Mars & Deborah 3:
As Deborah went to the departure hall to fly out of Adelaide I knew that the next few months were going to drag on slowly and that I would miss her like crazy. I just didnt want her to go but that was the reality of the situation. When she got back...
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She's From:   United States
He's From:     United States

I moaned immediately because my body was full of need and other emotions.

I closed my eyes and let the kiss take over. James was an expert kisser, as he teased my lips, and then he made passionate love to my tongue.

  It was so exciting I almost fainted from the aftermath of emotions overshadowing my body. I couldn’t believe the way I was feeling. When our kiss ended, our eyes met again, and then I found myself falling to the floor, and James joining me. Our lips met again, as I explored every inch of his mouth. He tasted like coffee, but I didn’t give a damn because he tasted damn good to me. 

When our kissed ended for the second time, I reached for my dress, and easily took it off as James followed suit with his clothes.






Finally, we were both naked, and I stared at his manly body, loving every inch of his broad shoulders. James had a great body and I wanted it, but I wasn’t about to pounce the man. He reached for me and we went to lovemaking heaven as he devoured my body, exploring every inch of me until I screamed out his name. I was about to collapse from the heat, and the passion I was receiving as James continued to worship my body.

When he moved down to the center of my soul, I grabbed hold to his back and began massaging. In five seconds my body exploded in rapture, as I screamed out his name for the third or fourth time. My orgasm was to die for as I let my body rock with a splash of long-awaited desire. Finally I lay spent as James entered me, and we continued the climb to the boiling point of releasing our multiple orgasms. It was ten minutes later before we came back to the real world, and our eyes met again. I was literally speechless.

The spell was broken when James stood up and reached for his Fruit of the Loom Shorts. I felt funny when he proceeded to get dressed, but there was no stopping the reality of the situation. I thought we could cuddle up, but James was someone I just met for the first time. What happens next?

I covered myself up because I felt so exposed, like I was a fifty-dollar hooker, and James was the pimp. Finally he was dressed, and I waited with patience I didn’t have. “I had fun, and I’ll give you a call,” James stated, reaching for his shoes. When he was fully dressed, he kissed me on the cheek, left, and drove off in a matter of minutes. I let the tears fall as I continued to sit on the floor. I felt like a damn whore, slut, and stupid fool. I wept hysterically.

I was even more stupid when three days passed and not a word from James. I emailed him, but he never responded. All he wanted to do was sleep with me. I was so angry, I wrote him a nasty letter, and then emailed it. I didn’t give a damn if I ever heard from the snake again, although my body was hot for his tongue, I had to move on. James was a con artist, which was probably why he met women on-line. He was probably married with three children. I could shoot myself. Why was I so stupid? I felt like a damn fool. I didn’t even get any money out of the deal. I was dumb as hell.

But that didn’t stop me from running home after a long day at work and checking my email. Again, James didn’t respond. I tried the instant message screen, and he still didn’t respond. The ace didn’t want me anymore. It was his game to find dense women on the Internet, wine and dine them, con them with all the right words, and then go in for the kill, sex. I should have gone with my first mind, but I was so desperate and James was quick to pick up on it. When would I ever learn? No wonder I was bored and lonely. I slept with the first man that came along. I hysterically wept again.

Three days later I decided to get back into the game. I was still lonely and I needed some male companionship, so I checked my email and had twenty-five messages. I couldn’t believe it. Most of them were from men, but as I scrolled down the names, there wasn’t one from James. I frowned, but so eager to have something to do that I answered everyone of them. Number 11 was a woman. She just wanted a pen pal, so I introduced myself to her, and clicked on send. Number 12, another male, wanted to get to know me a little better. I deleted his message right away because I wasn’t about to make that mistake twice. Number 13 was the man with the pace maker, who was kinky and wanted me to talk dirty on the chat line. Again, I deleted his message, but not before I told him not to email me again. I hoped he got the message this time.

Number 14 needed a sex line, and they had plenty on the Internet. When I first got AOL and got on the chat line for fun, I was getting all these kinky sexual emails. Of course, I deleted them all at once. I hoped young children wasn’t on the Internet, which they were, and no wonder they were so disrespectful to their parents and all adults; older men were sleeping with younger girls; sexual assault was taking over the world, and violence. It didn’t make any sense to me, but I was just one person. Number 15 instant messaged me, as I stared at the screen. What the heck? 

“Hi. What’s your name?”
“Lynda. And yours?”
I knew it was a man. “What can I do for you, Sexy?”
“Take me to sexual heights of pleasure, and bring me down for more.”

I laughed, shaking my head. The snake. “I don’t think so. Don’t you have a woman? What kind of man are you? I hope you’re not talking to little girls or teen-agers for that matter. You seem like a damn sex nut in my opinion.”
“Sex is all I think about. I want to have sex on-line. Do you think that’s possible?”
“I’m signing off.”
“Are you frigid, bitch?”
I was stunned at his words. “How dare you!”
“If the shoe fits put it on. How old are you? I know a lot of frigid older women. It makes me sick.”
“So you choose young adults?”
“I’m not a fool. I’m trying to find some loving on the Internet. Is that okay with you?”

He had the audacity to be angry with me when he was losing his mind. “I think not as I said before. People like you abuse the Internet. It’s a tool of learning, bringing information at your fingertips, and educating people. Why do you use it for sex?”
“I meet a lot of women on-line. I even dated one for two years. What’s wrong with that? I can’t find any decent woman right here in the city, so I try other means. I haven’t had sex in a month now, and that’s to long for me. I need a cold-blooded woman. I believe you’re lonely, or you wouldn’t be on the Internet.”

“You’re wrong about that. The Internet can educate people.”
“Whatever! Right now I need some hot loving.”
“Well you won’t get it from me. I don’t even know you.”
“Do you live in Chicago, Illinois?”
“I do, but it’s a big city.”
“Let’s get together and meet. I can show you a good time. I was talking to a woman for two weeks, and she really turned me on. I printed out our conversations and got off on them. She was hot, and when we finally decided to meet, I couldn’t wait. When I did meet her, believe me, she was fat and ugly. I couldn’t believe it. She was a pro in sex, but from the looks of her she hadn’t had any for a very long time. I almost puked on her, believe me. It was the worse day of my life.”

“I could be fat and ugly also.”
“I’m willing to take the chance. Let’s meet.”
“I think not, but thanks for the invitation. You and I don’t share the same goals in mind, thank you very much. I’m searching for a relationship, then commitment, and maybe marriage down the line. I’m truly not looking for just a sexual relationship. Keep trying.”
“Thanks for nothing, and it’s your loss.”

I pushed cancel, and started typing the soap opera website. I didn’t need this. Number 16 was worse in every way possible. He was a male whore, but I should have taken him up on his offer. Who really needed commitment? 

Another week passed and no word from James. I tried erasing him from my existence, but it was still impossible. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way we made love. I was sitting in my living room, supposedly watching cable, but again, nothing was on, and it was Friday night. I was at home again. I had a chance to meet Number 17, 18, and 19, but I didn’t want to take the risk. Number 20 turned out to be someone at work, but I was curious, but not crazy. I had to get James completely off my mind before I could be interested in another man. I didn’t want to cheat myself or the man out of the real me. You couldn’t really sustain a relationship when you still had baggage from the last one. 

I was turning to the Lifetime Channel when a knock sounded on my door. I was shocked because I had security in my apartment building. The security guard was supposed to call up when someone came to visit me, especially someone who didn’t have the justification. I didn’t like anyone coming over to my house without the proper invitation, so whoever it was wasted his or her trip. I was wearing a short nightie, but I had no intention of opening the door as I turned the sound down on the television and headed for the door. 

“Who is it?”
I almost fell out. “Who?”
“James. Please let me in. I had to bribe the security guard not to announce me. Please let me explain.”
I was muted.
“Lynda, I need to see you. I’ll just say what I have to say right out here.”
“I didn’t want my nosy neighbors to hear my conversation, and know my business, so I opened the door, staring at the man. He was still very handsome, and I felt like fainting. “What do you want, James? I don’t like anyone coming to my apartment without an invitation.” 

He walked in, and I had no choice but to shut the door and follow him into the living room... 


>> Continued in Part Three.