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Author’s Note: Positive feedback from readers for my last submission in this category tempted me to try my hand at another one. This story however has a different feel. It is edgier - more erotic journey than romantic interlude. Enjoy.

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I rested my neck on the edge of the bathtub and stretched my limbs, luxuriating in the warmth of the foamy water. I surveyed the unfamiliar opulence of my surroundings and sighed with satisfaction. I had learnt on my arrival at the resort hotel in Maui where I was to stay that my confirmed reservation had been deleted by a mysterious glitch in their system and that no rooms were available. Either my panic stricken face or more probably the fact that I am a claims agent for a major marine insurance company persuaded the management to get rid of the problem by upgrading me to a beach side cottage.
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Well, by now some of you have said to yourself, “She’s going to do a remake of Clockwork Orange.” You know, that awful old Science Fiction movie where the sex police try to cure an over-sexed man of his problem by exposing him to high dosages of pornographic images? (At least that’s the way I remember it.)

But that isn’t quite the model for my plan. Though I suppose I have to concede that there is some similarity. I think mine is a more subtle plan based on the old adage “be careful what you wish for, — you might get it!” While everyone has heard women say that they will do anything to save their marriage, I really mean it. Thus it is that I intend to devote the next few weeks, or months to providing in real life, the fantasies which David has told me about over the years of our marriage. In some cases, it has made him petulant when I dismissed them. In other cases, I have enjoyed acting out the fantasies. It just depends on being in the mood - or not. Ah, there’s the rub! So many things are like that in marriage, aren’t they.
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Over Tammy’s. Thursday morning. She’s asked me to take some photos of her. The front door is open, and I call out as I walk inside. She calls me upstairs. As I walk up, she tells me to come into her room. She’s still getting ready. She only has lacy undies on.

She shows me some of her clothes, unashamed of being topless in front of me. I look at her suspended tits as she puts on her cocktail dress. I like what I see! She shows me what she wants to be photographed in - a formal dress, lingerie, bikini and a lacy nightie.
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Chapter 3: Prelude To A Kiss

I’ve tried to be fair about this whole thing, I think. Some of my friends would say that I am being a fool, but I don’t agree. After all, if you follow conventional wisdom and let rage have it’s way, well, what kind of life does that lead to? Not for me.

I have only shared the problem with a couple of friends who live a long distance away. I had some sensible and caring advice from them - neither suggested exactly what I have selected, of course, though I owe them a lot for letting me talk through it.
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I own a small but elegant Haberdashery. I inherited it from my father, who inherited it from his father. I have always felt so alive in the company of men.

I never have taken advantage of their attraction to the young, alluring shop owner.

Until today.

It was a beautiful spring day. So uncharacteristic for the Pacific Northwest.

Business was so slow for the day that I had sent all but one tailor and clerk home.

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Chapter 2: Nothing Is Ever One Sided

I’m not totally a prude, not really. I have enjoyed the usual flirtation and double entendre’ comments at parties with our friends, I admit it. It’s just that I had always fallen short of having sex with anyone except David. In fact, he has been the only one, ever. I guess the nuns must have made a deep impression on me, long ago in elementary school and then high school, too.

So, when I saw David having Joyce right under my own bedroom window, it was one of those shocks I just wasn’t prepared for. I just thought that he and I were in agreement on that point.
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Copyright © 2007, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.

An erotic tale from the electronic pen of BarondeSade…

A PASSING GRADE

Hal sat watching Mrs. Hawkins passing back the papers they had written for their last assignment. He had, had a crush on her since the first day he saw her. He always got flustered and tongue-tied when she called on him.
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Chapter 1: Neighborhood Party

It had been a month now, and the shock and surreal memory has given way to a realism in my mind.

The party had been a good one, loud, full of our friends and lots of drink. In fact, at some point in the late night, I began to fall asleep in my chair and I felt David’s arms around my waist hoisting me up the stairs with the help of a neighbor, Phil, I think. They were pretty drunk too, and they giggled as they carried me to my bed.
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“Hum…Well, I do love that to be honest. A lot.”

::Grins, tapping his chin with a finger::

“Though, such an awkward approaches…”

“how so?”

“Just coming out and saying that. I guess it’s been too long; usually I’m a lot smoother than this. I guess I have good reasons for calling it an off-night though.”

:: Takes a step closer to her, winking::

“But, that doesn’t matter at all, does it?”
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A few years ago my husband and I had fallen on some tough times. Mike and I were from a really small town in central Texas where everything was dependent on farming and ranching. Unfortunately, if you didn’t own either one and had to do work at one of the local small companies you were pretty well doomed to a meager existence at best.

Being right out of high school, the best he could do was a job at a small feed mill and I waited tables when I could at the local café. The town was so small there wasn’t even a movie theatre so it was the best we could do financially to go the twenty miles to another town where we could enjoy an inexpensive dinner and a movie. Denny’s would have been a swank restaurant to us. We wanted better but was able to deal with it and make do.
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