool coat keeping her warm.

As she turned the corner two blocks to the north, there it was, Starbucks. Her bright white smile gleamed as she walked through the door. As she entered the little brass bell attached to the top of the door jingled. Causing the man in the corner to look up and see her walking through the door.

She stood about five foot and nine inches tall, shoulder length strawberry hair. He noticed her green eyes glistening in the morning sun. He sipped his coffee, and smiled when she looked over at him. He continued to work on his laptop, checking the morning news. No breaking news stories he pulled up his daily blog, looking at comments and deciding what to write for the day. He was attracted to the cute woman that walked through the door, maybe he would write about her.

Kate saw the handsome man sitting at his computer, watching him laugh and smile while she ordered. Trying very hard not to stare, however, he was very handsome. He appeared to be about six foot and three inches tall, the football player type build, definitely athletic, she liked that. The man was clean cut, clean shaven, with a short haircut. Receiving her coffee and morning roll, she walked to the empty table next to his.

"Wireless signal good over here?" she asked. Smiling at her "It was good, remarkably, it just got better." he replied. From that moment on they talked while they both surfed the web. She told him that she just arrived in town yesterday, not quite sure of activities to do between meetings. He offered to take her on a tour, she willingly accepted.

That evening he picked her up at the hotel lobby, escorting her out to his car. Like a gentleman he opened the door. She smelled his cologne as he brushed next to her. He smelled inviting, clean and desirable. The car had a fresh scent smell, he took as good of his car as he did of himself. During the car ride their conversation never ended, so many things in common, where has he been all of these years, finding a man like this after 39 years of life. So many years wasted looking for a man that she could share so many thoughts and ideas with.

Finally they arrived back at the hotel, he pulled up to the door. Knowing that she would be in town for week, hoping for another night of her company. He exited and opened her door, stepping out of the car she opened her arms receptively. Pulling him close, surprising him, taking control. She told him she would meet him in the bar after parking the car.

In the bar she found two seats at end of the bar, she ordered two shots of tequila, quickly drinking them before he arrived. He soon appeared and they drank and talked a little bit more, with her drinks gone she grabbed his hand pulling him off his stool. Startled he asked her where they were going. Giggling she turned around, placing her index finger on his lips. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Slipping the card into the door, the green light lit up, turning the handle they entered the room. Kissing him passionately she pushed him to the bed. Taken back from her aggressiveness, he was submissive to her wants. Undressing him she took control by placing his cock into her mouth. Undressing and sucking she continued her attack. Forcing him to give her what she wanted, enjoying his moans of pleasure, she pulled off of his cock. Slowly kissing his abdomen, working her way up, kissing him again. Her naked body on his, she then lifted herself, placing her pussy on his mouth.

She smelled so sweet and fresh, cleanly shaven, he ran his tongue along the lips. She demanded him to suck her clit, so he did, lapping up her juices. Feeling her grind on his face, almost hurting his face, her hips moving faster. Moaning and demanding, she orgasm's with a loud grunt. Waves of wetness poured into his mouth, enjoying her precious juices. While she dismounts from his mouth, she places her mouth on his, cleaning up some of the mess, knowing this would make him harder.

Smiling at him she slowly slid onto his cock. Feeling his thick member pressing against her insides. She maneuvers herself so that the head of his cock is pressing on her g-spot. The intense feeling that one needs to orgasm as quickly as possible, she lets it sit there, to build into the explosion that she wants. As it gets closer she begins to move, causing the intense feeling to build even more. With her hands digging into his chest, she begins to grind hard against his pelvis. Watching her excitement he begins to help, rhythmically moving together. Suddenly they both explode, every ounce of energy races through their bodies. Feeling dizzy afterwards, they both lay there motionless, holding each other close.

After lying there for about an hour, he realizes he must leave, kissing her, he slowly gets dressed. Wrapped in a bed sheet, she sits up in bed, asking him to stay. " I must go home" he sheepishly said. "I understand" Kate said, "I must call home too!"

"You better shower before you go"

Chapter 21 - The storm

Catherine was feverishly cleaning the kitchen, rehearsing the explanation that she was going to give Steve. It was simple, Paul is a security guard at work that got her email address from a chain letter sent out from another nurse. She was going to explain that he was boarding harassment at work. Afraid to do so, not wanting to be labeled at work.

Her thoughts were broken when she turned around to find Steve standing looking at her. The look on his face scared the hell out of her, she had never seen him look this way. Preparing herself, in case he were to swing at her, unsure of his reaction. He was looking through her, his anger was building, as he stood there in silence. She cautiously walked up to him, tears began to fill her eyes, and she could see his beginning to tear as well. Slowly she reached up, hand trembling, wanting to place her hand on the side of his face. Concentrating on his face she was startled when his hand grabbed her wrist. Not realizing his strength he could see her wince in pain. “Don’t touch me” Steve Muttered.

Catherine crying “Steve it is not what you think, please let me explain.” She could see Steve was breathing heavily. She could tell his pulse was racing, sweat was beading on his forehead, and his jaw was clenched. His body language spoke a thousand words to her. Graciously she began to tell her story like she rehearsed. “Don’t fucking lie to me, this isn’t the only email that I have read. This has been going on for quite some time. Do you think that I am that much of a fucking idiot.” Slamming his fist on the table, Catherine jumped back. Steve had never acted this violent in the 11 years she had known him. Shaking his hand in pain, he began pacing, desperately searching for a way out.

“Steve, listen to me, please! Ok there is this security guard at work, he has been harassing me, and I have been trying to handle it. I have been contemplating a harassment charge at work.” Still trying to explain herself. “Bullshit, what about the email where he loved how you looked in the moonlight?” Catherine had forgot that email, thinking quickly “ He walked me to my car that night, that is when all this started, I was afraid to tell you.” Waiting for his reaction, seeing that he was processing what she had just said.

Unsure whether or not to believe her, wanting to believe her, his gut instincts were in overdrive. He could feel his heart pounding, he could hardly breathe, and the panic he felt was worst than the day he fell through the floor at a fire. He felt as if the room were spinning, his chest was tight, vision was now blurred. He fell to his knees crying, sobbing like he never had done before. Steve was a broken man that was scared to be alone.

Catherine too was crying, seeing Steve react this way was very bothersome. She did not know that some of his sorrow was not only what she had done, it was guilt for the things he had done as well. Catherine's fist covering her mouth, trying to hush her own crying, thinking that this was all her doing, she cried too. She felt remorse, wished that she had never made the choice to even talk to Paul. What could she have been thinking, meet a man from the Internet, then have sex with him. She prayed to God to forgive her, she also prayed for Steve’s forgiveness. Desperate for Steve to hold her she began to walk towards him, sobbing as she walked.

Steve quickly stood up, looking at her, turning towards the door then looking back at her. He grabbed his keys “ Steve stay here with me, don’t leave” Catherine shouted in desperation. The door then slammed behind him, leaving the house empty, quiet, motionless. Catherine stood there not knowing what to do, standing there thinking that he would come to his senses and come back through the door. He didn’t kiss me she thought, he never leaves with out kissing me. The impact of the email was beginning to set in. Wondering where he had gone, trying to imagine what could be going through his mind. Curious if he would even return, just this morning things seemed so good.

In the matter of hours the day’s events went from the normal happy life that they always shared, to a volatile storm that was unpredictable. A tornado path just ran through the middle of their sound relationship. Lots of unanswered questions, hoping that she could rebuild what had been destroyed. Catherine walked over to the couch, hopeful that Steve would walk through the door. She quietly sat in the corner of the couch, legs crossed, pillow on her lap. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the pillow, holding it tight enough that the pillow was no longer square. Tears flowing from her eyes, heart pounding, hopeless, lonely, and scared. Catherine sobbed uncontrollably, wishing that it were only a dream.

Meanwhile Steve backed out of the garage, his truck tires squelched as he applied the brakes. Pausing for a moment staring at the house, wondering if he would ever be back. Thoughts of his kids consumed him, they were the most important things in his life. Catherine he could live with out, however, the kids he could not. He placed the truck in drive, applied the accelerator and drove away. Not knowing his destination he began to drive. Hoping that he would think of something, the only person he wanted to talk to was Brandy. He decided to drive towards her neighborhood. Now thinking about her divorce from Nick. Maybe this was perfect timing, a sign of what could be.

Daring

Above is a picture of Victoria falls located in Zambia. An amazing thing to reach out to take such amazing photograph. I came across a blog that showed this photo, amazed I googled Victoria falls, someday I would like to visit there. Knowing I would be scared to death to swim to edge like this, however, the view would be to die for.

The more I look at this picture, the more I begin to think about life. Thinking about how daring it must be to swim up, trusting that you won't just slip and fall over the edge, plummeting to your death. Amidst the thoughts I began to compare this picture to relationships. Whether your married or not, we all can relate in one way or another.

A time comes in our life when we must trust ourselves to be daring and take a risk. Slowly climbing into the waters, feeling wet and strange as we slowly swim towards the falls. Feeling the current pull you as we swim, swiftly bringing us to that edge. Knowing that when you reach the edge, you will see the most magnificent sight, the emotions and feelings that we will experience.

Taking that risk, the potential to have one of the best experiences of our life. Wanting to feel the awe of such a magnificent experience, however, many of us are hesitant to step into the water.

If we only were to put both feet into the water and trust that we will not go over the falls. Daring ourselves to take that step, instead many of us stand at the shore watching and waiting. Not willing to take that chance, afraid that we be the one slip and fall to our death.

Sleeping

It was late in the night, she still wasn't home from work. He was lying alone in his bed, holding a body pillow tight, imagining it was her. Sound asleep, snoring, TV left on. The house still in the dead of the night.

As she pulled into the driveway, she waited patiently for the garage door to open. Wired from her night at work, needing to unwind. The car lights illuminate the garage as she pulls in and closes the garage door. As she walks into her home the house is silent. She can faintly hear the television in the master bedroom. Knowing that he would always fall asleep as he would try so hard to wait up for her.

Opening the refrigerator she rummaged through for a small snack. Opening the cheese drawer she found some string cheese, and grabbed the gallon of apple cider. Pouring herself a splash of apple cider, she began to feel herself to calm down being home. Eating her snack she looked through the days mail. Advertisements and credit card offers, nothing but junk. Drinking the last drop of apple cider she placed the empty cup into the sink. Turning off the lights she headed upstairs.

Walking into the bedroom she admired him sleeping there all alone. Holding the body pillow as if it were her lying next to him. She began to undress while watching him, lifting her shirt over her head, then reaching behind her back, unclasping her bra. Her small perky breasts all warm and covered, now bared and nipples hard. Placing her hands into her waistband she slowly removed her pants. Leaving her socks on so that her feet would not get cold.

Walking over to the bed a sudden surge of lust overcame her. Pulling back the sheets his naked body was inviting to the touch. She lightly ran her hand down the side of his back, causing him to roll to his back. Lifting the pillow his cock lie there on his inner leg. She slowly leaned over, trying to wake him slowly. She never liked to be awaken quickly, so why would he.

Leaning over she began to kiss his cock, soft gentle kisses, then ever so slowly running her tongue down the shaft. With her right hand she lifted his penis and slowly placed it in her mouth. Beginning with the tip, sucking on the head, pushing the circumcision completely taunt. Running her tongue in circles around the head, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. She could feel the blood begin to surge to his cock. A completely flaccid penis beginning to harden.

As his cock became erect, snoring turned to moaning. Looking up at him she could see his eyes beginning to open. A smirk of smile showing at the corner of his mouth. Taking him deeply he moaned louder, she reached up and pinched his nipple. Stopping long enough to say "Morning baby."

Then kissing up his abdomen, making her way to his lips, kissing her back, she climbed on top. Slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning in pleasure. She leaned back, placing her hands on his knees. Moving her waist like a dolphin swimming through water. He reached out placing his hand on her waist, helping her swim, occasionally reaching up to touch her breasts. The moaning and pleasure became louder, then both of them in a loud gasp, orgasm together.

In total exhaustion she collapsed on top of him, finally exhausted and tired. Holding each other, kissing and loving, she slowly removed her body from his. Leaving a leg and arm draped over him. His penis now flaccid again on his leg, now holding her, exhausted, they fall back asleep.

Thirteen things about me or my blog!

1. Obviously you have figured out that I am a firefighter-paramedic. I have been in the medical end since 1988 and firefighter since 1992. Yep been doing it long enough to warp my thought process.

2. Married - for 12 years, two fabulous kids. Why the put up with me, I couldn't tell you, I am just damn glad they do.

3. My blog- it began as a way to express my feelings and expressions. Like many people songs, personal experiances, and other influencial factors create my daily blogs. I am never afraid to write down anything, I am not afraid to push the envelope. I just wish more people would comment on my writings. I don't mind if they say they don't like it. Just comment, I am interested in what people think.

4. My story - it has definately been a work in progress. I have enjoyed creating the characters and story line. I have worked with many people that have faced divorce or had affairs. I am not totally innocent with my thoughts, they help contribute to this story.

5. Photographs- I love black and white photographs, especially those showcasing the naked body. The lines and shadows, highlighting the beauty. Someday I would love to be able to take photos like those.

6. Guitar- I make an attempt to play the guitar. I have been trying now for about 10 years, occasionally I can make it sound like a familar tune. Not very often though.

7. My Son - He is under the age of ten, I love watching him grow and become his own person. Everyday he amazes me, so smart, loving and truely a blessing in my life.

8. My daughter - She too is under the age of ten, two years younger than her brother. She scares the hell out me. She is my little princess and she knows it as well. Someday I will probably end up in jail keeping a boy away. Especially if she finds one that acts like her father, most women do.

9. Sense of humor - Yes I have a sense of humor, although I can keep a stern cold face, not showing any emotion. People constantly can't tell whether I serious or not. That is half the fun.

10. Erotic Stories - I love to write about every mans fantasy. We all know that it will never come true. It is fun to write and dream about that fantasy. I love writing about erotic and sensual feelings and expressions. I hope when people read them, they too can relate and feel what I am writing.

11. Feelings - Many times I like many others, internalize bad thoughts or feelings, during those trying times in our lives. I choose to put it out there, put it in words, I know I am not the only one that desparately fights within themselves to make sense of normal daily life. Another reason I began this blog.

12. Why the line of duty deaths - I am a member of the largest Firefighter Honor Guard in the United States. It is a State Honor Guard for Union Firefighters. I have attended many funerals and the National Memorial twice. I have held and lowered the flag for two people put on that wall. I had another firefighter as a instructor, he was added this year. It is important for us to take a moment to appreciate those that have given the ultimate sacrifice trying to protect others. I hope that I am never one of them, however, I accept that this is a sacrafice that I could personally face.

13. To My wife - You have been the true inspiration to write. I always misunderstood of your doing fanfics and other writing groups. Finally I started my own blog, a bit more on the erotic side than I ever imagined, however, I find it easy to write and I think I do a pretty good job at it. I want to thank you for the encouragement and support in writing. I also want to thank you for standing beside me as I have tried to figure out who I am. You have had the right to move on and find someone that would treat you the way a woman should be treated. Fortuantely you have stayed beside me. Waiting and hoping that I would find my way back on the path. Lost and alone you waited for me to return. I am so sorry for causing you pain. Thank you for being my wife.

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Chapter 20 - Storm Brewing

Steve was snoring on the couch, the girls were laughing and making fun of him. Brandy looked at the clock and mentioned that she should be leaving soon. Catherine begged her to stay longer, she was wishing that they were all alone. Catherine was debating on how she should say goodbye. They had been playing footsie for the past couple hours, friendly touching of the hands and arms. Knowing for sure that she would give her a hug, unsure how to kiss her.

Scared to kiss her, afraid of what might happen. Will she like it? Is she reading too much into everything that is going on? All these little voices inside of her debating on how to say goodbye, it was driving her nuts. She felt as if she were in Jr. High again, as if she had never kissed anyone before wondering what it would be like. So many things were running through her head, her heart was racing, hands felt sweaty.

Brandy then stood from the table, taking her coffee cup to the sink. Turning on the faucet and rinsing her cup, smiling at Catherine. Catherine then stood up and pushed her chair in, walking to sink, both women expressing how much they enjoyed each others company. Brandy had already decided that she would have to be the one to make the first move. Studying Catherine’s every move, waiting for the right moment so that it wouldn’t appear as if she had planned everything.

Catherine opened the dishwasher and placed her cup in the top rack. Reaching for Brandy’s cup Catherine’s breast brushed her arm, Brandy knew the timing was right. Catherine turned quickly to place the cup in the rack, Brandy picked up a spoon and purposely dropped it so that Catherine would have to bend over to pick it up. When she bent over, Brandy placed her hand on her lower back, running it down her buttocks. Catherine enjoyed her touch, relieved that Brandy made the first move. Catherine stood up and turned and faced Brandy, eyes meeting, Catherine placed her hand on Brandy’s face. Slowly brushing the hair away from her eye, ever so slowly across her cheek. Brandy leaned towards Catherine, their lips touched, eyes closed, Catherine held still while Brandy kissed her.

It was a slow kiss, she could feel her breath against her skin. Lips so soft, her perfume so sweet, her senses were on edge. She felt tingling throughout her body, from her mouth to her toes. Time seemed to stand still, a new chapter had opened in her life. Enjoying what she had felt, wishing it would never end. Then the stomping of children’s feet ruined the moment. Both women quickly recovered from their passionate moment. Smiling and giggling like kids themselves.

As the kids got their coats on, the girls discussed getting together again soon. Catherine suggested getting together with out the kids, Brandy agreed with her. They both said their goodbyes, standing at the door watching them drive away, Catherine waved goodbye. Closing the door Catherine leaned against it, finger at the corner of her mouth, eyes closed, replaying the kiss in her mind. Smiling and happy she pranced into the other room. Picking up the laptop and finding her spot on the loveseat across the room from Steve.

Her thumb pressed the lid release and she slowly opened the computer, staring at Steve, wondering what he was going to say when he woke. He was going to be so mad that he missed the kiss, hoping that he wouldn’t be mad. Looking down at the screen her mood quickly changed. Her heart was pounding, she could barely swallow. She felt overwhelmed, skin was flush and hot, and she couldn’t breathe.

“Cath…. I know you have been lonely, just think how I could comfort you. The smile on your face last time we met was exquisite. I want to make you smile like that again…..P”

Fuck! This is why Steve was pissed off she thought, he read it, and he read the goddamn email. How could he look at her stuff, why did he have to intrude into her personal business, he is such an asshole she thought. Totally forgetting that she was the problem, trying to make it his fault. Anxiously trying to find a way to fix the damage that had been done. She immediately began pacing, scheming a story, hoping that Steve would believe her. Knowing that she would soon have the fight of her life. Praying that she would survive.

Author Unknown!

"Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same."

The Store !

She was shopping in the grocery store, and like usual, she noticed the firemen shopping. They always seemed to flirt with her, telling her to stop by the station with the kids for a tour. She was a bit skeptical, knowing that they were pigs - like most men were - and she had never felt tempted before. Today, though, she felt frisky, not happy at home, and that need to be wanted ached through her body. She felt the desire to be naughty too, to do something daring, not the normal daily routine that she had grown so accustomed to.

It felt a bit odd to flirt while having the kids with, however, that should show the true strength of the firefighter’s confidence. A man that was confident, yet passionate was what she always looked for. Usually, she would fantasize about a certain type of man, but surprisingly, the man she made eye contact with was not her type at all.

He was an average man, big shoulders, blue eyes, the kind of man that could wrap you in his arms and stare into your eyes. His bald head was something new for her. It was shaved and smooth, so she could tell that hygiene was important to him. And a neatly trimmed mustache, too. She had never kissed a man with a mustache before. She found herself more attracted to him the longer she stared.

Daydreaming about her firefighter, she was startled when he walked over and introduced himself. The kids instantly recognized him from the safety talks at school, and he asked them if they shared their safety message with their parents. She was embarrassed when the children said no, and she began to blush. In a nice polite matter, he winked at her and then calmed her by acknowledging his own negligence at home. He then invited the whole family to the station for a tour. She declined politely, regretfully telling him that she had a bachlorette party to attend that evening.

Jokingly he mentioned that the girls should stop by for pictures before they went out on the town for the evening. She was in disbelief that he would invite that kind of trouble to the fire station. But then she began thinking about how clever that could be, she would surprise all of the other women and tell the chauffeur to make a pit stop on the way out of town.

It was after dinner when the limousine pulled in front of the station. The firefighters were all amazed, but definately pleased, to see a dozen beautiful women step out of the car. Testosterone was flowing at an all time high. The girls were excited. Everyone was happy.

Perfume radiated throughout the station, it was the best it had smelled in years. Finally, the two acquaintances met again. He admitted to her how amazed he was that she actually had the party stop for a tour. She then explained that it was more for her than the rest of her party.

They both smiled, understanding what the intentions that evening were. He then showed her his office, explaining that he usually stayed up pretty late. She asked how late, and his answer surprised her.

Later that evening, on her way home, she made a detour to see if the lights were still on at the station. Sure enough, he hadn't lied. She could see him sitting at his desk, patiently waiting. She parked her car in the lot, unsure if she should go in, knowing that she could not behave. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, closing it quietly behind her, trying not to make a sound. Walking quietly, she peered into his office, then quietly tapped on the glass. He turned with a smile, stood and went to let her in. He greeted her with a smile, telling her to be quiet since firefighters were sleeping in their beds. She asked to see the fire trucks, and he led her by the hand. He could feel her heart pounding through their touch.

They reached the bay where the trucks sat peacefully on the floor, gear hanging from the doors, the smell of smoke lingering in the air. She felt the desire to release her inhibitions, so stopping suddenly she turned and embraced him. Then she aked for her private station tour.

Aroused!

Your naked body arouses me every time I see it, lying there in the candlelight, illuminating your tender soft skin. Spread on the bed, black wristlets tied to the bed posts,black anklets holding your legs to the foot post of the bed. Black collar around your neck, blindfolded, waiting impatiently for me to touch you. The contrast of the black against your slightly tanned skin, inviting me to be naughty. I study your body, watching you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

Today I invited a girl to watch, possibly join in, she quietly undresses and sits in the chair in the corner of the room. You do not know she is there, her eyes sparkle with excitement. Her fantasy has always been to watch, possibly joining the fun if she feels comfortable. Completely undressing, with the exception of her panties, already touching herself, excited with anticipation. Unaware of her presence, knowing you will be surprised, hopefully not upset.

I stand there naked, holding a whip, black leather, with strips of pink fur interlaced for the pain pleasure. The smell of candles permeate our senses, so aware of senses you even think you may smell perfume. You hear me next to the bed, admiring your hard erect nipples, your skin is cold, lying there in waiting. Small goosebumps rise from your skin, slowly I place the whip on your nipple, running it down your side, then down your leg to your inner arch of your foot. Watching your expressions as I tease your body. Your nipple standing tall, wanting to be warmed, sucked and kissed.

I look over and in the corner she is focused on every move, touching herself, one hand on her breast, circling and enticing her nipple, the other in her panties, I see her hand circling her lips. As I watch she bravely removes her panties, allowing me full view of her excitement. Smiling with approval, I hear the wetness as her finger glides through the folds. Her nipples are erect and excited as well, her smile radiates towards us.

I raise the whip and with a sharp and quick motion I strike your breast, I watch you quiver in slight pain. I then lean over kissing and calming your nipple from the shock it just incurred. Then slowly running the whip between your breasts, down your abdomen, across your lips. Biting your lip, your body begins to wiggle under my control. Anxiously waiting to feel my next touch, you brace yourself, thinking it will be a sharp painful pleasure. Instead I choose to release cold whip cream on your nipple. Making it cold, sensation extremes, I lean over and place my warm mouth over your nipple sucking away the cold, warming your breast. I pause watching, waiting, making you anticipate my next move. I position myself, I raise the whip and bring it down across your pussy, watching your abdomen tense, so I raise it again and lash it against your abdomen, left then right. In the corner her eyes widen in disbelief. Her hands stop, watching for your reaction. You arch your back, raising slightly off the bed, I lean over kissing your abdomen.

Vigorously she tugs and pulls at her nipple, touching herself excitedly. I then reach over to the bowl of Ice, placing a cube on your sternum, the cold takes your breath away. Water begins to pool between your breasts, then ever so slowly running down your ribs, then off your sides. Your body wants to be unleashed, endorphins screaming wanting more, wanting to explode. Your body now glistens with water running in different directions, once again highlighting the beauty of your skin.

I slowly raise the whip again, this time turning the handle towards the corner of the room. She looks at me in disbelief, not sure what to do. The smell of sex in the air, I can see the wetness across the room. She slowly rises from the chair, taking the invitation she quietly walks to the bed. Taking the whip she studies your body, admiring what I have admired for years. Fulfilling her and my fantasy, hoping that you will enjoy as well.

Aroused !

13 Firehouse Meals

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Firehouse Meals

1. Chorizo Breakfeast Burrito- Corn tortillas filled with chorizo and cheese, covered in green enchilada sauce(mixed with chopped green chilies) two eggs over easy placed on top. Can serve with hash browns

2. Mexican Skillet- Chorizo mixed with scrambled eggs, onion, green pepper. Mix in crunched good Mexican tortilla chips. They absorb the grease and soften. Serve with salsa and sour cream.

3. Mexican goulash- Two boxes of Velveeta shells and cheese dinner. 1lb of ground beef cooked with taco seasoning. Mix the two add sour cream and salsa, cover with cheese and bake till golden.

4. Macaroni surprise- Dice up kielbasa, onion, green pepper, mix with mac and cheese and serve.

5. Chicken enchiladas- Corn tortilla makes the flavor. Dice up chicken breast, onion and saute'. Then add block of cream cheese and green Chile's. Fill the tortillas, place seam side down. Cover with green enchilada sauce and cover with cheese and bake. (if you use pork cover with mole')

6. Buffalo Chicken Sandwich- Boneless skinless breasts, place in Ziploc, pour in Louisiana hot sauce or wing sauce of choice. Marinate for 2-3hours. Grill the chicken, place on bun with provolone.

7. Chicken giardiniera- 4-5 boneless breasts, jar of water based chicken giardiniera place in crock pot. Cook all day then shred it before serving. If you use oil base giardiniera rinse before placing in crock pot. Serve on Italian beef rolls with mozzarella.

8. Root stew- Cube sirloin tip roast, mix in carrots, turnips, rutabagas, potato, sweet potato, onion. Place in crock pot cook all day.

9. Kielbasa and kraut- Red potato's, kielbasa cube, sauerkraut all placed in the crock pot all day.

10. Applesauce meatloaf- Meatloaf made normal way, just add cup of cinnamon applesauce. Place carrots and potato's around it like a roast and cook.

11. Stuffed meatloaf- Flatten meatloaf and cover with ham and cheese then roll it up. Cook the same as the applesauce meatloaf.

12- Chili- Stew meat 1.5lbs, chicken cubed 1.5 lbs. Onion, green pepper, 2 cans of Joan of arc spicy beans do not drain, 2 cans of kidney beans drained, 1 can of black beans, 1 can of corn.
2Tbsp of chili powder, 2 tsp of cumin, oregano, garlic, cayenne, 1TBSP of brown sugar, 1 can of crush tomato's and 1 can of ro-tel(crushed tomato's with green chilies). Mix in crock pot. Be careful it may overflow.

13. Bean slop- whatever is left in the refrigerator and mixed with Busch's baked beans. Never tried it....too afraid. And I mean all leftovers mixed together folks.......try at your own risk.

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Trust....

As we go through life, there are few people that are allowed to invade our personal space. Usually that person is the one we love the most, best friend, wife or husband. People that we believe would never breech the trust that has been given exclusively to them. Unfortunately I personally have breached that trust that has been given to me for several years of my best friends life.

Perceptions and changes sometimes cause us to waver and become easily distracted, allowing ourselves to become vulnerable, to risk the people that we have valued as friends or lovers. Some of people dabble into the dark world of substances abuse, marital affairs or plain ole' dishonesty. Living a life of misconceptions, as if they were living a double life, afraid of hurting the ones that they love the most, being dishonest and afraid to admit that they have walked onto a path of broken glass.

When your living this interweave and tangled webs of distruction, eventually the truth will come to the forefront. And the trust that has been bestowed on us will be in jeopardy. Once that trust has been broken, can and will it ever be restored to level that it once was before? People make mistakes, learning from those mistakes, wanting a second chance. Will that chance be given cautiously? Or do we trust that this person would not breech this sacred vow. How do we completely recover from such a devastating event?

I wish these answers could be so easily explained. Trust is a major component in any relationship, hand in hand with many other aspects. When we make the decision to give the individual another chance and trust that they won't falter again, we have to trust with caution. Trying very hard to counter balance the overbearing of mistrust that we may feel.

Both people trying extremely hard to trust each other, carefully walking on broken glass. Painful steps while we heal. Hoping that our feet will callous and soon become protected from the broken glass, knowing that one sharp edge could rip open the bottom of our feet, making it difficult to walk. I vow that I will walk hand and hand, step by step, enduring pain, willing to bleed, as we walk this path together.

Wordless Wednsday !!

Chapters 1-16 now available !!!

I have had a few requests to post the previous chapters that I have written. I have posted chapters 1 through 16 and you will find it in the archive. I post dated it due to the length of the blog.

If you are new to my site, please take time to read this work in progress. Sometimes I can produce chapter after chapter. And like any writer, I have road blocks and may not write for a month or two at a time. I will attempt to update the story as more chapters are added. Leaving the most current ones posted on the daily blog. As I write more I will remove chapters and place the most recent in the archive, attached to the others.

I don't consider myself a writer, however, I have found enjoyement from sharing my thoughts and expressions with you.

I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 19 - Sharing

Catherine and Brandy were laughing and enjoying each other’s company over their cup of coffee. Steve couldn’t get a word in during the conversation. He was happy that they were enjoying each other, knowing that they had a lot in common, always knowing that they would get along very well. Their laughter and smiles reminded him of two girls that were best of friends, talking and telling stories. He could also see that they were attracted to each other, which in a man’s world was perfect.

A bit annoyed that he had been excluded from the girl’s discussion Steve walked into the living room. Picking up the laptop, he sat down on the couch, leaning back with his head on the pillow, knees slightly bent, placing the laptop on his thighs. Opening it and clicking on the Internet, waiting patiently for it open. He could see the girls from the corner of his eye. Curiously watching them interact with each other, now Catherine was showing her scrapbooks to Brandy. Showing Brandy a window into her life, showing a different side of Steve that she had not seen before.


Finally the Internet opened, it was on Catherine’s web browser, showing she had mail. Contemplating whether he should look, he finally clicked on the mailbox. Many email addresses he recognized, however, there was one that caught his eye. Looking over at the girls seeing that they were busy, he opened it.

“Cath….I know you have been lonely, just think how I could comfort you. The smile on your face last time we met was exquisite. I want to make you smile like that again…..P”

Steve grew angry, heart pounding, hands trembling he moved the mouse over the mark button. Highlighting the drop down box, holding the mouse over the unread box, deciding to click it so that Catherine would not know he looked. Then the rage inside him finally got to him, reopening the mail again and reading it over. This time, he thought, it has to come out. He left it open on the computer. Closing the lid, he set it on the table next to the couch. Heart pounding, rage running through his veins. Emotionally distraught, not knowing what to do, needing to speak with Brandy alone, he stood up again and went for some aspirin.

Opening the bottle, he popped the top off, dropping two tablets in his hand. Opening his mouth and tossing them in, then reaching for the faucet he turned on the water, cupping his hand and filling it with the small amount of water. Tossing it into his mouth to wash the aspirin away. Brandy looked at him smiling, immediately recognizing that he was bothered by something. Wanting to comfort him, knowing she couldn’t. Laughing and talking with Catherine, pretending to be interested, all the while wanting to be with Steve, comforting him.

Steve hastily grabbed his IPOD and went back to the couch, placing the headphones into his ears. Finding the music that he could blast into his head, laying back on the couch, he closed his eyes, heart and head pounding. Listening to the music, he fell asleep.

Brandy and Catherine continued to sip on coffee, sharing stories and glancing looks. Suggestive and flirtatiously talking between themselves, Catherine began to notice how soft Brandy’s skin looked. She wanted to feel how soft her light brown skin would feel under her fingertips. Finding ways to touch her arm during the conversation, she finally placed her hand on her arm, lightly running her hand in a friendly back and forth motion. Brandy smiled and touched her hand, trying not to be obvious, however she wanted Catherine to feel comfortable with touching her.

Chapter 18 - Play Date

It was 7 am and Steve’s shift was ending, the oncoming crew was taking their place on the rig. Steve was sharing the previous day with his relief, expressing his belief that they may have an arsonist roaming the streets. It will be interesting to see where the next fire occurs, unsure yet if these two fires were related. The biggest concern for the firefighter’s is that everyone is aware of the risks, no one needs to be hurt or killed.

With his coffee mug in hand, Steve said his goodbyes with out ever saying goodbye. It was customary to leave by telling everyone “Be Safe.” Walking to his car he was accompanied by his good friend Jim. A straight-laced kind of fellow, wishing he could someday be like Steve. Steve was his mentor and boss, someone others looked up too. Jim and Steve talked about their daily plans. Telling each other to be safe, they both got into their trucks.

Steve places the key into the ignition, left hand on the steering wheel, right hand turning the key the truck sputtered. Sitting silently in thought about the day before, he searched for some heart pounding heavy metal to place into the CD player. Finally he found some good hard crunching music, turning up the volume he drove out of the parking lot. Lost in the music, trying to clear his mind of the previous day.

Approaching his home it looked so silent, wondering if anyone was awake yet. Pressing the button on the garage door opener, the door slowly opened. Slowly he pulled his truck into the normal lonely spot. Trying not to bump his Harley parked just in front of it, it was his pride and joy. He opened the door of the truck and proceeded down the driveway to retrieve the morning paper. Walking down the driveway he noticed a car approaching slower than most normal cars. Taking notice he sipped his coffee as the man stared him down as he past. Seeing the insurance agency plastered on the door, he thought how odd, most insurance agents try to look friendly. No way he would ever do business with someone like that.

As he entered the door coming from the garage he paused a moment to press the button to close the garage door. Creaking and slowly closing behind him he entered to a noise filled home. The house was not as silent as it looked, the dog excitedly wagging its tail, kids running and screaming. Catherine was busily cleaning the kitchen. Both kids stopping and running towards him, yelling “Daddy”. It sure is nice to feel loved he thought.

Setting down his things he walked over to Catherine, placing his hand on her lower back. Pulling her towards him, kissing her, hugging her, showing how much he missed her. She slightly resisted, she was busy trying to clean, and she pushed him away. Steve hated when she did that too him, the truth of the matter is he did it as well. She explained there was a lot to do, Brandy from soccer was coming over around 9 so that the kids could play.

Steve began to feel a bit nervous and excited at the same time. He always had hoped that the two loves of his life could manage to get along and possibly share. Trying to keep his cool, acting as if he did not want to be there, he acknowledges Catherine and proceeded to make a pot of coffee. Steve began to explain to Catherine that the night was long at work. He told her that he was going to relax for a few moments, however, she needed to wake him in 30 minutes.

Steve woke when the doorbell rang, in a fog he laid on the couch. Trying to open his eyes, wiping sandman out of them, he heard Brandy’s voice. A surge of adrenaline ran through his veins. As Catherine walked back to the kitchen she introduced Brandy to Steve. Hollering to the boys, they came up from the basement playroom. Soon all three boys disappeared downstairs, they could hear the boys playing and destructing.

Catherine offered Brandy some coffee, Brandy was commenting on how lovely the home was, pleasing Catherine. Brandy slowly removed her jacket, placing it on the back of a chair. Catherine noticing her fine lines, attracted to her, paying attention to how her body moved. Like a Jr. Highschooler infatuated with someone. Catherine placed their cups of coffee on the table, next to each other, talking and laughing. Steve slowly walked through the kitchen to grab a refill for his coffee, walking behind Catherine he then turned towards Brandy, making eye contact. He smiled, winked, and then licked his lips. Brandy was trying very hard to show any emotion. Suddenly Jack was hollering for help, Catherine excused herself and ran downstairs.

Steve walked over to Brandy, passionately kissing her in his own kitchen. Catherine was 14 steps away in the basement. Brandy kissed him back, then telling him to be good. Boldly Steve ran his hand through Brandy’s hair, making her melt into his hands. Running his hand down her arm, into the v-neck of her shirt, sliding his hand between into her bra. Touching her breast, playing with her nipple. Brandy placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his penis begin to swell. The kiss grew more intense, small biting of each other’s lip, passion was building.

Catherine’s voice was then heard telling the boys to play nice. Footsteps soon followed. Quickly Steve and Brandy separated themselves, Steve positioning himself behind the kitchen island. Brandy began straitening her blouse, ensuring that she looked normal. Catherine smiling, not realizing what had just occurred, picked up where they had left off.

Brandy’s heart pounding, she slowly sipped her coffee, staring into Catherine’s eyes. Catherine began to feel frisky herself, noticing the looks that Brandy was giving her, both laughing and enjoying each one another company. Brandy then decided it was time to slide her foot to Catherine’s. Making physical contact to see if she was accepting. She not only found her to be accepting, but willing as well.

Steve not missing a thing, watched intently, smiling at Brandy, knowing her game. She plays with him like that when they meet for coffee. That play almost always leads to something physical, leaving them both hopeful.

13 things I find attractive in women!

1. Eyes- When you look into that special persons eyes, how they sparkle and let you see into their heart.
2. Smile- It is that happy inviting look that draws me in.
3. Teeth-Something about the contrast between the teeth and lips, making me want to put my mouth there.
4. Hair- The way it brushes the side of the face and how it highlights the neckline.
5. Confidence- A person that is confident in themselves, not needy or dependent.
6. Hands- Soft and supple, caressing my body, I have a good imagination.
7. Breasts- Proportionate, perky, full, I just plain like them.
8. Butt- Firm and sexy, wanting to be touched.
9. Feet- How the arch runs through the foot, the toes, even the veins in your feet.
10. Hips-They highlight the butt and abdomen, making me want to look.
11. Neck- The long line of the neck, making me want to feast on your skin.
12. Abdomen- How the ribs and abdomen meet, down to iliac crest, then the navel. I love when a woman wears low cut jeans, showing it all off.
13. The complete package- The woman's body intrigues me on all levels.



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Passion

I see you standing there, the lines of your body intrigue me. I can imagine myself walking up behind you, my right hand brushing aside the shoulder length hair from your neck. Leaning over to kiss your neck, you feel my warm breath as my mouth approaches. You tilt your head making your neck more accessible. Soft tender kisses, with the occasional nipping of teeth.

My left hand slowly slides down your shoulder, then to your waist. I feel your body react, the deep inhalation causes the waist of your jeans to gape open, running a finger around your waistline. Your stomach tightens as I reach the front, slowly guiding my hand up your shirt.

My body is pressed against yours, pulling you close, the passion builds. Still kissing your neck, you surrender your body completely. You have lost the ability to control your inhibitions. Nipples erect, wanting to be released from the restraining bra, wanting to be touched, caressed, kissed. You reach up and unclasp your bra, allowing access to your breasts.

My hand reaches up and gently touches your breast, circling the erect nipple, you sigh deeply. Your hand touches mine, squeezing it to your breast. I place your nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing and pulling. Meanwhile you reach down and begin to unbutton your jeans, then reaching back up to my hand pulling it down to show me what you have done. Inviting me to continue my journey across your body, the moans, the sighs, encouraging my behavior.

You slightly turn your body so that our mouths meet. Keeping your back to me, submissively enjoying my touch. My hand continues its journey to the opening of your jeans, feeling your hips press forward to my hand. Teasing I slowly reach down and brush the pubic hair with my hand, pulling your hips back to mine. You feel my swelling organ pressing back, wanting to be unleashed.

Kissing you the passion spreads to savage wanting. Intense desire and attraction, passionate for you.

Chapter 17 - Long Day

It was just past seven thirty in the evening and it had been a long and grungy day at the firehouse. They began with a fire, followed by a relentless day of emergencies. The crew had stopped earlier that day and bought groceries for lunch and dinner. Lunch was never prepared due to the continuous emergency responses. Fast food from a taco chain was the unfulfilling snack of choice. Leaving all of them feeling empty throughout the afternoon, now it was past dinner time and they were all starving.

The ambulance crew was sent to a local Italian beef and gyro joint to pick up dinner. Time did not allow them to prepare their meals, the groceries would wait till their next shift. Steve thought he would quickly check his email before they returned. Perhaps he could even call home. Opening his email he quickly smiled, one of those naughty smiles that one gets when being devious. Brandy left him a note to call her, telling him how much she missed him. Looking at the clock and grabbing the phone he wanted to call her.

Realizing their was not much time, he decided to call home and talk with Catherine and the kids. Catherine was surprised when he called, usually he waited to talk to her till late and she would almost fall asleep to his soft spoken voice. It was like meditation to her, relaxing and comforting knowing that she was falling asleep to his voice. If she couldn’t have him lying next to her, having him talking to her was a close second. The only thing missing were his strong arms and warm body wrapping her up and holding her close.

“You are calling early” she spoke with delight. “I miss you, I love you” he said with a slight cough. The cough he always would have after a fire. She then asked him about his day, knowing he would say he went to a fire. He explained about their busy day, some serious calls and some that were complete bullshit. She could hear the exhaustion in his voice too, days like these were long and tiresome. Catherine loved to hear about his day, she knew how much passion he had for his job. She always wished she could have a passion like Steve, she wished he loved her as much as he loved his job.

She never realized how much he loved her, he would never express it the way he should. His intentions were always to tell her and show her, however, he lacked in doing so, and negligent in the passion he gave her. She always worried that she was never enough or not doing the right things for him. In reality he loved her very much, feeling he was not worthy of her.

They both told each other about their day and then Steve talked with the kids. Listening to their day always thrilled him. He felt guilt for all the time he missed at home with them, but, he also felt very fortunate. His schedule allowed him to be more involved that most dads in the neighborhood. At the bus stop he was always admired by the other moms, wishing their husbands could have the time he had with the kids. He felt very fortunate, blessed, and he adored his kids.

Catherine soon came back to the phone and explained some of the things the kids were screaming through the phone. Steve chuckled with happiness sounding happy. During the conversation Steve heard the ambulance backing into the station, interrupting Catherine he explained that dinner had arrived. She knew that it must have been a long day if they were just eating dinner. They said their goodbyes, they always included “ I love you, I miss you, think about me.” Both knew life was short and never wanted the other to doubt their love for each other.

The ambulance crew came through the door with three large brown bags. The aroma of gyros and Italian beefs mixed with French fries and onions rings permeated the air. Like animals tearing into a carcass they ripped into the bags. Each one grabbing what they had ordered. Steve opened his gyro, everything but tomatoes and extra sauce on the side. Clutching it in his hand, squeezing it tight so that nothing would fall out, hand dripping in grease, he began to devour his meal. As quickly as the bags were open the meal was gone, as if they inhaled every scrap. All the men were sat there in misery, stomachs full, not moving. Some leaning back in their chairs, hands interlocked behind their heads. Stretching back, allowing the food to find room to settle in their stomach.

Steve then pushed himself from the table, complaining and in disbelief that he ate so much food so quick. Stating his misery of being full and overeating so fast, the others agreed, they felt the same way. The newbie of the group then announced “ All we need now is a fire.” Kitchen towels flew across the room, and several profanities followed. The mere thought of putting on their gear while feeling like this was worst thing that could happen. “ If you jinxed us, I am going to kick your ass.” One of the senior firefighter’s stated.

Slowly one by one they mingled into the day room of the firehouse. All going in to put their feet up and relax, hoping that the meal would settle. As the newbie entered the room, the verbal attacks were relentless. The newbie had to learn that he should not speak of fighting fires after eating a gut wrenching meal. As soon as his butt met the fabric of his chair, the station alert tones alarmed.

The newbie was eating his words, “ Station 1,3,4,5 , a reported structure fire at 10678 Bristol Lane, reported flames seen in rear of home” Profanities ran out across the station as they were racing to the rigs. Everyone of them complaining about their stomachs, feeling bloated. Hoping that they would not puke in their masks, everyone but the newbie, they hoped he would puke in his mask.

As the rig exited the door Steve realized that this fire was in the same neighborhood as this morning’s fire. Suspicions began to rise in his head, thinking this could possibly be arson. Making this mission more dangerous in this situation, increasing dangers for him and his men So many thoughts are racing through his head, the dangers, his men, the fire itself, and his family. Fires like this always scared him, never knowing what lies ahead.

Chapters 1 through 16 for all those who asked!

Chapter 1-The Meeting

It was a dark April evening in the Midwest. The air was cool as it is most spring evenings, with the fresh spring grass smell that you get when the grass has just been cut. It was quiet as he walked along the path in the park. He came to the playground area where they promised that they would meet. He saw a tiny silhouette of woman sitting on a bench. As he got closer she smiled with that nervous, but happy to meet you smile. She looked a bit cold, and he asked if she had been waiting long. She acknowledged that she had been there for a few minutes, but her body told him longer. She explained how nervous she was to meet him, however, she desperately needed to see him.

They both met on the Internet, and both were in relationships. Both very much in love with their spouses, however, they were drawn together with a passion that they shared online. They shared the talent of writing and enjoyed sharing their stories with each other. Reading his stories she was drawn deeper and deeper into his world of seduction. He always wrote his stories with passion and desire that she was currently missing in her everyday life. She was a new aspired writer that showed much interest in his stories. After months of reading each other’s stories, they found out that they lived near each other. Only suburbs apart they decided to meet. They both felt guilty that they were lying to their spouses, but they felt connected in different way. The emotions that they shared in writing were spilling over into their everyday life. Which led to their meeting this evening.

After a few spoken words, she rose off of the bench, his arms opened up and she excitedly went to him. She had several different emotions run through her body, guilt, excitement, and that overwhelmingly appreciated feeling. He noticed the smell of her hair, her warmth, and how excited she was to finally have met him. With her arms still around him she looked up at his eyes, their lips naturally met. It felt good to kiss another man, so she kept her lips on his. He was amazed that she felt this way. It was as if the stories he wrote to her immediately drew the passion upon their meeting. Their tongues touched and he bit her lip, they way she reacted surprised him. She gave that little moan that one gives, the passion was something she hadn't felt at home in awhile.

As quickly as the kiss started, he stopped and asked what they were doing. For a slight moment they both felt a bit of quilt towards their marriages.


Chapter 2-The Park

It was late evening and Steve expected her home soon. It was not uncommon for Catherine to come home late. Working at the hospital ensured an inconsistent schedule. You can never determine how busy it will be, for everyday brings different circumstances. It was common for her to be a half hour late on a regular basis. Today she left early, not to raise his suspicions.
The kids were in bed fast asleep, the evening silence had settled over the house. He was picking up around the house, collecting laundry. Steve enjoyed making the home clean and prepared for her arrival. At dinnertime he also made a conscious effort to save her some dinner, just in case she didn't have time to eat. While he was busy he would always turn on a totally male movie. Purposeful so that she would not have to watch, they were her least favorite. Anxious and excited he waited for her return.

Meanwhile back at the park Catherine was still dressed in her pink scrubs, covered by a mid length leather jacket. The moonlight accented her beautiful neck and her eyes sparkled. The brief moment that they both thought about their marriages quickly disappeared. Paul’s hands embraced her cheeks as he kissed her. Then slowly taking his right hand he ran it through her hair. Gently massaging her scalp and he moved along, then for a brief moment he tightened his fingers to her hair. The brief tug made her feel that slight pain with pleasure feeling. Excitement raced through her body, she felt her nipples become erect. She felt the moist wetness between her legs. She could feel his excitement pressing against her belly. Both feeling like teenagers experimenting for the first time. She felt as if she couldn't move and loved the touch of something new. Hand still in her hair and his lips against hers, his tongue darted into her mouth. Taking his left hand he began to run it down the front of her coat. Running it inside, feeling the warmth of her body he ran his hand over her breast. He felt her inhale deeply and then relax again. With he thin material from the scrub top he felt her erect nipple. He knew that he had lowered her guard and anticipated his next move. His cold hand slipped onto her warm belly, making her belly tighten. He began to pull away and she grabbed his hand and placed it back onto her hip. Running his hand on her skin, it felt virgin like. Still kissing her softly and occasionally biting her lip he slowly untied her scrub pants. Gently sliding his hand down, she slightly spread her legs. At that moment Paul knew he had her at every touch, Catherine wanted him to touch her.

Suddenly headlights swept across them as car passed down the street. She stopped him suddenly and pushed away. Pulling her lips from the ecstasy that she so desired. Mixed feelings of pleasure and guilt, Catherine thought of home. Wanting so badly to feel a magical release, she began to feel her heart rate increase. Knowing she was now having doubts, Paul moved close to her re-directing her thoughts. This time he knew the play had to stop, so his hand slid back down and he entered her now. Her back arched and she felt relieved, his hand in her hair and his lips on hers. Without a seconds notice the impending release magically shook her body. All thoughts had escaped her mind as she felt the warmth surge over her. She pushed his strong hand from her body, as he smiled with enjoyment.

As quickly as all of this had started, the impending feeling of quilt overcame her. He reached out to comfort her and she quickly explained that she must go. A quick kiss goodbye, she got into her car. Now thinking about home, she had lost track of time. So she picked up her phone to tell him a lie, another late patient and I am on my way.

Steve wanted to talk while Catherine drove home, and she was trembling with fear. What if he smells his cologne if he got near. So she quickly thought up a plan. She explained that her last patient was really sick. So when I get home she explained, I need to disrobe and shower. Like many times in the past, he got clean towels and prepared once again. The shower was ready, as she came home, not even a kiss or a hug. Just a quick shower to wash away the evidence of the evening.

Downstairs he waited for her patiently. Curling up on the couch, waiting for her soft touch. A short while later she came down to see him. As he got up to greet her she walked into the kitchen. He followed her like a puppy glad to see his owner. He then leaned for forward for a kiss, and her eyes opened wide. Their lips barely touched and then she pulled away. At first Steve thought that was odd, but then thought nothing about it. She grabbed the food he had left for her and then headed for the laptop. Feeling lost to her obsession, again he felt alone. Tired he lies on the couch and desperately waited for her return.


Chapter 3-Paul’s Secret

Paul smiled and waved as he watched Catherine nervously speed away. As she turned the corner and was out of sight, he put his fingers to his nose to smell her sweetness. Liking the smell he placed his finger into his mouth, tasting her, plotting their next meeting. He began to walk home along the bike path, with that boyish smile one gets when he feels accomplished. During the walk the air was cool, but he felt flushed from what he just had done. Arriving home he pushed the garage code into the opener and waited for the door to raise.

Entering the house it was quiet, like normal. No one to ask what he had been up too. Paul enjoyed his freedom while his wife is out of town on business. His wife, Claire, was a corporate project manager. Every week, she spent a minimum of two days out of town. Paul always had doubted her fidelity towards him. As a workman's comp insurance investigator, he spent endless hours on the computer. One day at work he decided to begin writing about the people he investigates. Using his laptop, he could always find wireless Internet services during stakeouts. That is when he joined the online writers' group and met Catherine.

He rummaged through the mail and made himself a drink, Captain and diet coke being his favorite. Kicking off his shoes he went upstairs to get into something comfortable. He loved to run around the house with his favorite gym shorts, nothing else. He set his drink down and changed out of his clothes. Reaching inside to adjust himself, he felt the sticky wetness, which made him smile. If given the chance any man would walk around holding his cock in his hand, it just felt good.

He grabbed his laptop, and got comfortable lying on the bed. Checking his email first, then going to his favorite writing website. He wanted to leave Catherine a message, keep her interested and coming back for more. He saw that she had recently been online, so he began to type her a lengthy message. He began by telling her how much he enjoyed seeing her, how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. That was followed by a play by play of their meeting, and how he would like to make her feel special again. He also explained how special it was to him, how it made him feel, and he knew she enjoyed it too. He wanted her to know that his wife was frequently out of town, and how he would like her to come for a visit. Being very descriptive, he described how he wanted to please her, and that was not possible to do in a park in late September.

When he finished explaining everything in the utmost detail, he ended by telling her how close they really live. Paul had memorized her license plate, and with his investigative capabilities he found out her address. Actually, with just that little bit of information he was able to find out a lot about her. He hoped this would add excitement, making her want to meet again. He finished his email, biting his lip in anticipation for the reply email.

All worked up and no one to help please him, he would just have to take care of himself. Going to his favorite amateur porn site, he browsed for something new, something he had not seen before. Suddenly he came across an amateur home video. Watching it, he became even more aroused. Pushing his shorts down around his thighs, he began stroking himself. It always felt good to stroke his cock, even knowing the release wasn't as good as the real thing, but it would have to do today. While stroking, he would touch his nipple, pinching it, trying to stimulate himself to have a strong release. Picturing Catherine and watching the video at the same time, he lost himself in the moment. His right hand stroking his cock, hard and faster, building up speed, getting more excited. His left hand leaving his nipple, running down his stomach, and caressing his balls. The combination of feelings was bringing him closer. Then just as the release was impending, he pressed hard on the sensitive area behind his sack, pushing on the g-spot. Ejaculation sprayed his body; a multitude of sensations ran through his body. Each stroke now making him twinge from the sensitivity. And during this all, Paul imagined Catherine's mouth doing it all.

Grabbing a towel Paul cleaned himself, wiping up the small mess that he created. The amateur video had ended, so he closed that window. Even though he was somewhat exhausted he wanted to check to see if Catherine emailed him back. A simple click showed no new messages. After logging off, and shutting the computer down, Paul turned out the lights and tucked himself in. With Catherine in mind, he fell fast asleep.


Chapter 4-Lonliness

The alarm beeped waking them up at 5:30am. Steve lie there awake and alone, Catherine was asleep next to him. Steve rolled over and turned off the alarm and rolled back onto his back. He lie there in the dark, pondering the night before, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. He sat up, swinging his legs to the floor and headed to the bathroom. Catherine watched him leave the bed to go shower, wondering what was on his mind. She looked forward to every third day, Steve would go to work for 24 hours as a firefighter. It was her day to be the person she wanted to be, a day of being a single mom with kids. She enjoyed the time with the kids, but she enjoyed her time just as much. The normal routine after Steve would leave for work, she would get up make a pot of coffee and prepare to get the kids off to school. The rest of the day was purely up to her that is why she began writing.

She heard the shower stop so she just pretended to sleep. She could hear him brushing his teeth and then shave. It always did the same routine every third day. She loved that he was predictable, however, she wanted something unpredictable. She closed her eyes as he came back in the room, walking into the closet he got dressed. Soon he came back to the bed and kissed her goodbye, she would always respond with a soft kiss and a simple “love you”. She would then listen to him walk down the hallway to both kid’s rooms, she could hear him kiss them. She loved how tender he was, always knowing his love for his family.

That is why she felt so guilty the evening before, knowing she allowed another man to touch her that way. It felt good to have him touch her though, she really liked it. As soon as she heard the garage door close as he left, she reached into her dresser drawer. Pulling out her favorite purple vibrator, she snuck it under the covers. She was wearing very loose flannel pajama pants, so she untied them sliding her hand into them. She began to feel wet jus thinking about the night before, the evening’s excitement ran through her body again. She began touching herself, rubbing and pulling at her lips. Running her finger over her wet clit it felt good. Not as good as when Paul did it though, he rubbed her clit like it had never been rubbed before. He knew all the right spots to touch her, he knew how and when, things Steve hadn’t learned after 8 years. It was nice to have someone doing exactly what she wanted. Paul knew when to enter her and where to place his finger, pressing on the inner front wall. Just as quickly as she began to imagine Paul touching her, she climaxed immediately. In some way it felt as if he was there with her as she came again.

After lying there for a few minutes she decided it was time to make her coffee. She went downstairs and proceeded to get the coffee and filter ready. She emptied the coffee pot and started today’s brew. It was still early and the kids would not be awake for the next half hour. A perfect time to check her email and messages and maybe post a thing or two. As she walked to the computer she heard it was on, she became puzzled and confused why this would be. Looking at the screen her body felt flushed, anxiety raced through her skin. Paul’s message was left open for her to read.


Chapter 5 – Scared

Catherine was shaking with fear, her hands trembling. You could see the ripples in the coffee that she held with both hands. It was hard to swallow; she felt sweat beading on her brow. She could feel her heart pounding and her pulse throbbing. Feeling panicked, she had no idea what to do, should she call Steve. Overwhelmed with guilt she sat down, hands over her face, tears began to flow.

She sat in front of the computer until her son Brandon said good morning. Startled she closed the laptop so he could not see what was written. She picked up her coffee, looking at the full cup, realizing the time lost in shame. She quickly fixed Brandon breakfast, so that he could get ready for school. Kallie came down for breakfast as well. Both children were now awake and she had to compose herself.

When the kids left for school, Catherine went upstairs to soak in a bath. She still felt very nervous, Steve usually calls by this time in the morning. What must he be thinking, did he read everything Paul wrote. She placed the phone near the bathtub in case he was to call. The tub was full, she took off her sweatshirt and shorts. Gently touching the water she checked the temperature one more time, slipped off her panties and stepped into the tub. Lying down in the tub, she completely submerged her body. The hot water felt good on her skin. Prior to entering the water she felt so cold, alone and dirty. The warmth brought her to her senses; she began to relax and thought about how she ended up in this position. Why was she attracted to Paul, and why did she let this happen.

For the past several years Steve always mentions the women that he flirts with, but when Catherine mentions men, he would get upset with her. Having a man that paid attention to her and seeing her for her talents and thoughts felt good. Steve never paid close attention or cared about her writing and was somewhat jealous of it. He argued about the time she would spend writing and being consumed by her hobby. He never appreciated her; Paul appreciated and commented on her writing. He cared about her thoughts, ambitions, and aspirations.

Steve did not seem to care as much, causing her to look elsewhere for love. She remembers when they would lie in bed for hours, making love, falling asleep, and waking up to repeat the fun. They seem to be on opposite ends of the spectrum. Their lives have changed; they are different people now, both liking different things now. She still loves Steve, but not the way they used to be. Not wanting to leave she chose to stay, have an affair, and juggle the two. The affection is the element that is missing. And if she could just replace the affection all would be good at home. She did all of this for affection?

Trying to justify why she was having an affair the phone startled her thoughts. She sat up, afraid to answer, what was he going to say. So nervous to answer she did not even look at the caller id. Answering, her heart pounded, full of fear, feeling like she was going to explode. An unfamiliar voice on the other end, “ Hi Sexy”, oh my god she thought. It was Paul, how did he get her number. Guilt raced through her body, not knowing what to say, she just said “hello”. He began to tell her how much he enjoyed the other evening, how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. Expressing how good it felt to hold her close, touching her, describing her kisses. Catherine felt exposed, sitting naked talking to the man that she cheated with. Feeling extremely guilty now images of the other evening flashing in her head. Suddenly interrupted by call waiting she told Paul to hang on for a moment. “Hello” she said “Hi” it was Steve.


Chapter 6- Knock, Knock

Paul waited for five minutes, listening to the silence on the other end. Annoyed he pulled the phone away from his ear, looking at the time he had been waiting to hear her voice. Placing the phone back on his hear one last time, still silence, so he hung up the phone. Pacing the kitchen floor, he could not get Catherine out of his mind. So he decided that he would give her a surprise visit. Already dressed for the day he sprayed himself with cologne, grabbed his briefcase and went to the garage.

Being an investigator he had a box of magnetic door signs for his car. Making it easier for him to go unnoticed, ensuring that residents would not become concerned about a random vehicle sitting on the street. Contemplating between the insurance company and the utility company, he slapped the insurance signs on both sides of the car. Pressing the opener, the garage opened as he backed out onto the street.

Driving to Catherine’s house he began to plan his attack. It was only a ten-minute drive, smirking and excited to finish what he had started at the park. He couldn’t wait to see her, her beautiful green eyes, sexy neckline and sweet tasting skin. Before he knew it he was turning into her neighborhood. Looking at his paper, 9951 Lakeview Drive, a typical suburban neighborhood. Not much traffic, looking for neighborhood activity, like a burglar on the prowl. Three homes away he sees 9951 on the mailbox, the house was grey with brick veneer. A front porch ran the length of the home, nicely maintained, and fire hydrant in the front lawn for decoration.

He pulled the car to a stop in front of the garage, slowly getting out after looking at himself in his mirror. Grabbing his briefcase, looking professional, like he was there for an insurance appointment. Acting as if he were scheduled to be there, not a worry that anyone would think anything different. He rang the doorbell, waiting patiently with a smile.

Catherine peered through the glass next to the door, her eyes showed her mixed emotions. She naturally opened the door, “hello” crackled from her voice. “Hi Cath” he answered while helping himself inside. Stunned, it didn’t even occur to her that he was now inside her home. Paul knew it was safe and she was all-alone. “ I missed you,” he told her, as he leaned in for a kiss. Pushing away, she tried to begin to explain that she had made a mistake. She wanted the words to come out, but before they could, he leaned forward pressing his lips against hers. Slightly leaning over he placed his briefcase on the floor.

Grabbing her hand he walked her to back of the home to family room. She felt like she was puppet with him, he was in complete control. Again she went to speak, he placed his fingers on her lips, and “shhhh” he said. Sliding his right hand from her lips into her hair, pulling her close to him, kissing her and biting her lip. He could feel the breath he took away, motionless and willing for more he continued. His left hand went on her left hip, slowly moving to her lower back, he was strong and pulling her even closer. Her hands then went to his back, holding him as they embraced. Paul continued to kiss her passionately, slowly moving his left hand under her shirt onto her bare’ back. Her skin was soft, warm, he could feel her spine, up her back to her shoulders, and hmm no bra he thought.

Catherine felt the rush of adrenaline through her body, enjoying his touch. He was now kissing her neck, going from side to front. Slowly kissing, sucking, nibbling and not leaving marks, she could feel herself getting wet. Goosebumps were racing up and down her body. She really enjoyed this, it felt good to be touched by someone like this, not the same routine things that are done to her.

Paul knew he had her attention, he put both hands on her waist, not feeling resistance he began to remove her top. She raised her arms to help him remove it, he only took his lips off to remove the shirt, immediately he began kissing her again. Knowing this would keep her distracted and wanting more, his hands lightly grazed her breasts. Feeling her erect nipples he then ran the back of his hands down her stomach. Feeling her tighten her abdominals this exposed her waistline. By using the back of his hands he knew that she would do this, making it easier to unbutton her jeans. As his hand slipped into her waistline again he felt no resistance. He unbuttoned her pants, unzipping them then he slid his hands to her ass. She was wearing a thong, exposing the firm muscles, the tight ass that he felt the other night. Using both hands he worked the jeans from her hips, kissing her cleavage, sucking on her nipples, and then kissing her belly as he removed her jeans and panties. Lifting her legs she help pull her feet from the jeans. He looked up, her eyes were dancing with excitement, she smiled, and he smiled back. On his knees now he began kissing her hips, slowly working his way inward. He could smell her sweet juices that awaited him, he felt the surge of blood to his cock.

Pushing her back to couch she fell backward, surprised with laughter. Paul cradled her with his hands on her lower back, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Spreading her legs, using his fingers to feel the wetness that accumulated. He separated the lips exposing the clit. She was nicely shaved, with a small amount of pubic hair, the way he liked, and admiring its beauty he kissed the heavens gate.

Using his tongue he licked in upward motion, first the outer lips with a kissing and sucking technique, slowly moving to her clit. Using his fingers he totally involved the whole area, like she never felt before. His tongue concentrated on her clit, while his fingers continued to feel like magic. In an instant she felt the overwhelming explosion come over her, her body shook and quivered with joy. Normally when she came it would be quietly, today she made a very loud shriek followed with a moan.

Paul immediately stood up and undressed himself, Catherine lie there somewhat exhausted. She looked up and he was standing naked above her, caught in the moment she watched him as if they were in slow motion. He positioned her on the couch, placing her one leg over his shoulder. His cock average size, but looked very thick, and before she could stop what she knew shouldn’t happen, he slid into her. Feeling good and wrong all at the same time, she moved with him, enjoying the moment. Her hands on his butt, pulling him closer, and telling him harder, the combination of the two excited Paul. Catherine never acted like this before, she really felt into the lovemaking. Paul arched his back and she felt his cock begin to twitch, causing her to explode again. He screamed with excitement this time, Paul groaned loudly. Several hard thrusts and he fell onto her in exhaustion. “Wow” he said as he began kissing her again. Feeling as if they were in high school again, they giggled and smiled.

Catherine suddenly began pushing Paul off of her, startling him. Surprised he wondered what was going on, he didn’t hear anything, had she? “What’s going on?” Paul asked. She looked at him with fear, guilt, panic “you didn’t wear a condom.”


Chapter 7-Torn

Steve hung up the phone at the firehouse. Walking to the coffee pot to refill his cup of coffee. The guys were sitting at the dinner table eating breakfast and reading the paper, one of them noticing Steve in thought.“ Everything all right Steve” one of the guys asked,“Yeah all is good” he replied. The guys know each other well, probably better than the wives or girlfriends they left at home that morning. Spending so much time with each other they really get to know one another. Hell they would put their lives on the line for each other. So when Steve got off the phone, people noticed he was distracted.

Knowing he was being watched and the guys were curious to what was going on at home, he went to go check the truck on the floor. All he keeps thinking about was, how this could have happened. Realizing he couldn’t be all that mad, but he was. He had been having affairs for at least the last five years and she never knew or expected. So how could he be mad at her, heck he had slept with at least half a dozen women over time of their marriage.

Being a firefighter he met lots of women, many were just attracted to firemen in general. Steve was different than most of the others, he would take time to say hello and create conversation. Catherine always called him a social butterfly. The guys would ask him how he knew so many women, his answer was always “ bald is sexy” He had natural way that the others envied. It was one simple day in the grocery store when he met the first woman, Cindy. She was a stay at home mom, lonely while her husband was at work. She had mentioned that she needed some home repairs done and Steve offered to help. When he arrived at her home there were no repairs to be made. She answered the door in a bathrobe, invited him into the home. Cindy knew what she wanted, and he was oblivious to her plan. She immediately took control and once she unzipped his pants, she became his first affair.

He always felt comfortable with women, flirting and making them laugh and smile. He never felt very attractive, however, Cindy made him realize how sexy he really was. A year later Cindy’s husband was transferred to San Antonio and their relationship now consists of emails. Occasionally when they return for a visit Steve is one of the first on her list.
There were several one-night stands while gone on conferences and training sessions that was until Brandy came along. He loves her as much as he loves Catherine, but she is married as well. Juggling their relationships, finding time for each other, without disrupting home life. Brandy would call the firehouse, email him and make it a point to find time in her busy schedule to see him. He cared for her a lot, many times they want to just go home with each other, forgetting that they are married to other people.

Brandy would understand if he called her, but her husband had not left for work yet. He would have to wait till around 11 to call her. Her husband usually worked from 11-7 during the week and the occasional weekend. This allowed plenty of time for Steve to see her while Catherine was at work. They would frequently go to movies and back to his house, only while kids were in school of course. They were very discreet with their relationship and both cared deeply for each other. Steve really wanted to call her because he really needed a friend right now.

Mixed with emotions, anger was beginning to build. He felt empty inside, cold, lost and confused, and very alone. His body felt numb, his head ached, heart throbbing in his chest. He was mad as hell, sure it was double standards, but that did not matter. He loved Catherine more than he thought, a love that he had not felt for a long time, how did all of this happen. Interrupted by the fire bell, he was off to help others instead of drowning in his thoughts.


Chapter 8 – Tears

Catherine felt so dirty, she needed to shower immediately, as if that would somehow cleanse her. She could not believe that Paul did not wear a condom. Her mind was racing with the bad outcomes from not using protection. What if he has a STD or if she became pregnant? Steve would find out, how would she explain that to him.

Paul was trying to tell Catherine that he had a vasectomy, however she kept carrying on. He couldn’t interrupt her, she was ranting and wouldn’t stand still. Paul began to put on his shorts, beginning to get dressed. “So your just going fuck me and leave, that is all I am good for?” Catherine was pissed. Paul couldn’t believe the reaction he was getting, trying to interrupt her again to explain. Hoping to calm her fears, trying to put her mind at ease.

She covered herself with a towel, explaining to him that he must leave. She wanted no more of this, it was wrong, a mistake and will never happen again. She also explained that their relationship was over. Picking up his shoes throwing them at him, handing him his clothes insisting that he leave.

Paul hurriedly got dressed, and once again tried to explain and she wanted nothing to do with him. Pushing him out the door, he felt used and betrayed as well. Tucking in his shirt as he got into his car. Throwing his briefcase into the front passenger seat. With his fists he pounded on the steering wheel. Frustrated that she felt this way, they had developed a strong relationship online. She told him that she wanted this, and now she wants nothing with him. What the fuck he thought, “women” he said out loud. He started the car, cranked up the stereo and sped away screeching the tires. Leaving black marks on the street as evidence of his visit.

Catherine ran upstairs to bathroom, and turned on the shower. She was crying, regretting what she had done. How could she have done this to Steve? He has always been faithful to me, loves me, supports me and loves me for who I am. She felt low as the betrayal weighed on her mind. The shower was now hot, she stepped in letting the water wash her skin. Wishing that it washed away the sin and what ever else that Paul may have given her.

She took the hand held shower and tried to wash out her vagina the best she could. Hoping that the hot water would cleanse her even more. She knew deep down that the damage had been done. Paul used her for sex, she felt used, all of these emotions coming over her. She placed the showerhead back into its holder, and then she crouched up in a ball on the shower floor weeping. Tears flowing from her face like water falling from a waterfall.

Meanwhile as Paul drove home he was angered by what just happened. He could not believe that she would think that he had an STD or get her pregnant. How could she say that about him, who does she think he is? Paul treated her like she wanted to be treated, or how he thought she wanted to be treated. She never told me no! She wanted it, as much as he did, she never pushed away. Thinking about it even more, like her husband is this saint, like he has never done anything remotely close to this. All guys do, he knows so many of his friends that fucks around on their wives. Steve is no different than me he thought. It was at that moment that he had that evil little snicker that one gets when planning an attack on someone. The light bulb got very bright at that moment. He would prove to Catherine that he is no different than Steve. I will investigate him and prove that he is just like me he thought.

He began planning Steve’s demise, pictures and video would be the best. Catherine and Paul’s relationship may be over, but Paul is going to have the last word. He wanted to destroy Steve and Catherine at this point. It will happen he thought, she would never forget about me, I would always be the one to show her the truth. From that point on, Paul began his next investigation.


Chapter 9 – Lovers

Steve’s shift ended at 630 in the morning. It was most common for the relieving crew to arrive a half hour prior to shift change, allowing off going firefighter’s to leave a bit early if need be. Some of the firefighters would rush home so that their spouses could leave for work, others would head off to their second employer. One firefighter would stop to have coffee with his girlfriend.

Brandy would wait patiently at Starbucks in the morning. Usually reading a book, hoping that Steve would be on time, sometimes he would go on a late call, cutting their time together short. She really enjoyed this part of her day, granted it was every third day when he got off work, however, it was an almost perfect relationship. She loved seeing his smile when he saw her, his swagger as he walked through the door. He was confident with himself, with their relationship. In public he would be very respectful, not to expose their feelings in public. People could tell though that they were in love, you could see it in their smiles. She really enjoyed having there usually thirty to forty five minutes of conversation. They would then drive separately to the movie theatre lot down the street. Meet again, hug, kiss and go on with their day.

That was the part of the meeting that she loved the most. The way he made her feel, still nervous, his touch calming her, making her feel secure. She loved that when he kissed her, he would run his hand along the side of her face. Looking into her eyes, not closing them to kiss her, making the kiss so much deeper than at home. His hand would naturally run into her hair, the roughness of his hand combined with his tender touch. And when he hugged her, he would completely wrap his arms around her, pulling her close, hugging her like she has never been hugged before. So much love, so much comfort, so much security to be held like that.

Steve’s relief arrived early as usual and he went to his jeep. Stereo jamming as always, he would lose himself in thought on his way to meet Brandy. Excitement filled his body as he drove to Starbucks. Every third day was not enough in his mind, he wanted this to be a daily occurrence. He love spending time with her, she made him feel whole. She appreciated everything that he was, something that he had lost with Catherine. Brandy was special, and he had no explanation for his feelings towards her. He loved her a lot, cared for her deeply and was still married to another woman. He felt awkward having two loves in life, two women he cared so much about, two women that he could not live without.

When he arrived at Starbucks he would purposely park next to her car. Climbing out he could see her inside reading. Their eyes met and smiles illuminated both of their faces. Releasing those endorphins that made you feel good all over. Walking through the door he noticed her hair, pulled back in a ponytail. Exposing her luscious neck that he so much desired. Her green eyes would draw him in and the beautiful smile she had for him. The combination of those elements was as sweet as dark Godiva chocolate. Ordering his black coffee, he would look over his shoulder, glancing at her, infatuated with her beauty.

Sitting down at the table she put her book down. They conversed about their spouses, kids and normal daily life. Both in tune with each other’s marriages and families. Knowing that each other play an important role in the success of their marriages. Having each other allowed them the comfort of a close friend with occasional benefits of lovers. This time though, Brandy talked of home a bit differently. Steve knew that her husband was controlling and verbally demeaning to her. She then looked at him somewhat ashamed, hurt, afraid to tell him that Nick held her captive during their last fight.

She then told Steve that she was contemplating divorcing Nick. She explained how much more abusive Nick has become over the past several months. Never hitting her, however, the verbal abuse has taken its toll. She was tired of being treated that way and knew with Steve’s love and support she could finally leave. She explained that she did not love Nick anymore. How could anyone that says they love me, treat me so horribly. Steve comforted her and told her, he loved her and would do anything he could for her.

Brandy’s eyes momentarily welled up with tears, Steve reached out and held her hand. For the first time he physically showed his love in public, he cared for her so much. Steve also had tears in eyes, and she reached up to wipe them away. They both smiled with that emotional laugh one gets. He then told her he had something he wanted to share with her. He began to look very serious as if he were afraid to share it with her. “What is it” she said.

“I know for a fact Catherine is having an affair.” She felt bad, although, very happy at the same time. Almost hopeful that this may be what they need to be together forever. She could see the pain in Steve, explaining to her how he found out that Catherine was having an affair. He also told her that it was not any different than what they were doing themselves. He felt confused, angry and relieved all at the same time.

He did not want to end his relationship with Catherine, she was the mother of his children. He did not want anything to disturb the children’s lives. The children deserve a happy home with parents that care for each other. Steve and Catherine still cared for and loved each other, but the passion has been lost. Brandy understood how Steve felt. That is why they met, why they are such close friends. Their lives were similar in many ways, which is why their relationship had become so strong. The passion they feel for each other is unexplainable. They both needed to make love to each other, they needed that love right now.

Looking down at his watch Steve interrupted the conversation. It seems their time together has exceeded their normal meeting time. Caught up in emotions and love for each other, they could talk and spend all day together. Standing up, and grabbing their stuff they both walked out to parking lot. Reaching the cars, Steve put his coffee on the hood of his jeep. Surprising her he wasn’t waiting for the routine theatre parking lot, he spun her around pulling her close. Hugging her like he was never going to let go, she hugged back. Explaining that she would be there for him, Steve explained he would there for her. Slightly releasing her he placed his forehead on hers, smiled while looking into her green eyes. As if he could sense her desire, his rough hand came to her cheek, pulling her face closer until their lips touched. His hand sliding back into her hair, gently pulling her lips closer, biting and sucking on her lower lip as he kissed her. Their passion and love in the open for everyone to see.

Meanwhile across the parking lot sat Paul, smiling, knowing that he was right all along. Licking his lips like a wolf preparing to kill its prey. His camera pulled up to his eye, his finger rapidly pushing the button. While the prey waited, blissfully unaware of the danger in the distance.


Chapter 10-Reflection

Steve arrived at home, just as Catherine was leaving for work. A brief moment together is was they have grown used to over the years. They worked around each other’s schedules so that they could provide childcare. Sacrificing time together, ensuring that the children would have a better upbringing. Never having to go to daycare or to a daily babysitter, they were determined to provide for their children.

The kids had already gotten on the bus and wouldn’t be home until 3:45. Catherine reminded Steve of the piano lessons at 5:30, gave him a brief kiss, grabbed her lunch and hurriedly ran out the door.

The dog was happy to have him home, wagging her tail and brushing up against him. Steve thought about how nice it was for someone to miss him, even if it was only the dog. The dishes were piled up in the sink, and dishes were still left on the table from breakfast. The dishes in the dishwasher were the ones he washed before he left for work. He began putting clean dishes away, cleaning up the kitchen.

Done with the kitchen he then when upstairs to shower and change for the day. The house so empty and quiet, peaceful from the turmoil in his life. As he got undressed he then decided to lie in bed naked. The sheets felt sensual on his skin, clean and fresh, slightly cool against his skin. The cool sheets then began to feel warm, comfortable, making him sleepy.

He began thinking about his situation and how he could be with Brandy. Knowing deep inside that he couldn’t hurt his kids. Leaving Catherine would hurt the kids more than he could imagine, his heart began to hurt, he could not do that to them. He loved them more than anything else in the world. When people saw the three of them together, it was the picture perfect father that everyone imagined. It made him think about how good of a father he was, good husband he wasn’t.

He wanted to be Catherine’s everything, however, he felt by her time spent on hobbies and crafts, she enjoyed them much more than she enjoyed him. The latest obsession of her Internet writing consumed her spare time. Leaving Steve empty and alone, Brandy made him feel complete. Causing him to become numb around Catherine. Their relationship taking the toll of the busy lives they lead and not taking time for themselves like they used too. They both went outside of the relationship instead of finding each other.

Steve began to have a headache, pulling back the sheets he went to the bathroom for medication. He opened the shower door, turned on the shower and then headed to medicine cabinet. Opening the bottle he took four Advil, placing them in the palm of his hand. He opened the shower, and then threw the medication in his mouth, drinking from the showerhead to wash them down. The water was hot on his skin, almost burning, raining down on him it felt good. Closing his eyes he tried to lose himself again, trying to think of past trips into the mountains.

No matter of what he would try to do to escape the drama in his life, he would always think of Brandy. She consumed his thought process night and day. He imagined being with her all the time. Occasionally he could focus on Catherine, however, not very often. He often wished that they were friends, hanging out and doing things together. He often imagine them going to the Zoo, baseball games, trips, sitting by the bon fire. That would be the perfect relationship, having both women in his life. How could he convince them of that, he often joked with Brandy about his thoughts of the three of them?

Brandy always said she was willing to share him, as long as they were together. They even joked about how she would be willing to sleep with Catherine. She loved him enough that she would do anything he asked of her. Catherine on the other hand would never agree to that, she was too proper to even imagine doing something of that nature. He would joke with her about including another woman, always receiving a very disapproving look from her.

Turning off the shower, Steve lost track of time. Looking at his watch, his shower lasted over twenty minutes. It was easy to lose track of time when he thought about the two loves in his life. He finished drying off, shaved and got dressed.

He then went to his computer for his daily routine, checking the local newspapers online, then his email. Looking at his email, he had received his team roster for the park district soccer team. Steve had been volunteer coaching for the past five years. He loved spending time teaching and having fun with the kids. Making him feel as if he were a kid again. Scrolling through the roster he was amazed at who had been placed on his team. The opportunity for Catherine and Brandy to meet was going to become a reality. Brandy’s son Austin was placed on Steve’s team.


Chapter 11 – Sick

Driving to work that morning Catherine felt sick to her stomach. She hated mornings where Steve would arrive home and they would say hello in passing. It made her feel lonely and unappreciated, resulting in her affair with Paul. The combination of her loneliness and Steve’s jealousy caused her to waiver in the relationship.

His jealousy would always rear its evil head especially when she had been at work, especially on those days that she was late coming home. He perfectly understood how the hospital worked, but he chose to believe there was always more going on than there really was. Steve met Catherine in the hospital, he was the biggest flirt with all of the staff and still was to this day. He lived the double standard where it was ok for him, however, it was wrong for her.

She began to wonder if he were always faithful to her, knowing deep down he would never do anything to hurt her. She often wondered that if he was jealous not because she was in the wrong, rather he was, and his guilty conscience was showing through. Again she always believed that he was just as devoted to her as she was of him.

With all these thoughts racing through her mind the drive to work seemed shorter than normal. As she pulled into the hospital the ambulance bay was full of ambulances. This signified that it was going to be another day in hell. Her stomach upset, still churning, aching, and making her want to throw up.

Even though she knew that it was too early to tell, she couldn’t stop thinking whether or not this could be morning sickness. If she were pregnant her life would come crashing down, proving that Steve was right about her infidelity. What if she had an STD, the more she thought about all this, her stomach got tighter, almost doubling her over in pain.

As the firemen exited the double doors they acknowledged her, smiling back, they found her attractive. A few sexual innuendos were exchanged between them and laughter followed. In an instant she then realized that men do find her attractive. Like Steve did in the early years of their marriage.

She felt flattered and for a moment relieved that if something were to happen between her and Steve, there would be plenty more opportunities. Suddenly she felt confused about everything that was going on in her life. One moment she feels guilty, the next she is thinking about sex with other men. What had the experience with Paul done to her?

It was like he opened a door that has been closed for many years. Is that what marriage does to a relationship. Over the years of marriage did she forget how to love and make things feel new? Did she get complacent with Steve? Did she take him for granted? Did they allow their busy lives consume their relationship, forgetting to appreciate the one thing that brought them together in the first place, Each other!

As she approached the emergency room, she reached out with her left hand, pressing the large square button on the wall. The double doors swung open, the busy emergency room awaited her, patients in the halls, cardiac monitors beeping. The sights and sounds bringing her back to realality. She quickly placed her things in her locker and immediately went to work.

She received her room assignments from the charge nurse. Looking at the board she saw she had a patient in room 10, the gynecological room, “great” she thought. With a smile on her face, she knocked on the door and entered. Walking into the room she was greeted by a beautiful mid 30’s woman. She was wearing sweatshirt and jeans, her skin was slightly tan, and she noticed a wedding band on her finger. Her right hand was feverishly playing with the wedding band. The woman was biting her lower lip, seemingly nervous. “ So what brings you here to see us today?” Catherine asked. Then there was a long pause, so Catherine asked the patient again, this time placing her hand on her shoulder. Displaying a touch of comfort is what she hoped for, the patient looked up at her, and said, “ I don’t want you to think I am a horrible person.”

Catherine assured her that she was here to help, making the woman feel her sincerity. Looking at her feet, afraid to look up, the woman began to tell Catherine a familiar story. She explained that she willingly met a man from the Internet, during the course of this meeting the man touched her and it began to feel really good. Soon thereafter the man became aggressively more sexual, forcing himself onto her, not using a condom. Some of the descriptions reminded Catherine immediately of Paul. The woman repeatedly told her she enjoyed the experience, however, she had concerns of pregnancy and STD’s and wanted to talk to a professional.

Catherine’s stomach suddenly twisted tighter than ever, she could feel herself blushing, radiating that red look of guilt. She couldn’t say a word, her mouth open, speechless, feeling as if she were the patient herself. Everything about her life was spiraling out of control in her mind. She actually felt dizzy, dazed, confused, and helpless.

As the patient looked at Catherine “Nurse, nurse are you alright?”


Chapter 12 – Confrontation

Catherine excused herself from the patient’s room, setting her chart down at the nurse’s station, she quickly disappeared into the restroom. Her stomach feeling as if someone had reached inside of her and grabbed her intestines, twisting and pulling at them, almost doubling her over. Suddenly she experienced the metallically taste in her mouth, she quickly kneeled in front of the toilet, everything she had eaten that morning lay in the water. Wiping the drool from her mouth she felt a bit better for the moment. Gathering her composure she stood at the sink. Turning on the water, she looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked pale and ashen, like she had seen a ghost. She took a handful of water and rinsed her mouth. Using both hands she scooped the water and splashed her face, causing her eyeliner to run. She quickly used the paper towels to dry her face, before ruining the rest of her makeup. Using her finger she gently tried to fix the eyeliner. Adjusting her scrub top she smiled at herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that she looked good enough to exit the bathroom.

Exiting the bathroom co-workers noticed how pale she looked. She could feel people looking at her, afraid to ask if she felt all right. Offering peace of mind to those who were worried, she blamed her stomach on breakfast. Sweat still beaded from her forehead, and the pain had returned to her stomach. She was hoping that they would send her home, however, Steve was home. How could she go home, he would know immediately that something was wrong?

Back at home Steve was busy making phone calls to the parents of the soccer team, discussing their first practice, and telling the parents his expectations - a somewhat tedious process. Feeling almost celebratory he called Brandy, he felt that now he could call her and the phone bill would not look so obvious. Almost relieved that he wouldn’t have to hide this portion of his relationship anymore.

When she answered the phone, her voice sounded so comforting. He could see the smile in her voice during their conversation. Brandy already knew the soccer routine from listening to Steve for the past few years. They talked about normal day to day things that they always talked about. They always shared everything with each other. Like most friends they shared everything.

When talking to Brandy, he felt like they were meant to be friends. It all began as two married adults looking for someone to listen, someone from the outside that would just listen. Over time their friendship grew past just friendship, they became closer than two married people should become. Even though they had feelings for each other, they also respected each other’s relationships at home.

Neither of them could ever figure out how to explain their relationship, but both enjoyed each other’s company. Now with Brandy getting a divorce, Steve was beginning to question his own relationship more than ever before. In the back of his mind he was beginning to imagine life with her. Especially if Catherine had found someone new, she would want her new love.

Suddenly the sound of the garage door opening, Steve looked out the window to see Catherine home early. He abruptly ended the phone call with Brandy with a quick “I love you.” Hitting the end button on the phone, Catherine walked through the door, pressing the garage door closed. “ Catherine are you ok,” he asked. “ No I have been throwing up all day, I am going up to bed.” She said.

She hurriedly ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. He heard the toilet lid hit the back of the toilet, followed by sounds of sickness. Feeling bad for his wife, he went to the kitchen, to get her a soda. He opened the cabinet, grabbing a fire department plastic cup and plastic straw. Using his forefinger he opened the can of sprite and poured it into the cup, placing in the straw, that was the way she liked to drink her drinks.

He casually walked upstairs to the bedroom. Checking to see if there was anything he could do to make her feel better. He did not realize that this was all stressed induced. All day long she had been experiencing anxiety attacks followed by a moment kneeling in front of the toilet.

Catherine was wiping her mouth, followed by standing in front of the sink. Again she rinsed her mouth. Steve handed her the sprite “ I thought this might settle your stomach.” “ Thanks” she said, placing her lips on the straw, drawing in the Luke warm carbonation. The taste of the soda was almost refreshing compared to the acid taste that she had just experienced. He then kissed her forehead.

He could see the look of sadness in her eyes. Steve could tell that something was weighing heavy on her mind. His intentions were to bring up the email from Paul, but this was not the time. He could tell she was scared, there was fear in her eyes. Sensing her emotions, Steve chose to hold her tight instead. Catherine wanted to pull away she felt so guilty of what she had done. Thinking, how can he hold me like this after what I have done? The guilt kept building inside of her, not knowing of his secret love. Steve tried to kiss her, all she could do was give him a peck. Using the sickness as an excuse not kiss him back. She felt dirty, and the sickness was a good excuse.

She walked over to the bed, pulled the covers down, and climbed into bed. Curling up like a ball, trying show little emotion. Feeling bad for her, wanting to comfort her, Steve pulled the covers back as well. Climbing into bed he snuggled up next to her, pulling her close, he could feel that she was crying. He was not going to ask why, he already knew the answer, and so he just pulled her closer. Wanting her to feel loved comforted, she was his wife and he loved her.


Chapter 13 – The Game


It was a warm spring afternoon, with a cool breeze, the sun was warm as it touches the skin. You could smell the fresh cut of grass in the air, hearing lawn mowers in the distance. Everything looking so green, the deep fresh green that one only see’s during the spring.

Steve was loading the soccer balls into the van, checking the bag of balls, making sure he had the cones and first aid kit. Catherine hollered from inside the house “are you forgetting anything?” “No” he hollered back. Soon there after Jack and Sam came out in their soccer uniforms, anxious to go play. Both climbed into their seats of the van and rapidly put on their seat belts. Eating a small snack for energy before they play. Soccer was always at five thirty in the evening, right in the middle of normal dinnertime. This meant that most nights the family would not sit down for dinner until seven or so, by then everyone would be starving.

Catherine came through the garage door looking radiant, sunglasses, and a cute pink baseball cap with ponytail. Steve loved that look, instantly raising an eyebrow. She knew that smile that he had, shaking her head with a smirk on her face “ just get in” she told him. The guilt of her affair surged through her body. Knowing that Steve knew what she had done, he has never brought it up, and he continues to love her like it never happened. How could she have had an affair, done this to the man that cares so much for her?

Driving to the game things seemed very normal, conversation was going extremely well, and they always had a strong relationship. Steve’s biggest problem was controlling his sexual appetite. Not realizing that his strong sexual appetite was being given to Brandy and not Catherine, as he should be. During their conversation Steve was thinking about Brandy, wondering how the two women of his life would get along. His biggest fantasy of getting Catherine and Brandy together may soon come true. Brandy and Steve often discussed this fantasy, and she was always willing, just unsure how to make it a reality.

Catherine never really had that desire, he knew that, therefore, Steve hid Brandy and kept her all to himself. Many times during their relationship he wanted to tell her about Brandy, never knowing how, he kept a secret, hidden from the woman he loves.

Arriving at the soccer field families were arriving, kids all dressed and ready to go. Soccer jerseys, tall socks to their knees, small cleats on their feet. The kids really looked cute all dressed up to play. Steve pulled up next to the field, and opened the back of the van. Grabbing the equipment needed for the day. Jack and Sam soon followed, running and pushing as all kids do. Steve tossed a couple of balls out to them so they could begin practicing goals. Catherine in the meantime was getting her lawn chair, placing it along the sidelines.

She loved to watch Steve coach the kids. He had a fun loving demeanor with the kids, chasing them acting like a kid himself. Making it fun for all out there playing. She liked how he was always willing to make things a positive impact for the kids. Wanting them to enjoy playing, without the persistent demands of their parents. She also loved his smile and laughter, something that she missed around the home.

Staring at Steve, lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the 5’ 4 woman that placed her chair next to hers. “Hi I am Brandy” she heard, breaking her concentration. She noticed this small beautiful woman, with gorgeous hazel eyes, cute smile and cutely dressed. Somewhat attracted to her beauty Catherine said “hello” with that same quirky smile she gave Steve. “I am the coaches wife Catherine,” she said.

Brandy already knew that, and their conversation began. Brandy always knew Steve’s intentions for the two women to meet, but not knowing how, afraid that he would expose everything to Catherine. Ruining any chance he had to fulfill his fantasy, knowing that, Brandy entered the endangered waters.

Brandy found it easy to talk with Catherine. She already knew so much about her, acting as if they were best friends from high school. Catherine unknowingly shared things with Brandy that she already knew, Brandy acted as if she knew nothing. The two smile and laughed, Brandy occasionally would place a hand on Catherine’s arm during conversation. Brandy was not afraid to intrude into her personal space, she wanted to get close to her, wanting her to feel relaxed and comfortable. Brandy was quite surprised at how easy it was to win Catherine’s friendship.

Steve glanced over during practice and enjoyed the thought that the two women were getting along. Brandy’s little boy Jake was standing next to Steve so she smiled and waved, and Jake smiled and waved back. Steve doing everything in his power not to wave and smile back. Brandy knew this as well, playing games with him, oh how fun this is going to be she thought. Steve forced himself from staring at the two women, quickly directing the kids to a ball drill. Trying very hard to concentrate on the kids, he would glance at the women chatting and smiling. Getting along better than he could have hoped for, somewhat scared, not knowing what the two were discussing.

Steve continued practicing with kids until it was game time. He met with the other coach to make sure that they were on the same page, they quickly positioned the kids on the field. Blowing his whistle the kids began to play, hearing the parents yell words of encouragement for their children. Steve felt awkward, trying to instruct the kids, distracted by the two loves of his life. Hearing their voices yelling together, both encouraging each other’s child.

As things were going well for Steve, he had no idea what danger he was in, both women sitting next each other laughing, talking, touching, becoming friends. Something he hoped and dreamed for many times, it was becoming a reality. After the game he walked over to the two women smiling and happy. Catherine willingly introduced Brandy to Steve, with the quirky smile Steve said “hello” Catherine saw the glimmer in his eyes, knowing that Steve liked her type. Surprisingly Catherine then asked Brandy over sometime “bring Jake and we will let the kids play while we chat” Brandy smiled and agreed. Steve was shocked, almost in disbelief, agreeing to have them over as well.

Meanwhile while the three of them enjoyed each other, danger lurked a soccer field away. Discreetly in his lawn chair, Paul sat with camera, photographing what others thought to be the game. His fury raged as he watched through his lens.


Chapter 14 – New Day

It was five am and Steve’s alarm annoyingly beeped, his arm swung over the pillow and hit the snooze button. Just ask quick as dosing off the alarm quickly began buzzing again. He reached over and slowly turned off his alarm. Lying there he thought of the workday that lie ahead. Gradually he rolled over and slid his legs to the floor, sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes. Standing, then staggering to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

A normal morning routine for Steve, Catherine stayed in bed, quietly asleep. Steve waited for the water to warm up and then climbed into the shower. The water rained down on him, tilting his head back, letting the water run over his face, waking him. He grabbed his bar of soap and he began to lather his body, face then arms. Slowly he ran the soap in circular motions around his chest. Soon his thoughts raced to the evening before, Brandy and Catherine talking, smiling and enjoying each other’s company. As with most men his thoughts then turned sexual in nature. Finding himself naturally aroused, he began to lather his penis, feeling good he placed the bar of soap back into the dish.

Turning his back to the water so that he wouldn’t wash away the lather, he slowly began stroking himself. Images of his two women touching and smiling giving him and extra charge that he needed. As his hand moved faster and faster, standing was becoming more difficult. He could begin to feel weakness in his knees. Now his thoughts were strictly on accomplishing his task, the feeling was stronger almost unbearable. Finally the release of tension sprung from his penis, giving him the ultimate pleasure that he so desired.

Turning around he washed off the lather like mixture that he had created. Grabbing the soap and rewashing himself, he used caution around his penis. The sensitivity still felt good, however, time was of the essence. Quickly he finished his shower so that he could get ready for work.

Meanwhile Catherine lay in bed listening to Steve shower, wondering what was taking him longer than normal. Soon thereafter she heard the shower turn off and the door open. Knowing his morning routine, she pictured every movement he was making in the bathroom. As he came out of the bathroom she pretended to be asleep. Not wanting to confront him this morning, she lay there still, not moving. Soon he came over and kissed her, telling her that he loved her, she mumbled, “Love you.”

Hearing the door close she raised out of bed, wearing one of Steve’s fire t-shirts and her underwear. She walked over to the computer and hit the power button, waiting for it to warm up she ran into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet reading her fluff book she began to think about Brandy, she smiled to herself thinking of how cute and nice she was. Surprisingly she began to feel a bit aroused thinking about Brandy. Something that had never even crossed her mind before, she had thought about how attractive women were but not sexually.

Finishing in the bathroom she went back to the computer, logging in to see her email. Scrolling through she came across one that caught her attention, an email from Brandy how ironic she thought. She could feel the excitement as she about to see what she had to say.

As she read the email it mentioned that she had gotten her email address from the mass email sent out by Steve for soccer. She also told Catherine how much she enjoyed meeting with her and how much fun she had meeting her. She also asked Catherine when they could get the kids together for a play date. Including that she would bring the Margarita fixings for the adults. Catherine was beaming with a smile, feeling frisky about the situation she was confused about herself. Wondering if Brandy felt the same way, curious like a junior high school kid.

She replied back to Brandy telling her the next day would work out well for the play date. She also mentioned the possibility of Steve being home as well. She included her phone number and directions to the house. Not knowing that Brandy had called and been there several times before.

Hitting send then naturally hitting the next button, she sat there dumbfounded. Not knowing what to think and almost afraid to read. Paul had emailed her, she began to read what he had to say. He sounded so sincere and sweet, like the day they had met. Telling her how much he missed talking with her and sharing his days with her. Very little flirtation and a lot of sweet, which is what Catherine, always loved about talking with him. Her frisky mood was tempting her greatly at the moment. And with out hesitation she hit the reply tab. knowing that she shouldn’t, but the temptation was so irresistible.


Chapter 15 – Touched


Catherine stepped away from the computer feeling very frisky, she had the desire to feel her body orgasm. Steve had left for work, the house was still, kids still sleeping. She quietly went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her, pushing the button lock on the door. Removing her shirt while walking to the bed, her finger circling her erect nipple. Approaching the bed she bent over and reached into her dresser drawer, moving aside her panties, hidden at the very bottom was her favorite toy. A small pink vibrator that had a slight curve near the tip, the surface was a soft latex material that felt sensual against her skin.

Slowly removing her panties she climbed back into bed. Lying there she began to fantasize about Paul. Her sexual desires raging inside, in her mind she began to replay naughty things she had done. She began to imagine Paul in her bedroom, undressing her against her will. Knowing that it was wrong to undress, she did it anyways. She enjoyed feeling powerless, taken advantage of, helpless. Images in her mind raced vividly as if it were real.

Her hands were touching her body, hands running down her sides, as if Paul was there himself. As she became more aroused she began to touch her nipples more aggressively. Circling then pulling ever so slightly on them, feeling the nerves tug all the way to her vagina. She liked the cool feel of the sheets against her body as well. As her hands ran up and down her body, her fantasy seemed so real. Catherine’s hands slowly made their way down her abdomen, slowly across the little hair, then to her smooth lips. She felt the wetness that surfaced, running her finger through it.

Reaching for her toy she turned it on, placing it between her legs. The low vibration made her tingle, all the way to her toes. Touching her breasts with one hand, holding the vibrator with the other. Her body was building up with tension, wanting to release it, slowly working herself through the roller coaster effect that she always enjoyed.

Finally she imagines Paul spreading her legs and climbing on top. The images are enough as her body convulses in pure delight. An explosion of pure pleasure, relaxing and refreshing. As if her body took a deep breath at the start of a new day. A smile and then giggle as she pulled the blankets up over her body to calm down. No Steve to cuddle with and feel loved.

Thinking about Steve gave her a brief moment of guilt of her sexual fantasy. How wrong it would be to do that with Paul, however, the thought of being naughty was as good as having the release. As she lies there she became confused. Wondering why she enjoyed what she had done with Paul, initially she felt guilty, now she was thinking about doing it again. She began thinking about Brandy, how she was attracted to her as well. Knowing she had never really been attracted to women before.

Steve always had the typical male fantasy of two women, worried about sharing him it had never crossed her mind. Maybe it was because she had cheated on Steve that she was even considering this adventure. It was more than that though, sexually she was screaming for more attention. She liked being touched, feeling the touch of someone else’s hand on her body. It gave her that good tingly feeling that all of us enjoy, wrong and right in so many different ways.

Suddenly her thoughts were broken by a light knock, knocking at the door. Hurriedly she grabbed her panties and shirt. Grabbing the toy she tossed it in the drawer, pushing it closed. Quickly she slid the shirt back over her head, pulling her out of the back of the neckline. Walking and stepping into her panties, as she approached the door, reaching slowly as she smoothed out her shirt. Turning the handle, the button lock popped out, trying to make it less obvious with her thumb. Her son was awake and wanted to be snuggled.

They both climbed into bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over them. Catherine turned on the morning news. Lying there holding her precious little boy, who is not so little anymore, next to her. His little body all stretched out, holding his mom close.


Chapter 16 – Close to home

Lying in bed Catherine always enjoyed these moments with the children, snuggling and holding them close. Not too far in the future, the kids were going to outgrow this point in their lives, the thought saddens her. Watching her son sleep it seemed as if he were growing in front of her eyes. She remembers how little he used to be, not a child anymore, but a kid.

Suddenly her thought process was interrupted by the breaking news. Medivac crash kills crew and patient, in a nearby suburb. She knew many of the medivac crews, hoping it was no one she knew, but chances are she does. Showing the crash site live, nothing was left, everything disintegrated in the fireball. The realities of the job were clear, at any moment life can change in an instant she thought. She often worried about Steve at work, knowing he wouldn’t do anything to risky. That didn’t keep her from worrying everyday he was gone.

At the firehouse that morning Steve and his crew were also watching the morning news coverage of the crash. Many medics moonlight on the helicopters, all of them hoping and praying that it was not someone that they knew. The smell of coffee permeated the air in the fire station. The normal morning laughter was silenced by the tragedy. No matter where in the nation or the world for that matter, firefighters take notice when these tragedies happen. Thinking of their own families, what if this news broadcast were of them. At any moments notice they all realize that life is bigger than themselves. In one instant it could be them that the nation and world are hearing about.


The silence was broken by an incoming alarm, dryer fire, not the way anyone wants to start his or her morning. Hurriedly the firefighter’s all dressed, and Steve climbed aboard with his coffee. His driver often wondered if he would ever spill a drop, calmly and deliberately he would sip his coffee trying to calm his own nerves. It was part of his stagger that everyone knew. He was never too excited going to a fire, always calm on the outside. Inside he felt as nervous as the rest, always displaying his calmer side as leaders should.

As his rig approached the scene, smoke billowed from the structure. Black heavy smoke, he could taste it before they ever exited the rig. Looking at the building he made a quick decision on how to attack the beast that awaited him. People stood in amazement watching him and his men prepare to battle. Like soldiers sizing up their enemies, deciding the method of attack.

In the yard stood a family, children in school clothes, ready for school. Mom in her bathrobe holding them close. Friends bringing blankets to keep them warm, the neighborhood was gathering. You could see the fear in their faces as they watched. Steve asked if everyone had escaped, everyone but the family dog.

Within an instant Steve and his crew entered, quickly disappearing into the smoke. Seconds later the audience noticed the smoke changing colors, black to grey, then white. Meanwhile other trucks began arriving to assist with the fire. It was matter of seconds and the fire was extinguished. As firefighters exited the building the men stepped through the smoke, as if it were a curtain at the theatre. People standing watching, as if they are watching a show for their own entertainment. Meanwhile a family stands their devastated looking at their home.

Standing by the rig, shedding their gear the fire investigator came over to talk with Steve. The investigator Earl, an older gentleman that had seen his days in the firehouse, cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. White helmet on his head, fire coat draped open, three quarter rubber boots on his feet. Camera and clip board in hand, asking Steve about what he had seen upon his arrival. Standard questioning of a fire officer during an ongoing investigation.

As crews were cleaning up equipment, Steve and Earl walked through the soot and water, entering the building. Steve explained his actions, photos taken, small talk between the two. As Steve entered the laundry room he could smell gasoline. It was just a slight odor, not overpowering. Hidden by the smell of charred wood, burnt clothing and plastic. They exited the building and began looking outside of the laundry room. There in the dryer vent was a rag, stuffed inside. Well look at that they thought, someone intentionally set this fire.

Was it the family trying to claim insurance money? Is there a new firebug running around in town " Earl asked? With soot on his face Steve looked at Earl, then a slight smirk could be seen, "isn’t that your job to figure these things out! Mine was to put the fire out." Earl slapped Steve on the back, "good job, tell the guys I said that too!"