Women's Erotica: A Second Chance for Love
A Second Chance for Love is a Women's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.
Amanda has just gotten out of an abusive relationship and is taking dating very slowly. While visiting old friends, she resists a lot of the unsolicited male attention she gets. However, her feelings change when she meets Richard, a long-time friend who always had a crush on her but never acted. She feels bad for taking him for granted all of these years. Can he forgive her for ignoring him all of this time? Richard is a successful businessman now, and Amanda finds her feelings changing toward a man who was always a friend but never “the one.” She would love to become part of his world even if it’s just for one night. That one time would be worth the world to her. What feelings and epiphanies has Richard been keeping to himself all these years? Is there something she can do to make her fantasies of being with him come true?
Excerpt:
“It was my own fault. I never acted. Just look at me. Right at the downhill slope of my life and I’m still single.”
I so enjoyed our dinner out later that evening, having just barely stolen you away from your VIP night.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted your book signing. I hope you weren’t trying to score with a writing groupie or something and I ruined your night. I would feel terrible.”
“Well, the night’s not ruined yet!”
I stared at you for a moment, not really angry, just kind of wistful.
“I’m not a writing groupie, Richard. I’m not even much of a reader. But I knew you long before any of this happened. The real you.”
You waited. Thinking things over and giving me a slight heart attack, waiting in dreadful expectation.
“I know, Amanda.”
“Do you?”
“I know why you’re here. And I know you’re waiting for me to tell you off, or have some gigantic, dramatic moment where I lash out at you and then kiss you in fiery passion.”
“Is that an idiom?”
“Um…no, that’s just a cliché. The point is…”
Pause. Pause. Pause.
“…I never hated you. You don’t owe me any apology. My feelings for you will never change. Regardless of whether we get together or just stay platonic…it doesn’t really matter. We’re friends. Maybe to some people ‘friends’ doesn’t mean anything. But it does to me.”
Dearest Richard, it only took us about 20 minutes or so to ruin our good friendship with impulsive sex. Our mutual attraction was so intense, I was pretty sure something was going to happen within the week. But on the same day? And in my jeep?
I loved the way we kissed. The look in your eyes was breathtaking and invited me over to your lips, ever so subtly, so gradually coming closer. Yes, I wanted you to make the first move, like you should have done years ago, like I crave for you to do today.
Your strong hands held me tight, but gently. It felt so nice to be treated gently again, to be adored, respected, and reawakened, after so many nights of violence and uncertainty. And when you kissed me, your lips smacked of sincerity. Of devotion. Maybe it wasn’t all what I deserved, but it is what I wanted—and for the first time in my life, it was the thing I knew for sure that I wanted.
I whispered softly in your ear, “Come with me to the backseat.”
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Amanda has just gotten out of an abusive relationship and is taking dating very slowly. While visiting old friends, she resists a lot of the unsolicited male attention she gets. However, her feelings change when she meets Richard, a long-time friend who always had a crush on her but never acted. She feels bad for taking him for granted all of these years. Can he forgive her for ignoring him all of this time? Richard is a successful businessman now, and Amanda finds her feelings changing toward a man who was always a friend but never “the one.” She would love to become part of his world even if it’s just for one night. That one time would be worth the world to her. What feelings and epiphanies has Richard been keeping to himself all these years? Is there something she can do to make her fantasies of being with him come true?
Excerpt:
“It was my own fault. I never acted. Just look at me. Right at the downhill slope of my life and I’m still single.”
I so enjoyed our dinner out later that evening, having just barely stolen you away from your VIP night.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted your book signing. I hope you weren’t trying to score with a writing groupie or something and I ruined your night. I would feel terrible.”
“Well, the night’s not ruined yet!”
I stared at you for a moment, not really angry, just kind of wistful.
“I’m not a writing groupie, Richard. I’m not even much of a reader. But I knew you long before any of this happened. The real you.”
You waited. Thinking things over and giving me a slight heart attack, waiting in dreadful expectation.
“I know, Amanda.”
“Do you?”
“I know why you’re here. And I know you’re waiting for me to tell you off, or have some gigantic, dramatic moment where I lash out at you and then kiss you in fiery passion.”
“Is that an idiom?”
“Um…no, that’s just a cliché. The point is…”
Pause. Pause. Pause.
“…I never hated you. You don’t owe me any apology. My feelings for you will never change. Regardless of whether we get together or just stay platonic…it doesn’t really matter. We’re friends. Maybe to some people ‘friends’ doesn’t mean anything. But it does to me.”
Dearest Richard, it only took us about 20 minutes or so to ruin our good friendship with impulsive sex. Our mutual attraction was so intense, I was pretty sure something was going to happen within the week. But on the same day? And in my jeep?
I loved the way we kissed. The look in your eyes was breathtaking and invited me over to your lips, ever so subtly, so gradually coming closer. Yes, I wanted you to make the first move, like you should have done years ago, like I crave for you to do today.
Your strong hands held me tight, but gently. It felt so nice to be treated gently again, to be adored, respected, and reawakened, after so many nights of violence and uncertainty. And when you kissed me, your lips smacked of sincerity. Of devotion. Maybe it wasn’t all what I deserved, but it is what I wanted—and for the first time in my life, it was the thing I knew for sure that I wanted.
I whispered softly in your ear, “Come with me to the backseat.”
Women's Erotica: A Second Chance for Love
A Second Chance for Love is a Women's Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.
Amanda has just gotten out of an abusive relationship and is taking dating very slowly. While visiting old friends, she resists a lot of the unsolicited male attention she gets. However, her feelings change when she meets Richard, a long-time friend who always had a crush on her but never acted. She feels bad for taking him for granted all of these years. Can he forgive her for ignoring him all of this time? Richard is a successful businessman now, and Amanda finds her feelings changing toward a man who was always a friend but never “the one.” She would love to become part of his world even if it’s just for one night. That one time would be worth the world to her. What feelings and epiphanies has Richard been keeping to himself all these years? Is there something she can do to make her fantasies of being with him come true?
Excerpt:
“It was my own fault. I never acted. Just look at me. Right at the downhill slope of my life and I’m still single.”
I so enjoyed our dinner out later that evening, having just barely stolen you away from your VIP night.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted your book signing. I hope you weren’t trying to score with a writing groupie or something and I ruined your night. I would feel terrible.”
“Well, the night’s not ruined yet!”
I stared at you for a moment, not really angry, just kind of wistful.
“I’m not a writing groupie, Richard. I’m not even much of a reader. But I knew you long before any of this happened. The real you.”
You waited. Thinking things over and giving me a slight heart attack, waiting in dreadful expectation.
“I know, Amanda.”
“Do you?”
“I know why you’re here. And I know you’re waiting for me to tell you off, or have some gigantic, dramatic moment where I lash out at you and then kiss you in fiery passion.”
“Is that an idiom?”
“Um…no, that’s just a cliché. The point is…”
Pause. Pause. Pause.
“…I never hated you. You don’t owe me any apology. My feelings for you will never change. Regardless of whether we get together or just stay platonic…it doesn’t really matter. We’re friends. Maybe to some people ‘friends’ doesn’t mean anything. But it does to me.”
Dearest Richard, it only took us about 20 minutes or so to ruin our good friendship with impulsive sex. Our mutual attraction was so intense, I was pretty sure something was going to happen within the week. But on the same day? And in my jeep?
I loved the way we kissed. The look in your eyes was breathtaking and invited me over to your lips, ever so subtly, so gradually coming closer. Yes, I wanted you to make the first move, like you should have done years ago, like I crave for you to do today.
Your strong hands held me tight, but gently. It felt so nice to be treated gently again, to be adored, respected, and reawakened, after so many nights of violence and uncertainty. And when you kissed me, your lips smacked of sincerity. Of devotion. Maybe it wasn’t all what I deserved, but it is what I wanted—and for the first time in my life, it was the thing I knew for sure that I wanted.
I whispered softly in your ear, “Come with me to the backseat.”
Amanda has just gotten out of an abusive relationship and is taking dating very slowly. While visiting old friends, she resists a lot of the unsolicited male attention she gets. However, her feelings change when she meets Richard, a long-time friend who always had a crush on her but never acted. She feels bad for taking him for granted all of these years. Can he forgive her for ignoring him all of this time? Richard is a successful businessman now, and Amanda finds her feelings changing toward a man who was always a friend but never “the one.” She would love to become part of his world even if it’s just for one night. That one time would be worth the world to her. What feelings and epiphanies has Richard been keeping to himself all these years? Is there something she can do to make her fantasies of being with him come true?
Excerpt:
“It was my own fault. I never acted. Just look at me. Right at the downhill slope of my life and I’m still single.”
I so enjoyed our dinner out later that evening, having just barely stolen you away from your VIP night.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted your book signing. I hope you weren’t trying to score with a writing groupie or something and I ruined your night. I would feel terrible.”
“Well, the night’s not ruined yet!”
I stared at you for a moment, not really angry, just kind of wistful.
“I’m not a writing groupie, Richard. I’m not even much of a reader. But I knew you long before any of this happened. The real you.”
You waited. Thinking things over and giving me a slight heart attack, waiting in dreadful expectation.
“I know, Amanda.”
“Do you?”
“I know why you’re here. And I know you’re waiting for me to tell you off, or have some gigantic, dramatic moment where I lash out at you and then kiss you in fiery passion.”
“Is that an idiom?”
“Um…no, that’s just a cliché. The point is…”
Pause. Pause. Pause.
“…I never hated you. You don’t owe me any apology. My feelings for you will never change. Regardless of whether we get together or just stay platonic…it doesn’t really matter. We’re friends. Maybe to some people ‘friends’ doesn’t mean anything. But it does to me.”
Dearest Richard, it only took us about 20 minutes or so to ruin our good friendship with impulsive sex. Our mutual attraction was so intense, I was pretty sure something was going to happen within the week. But on the same day? And in my jeep?
I loved the way we kissed. The look in your eyes was breathtaking and invited me over to your lips, ever so subtly, so gradually coming closer. Yes, I wanted you to make the first move, like you should have done years ago, like I crave for you to do today.
Your strong hands held me tight, but gently. It felt so nice to be treated gently again, to be adored, respected, and reawakened, after so many nights of violence and uncertainty. And when you kissed me, your lips smacked of sincerity. Of devotion. Maybe it wasn’t all what I deserved, but it is what I wanted—and for the first time in my life, it was the thing I knew for sure that I wanted.
I whispered softly in your ear, “Come with me to the backseat.”
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| BN ID: | 2940015903997 |
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| Publisher: | Xplicit Press |
| Publication date: | 11/03/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 34 KB |
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