He wasn't the typical man she enjoyed being with. He was loud, brash and somewhat of a womanizer. He loved women but expected them to serve his needs. This made her giggle every time. He was such an idiot. Yet, it was this very thing that attracted her to him. Physically, he's what she liked. Huge. She loved big men. Not just tall, but physically large. It might as well have been on her profiles—MUST WEAR SIZE XL OR BIGGER. He wasn't sloppy though. Just comfortable in his own skin. Proud of what he'd become and prepared to tell you in no uncertain terms. This made her laugh as well. It was ridiculous, yet sexy. He was divorced, with a young child. His son lived with his mother, and he loved spending time with him. He was sexiest when he was going to see his son for the day. He radiated joy. His eyes twinkled and he was gentle. On the contrary, when he left his boy at the front door of his old home, he was sad. Unbearably. He didn't speak much. He radiated the opposite. He needed to cry, but wasn't sure how. Macho men don't cry. He didn't need her, nor did she need him. But they enjoyed the others company. He had a girlfriend, whom she knew everything about. The girlfriend however, knew nothing of her, including her existence. The secret created a hot energy between them. They were sneaking around, yet no one was really getting hurt. She had children as well, but they were old enough to pretty much be on their own now. Her husband was simply—gone. She had a lot of time to kill and enjoyed the thrill of him. That's all she was in this for. Thrills. She truly felt no emotional attachment. When he had a date, she did her thing. If he saw his son, she hung out with her own kids or friends. She'd see him again. Eventually. It didn't really matter when or if ever. When it was good, it was fucking good. When it was bad, she left. She didn't have time for brooding.
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They ran into each other outside the school after dropping off kids. They were as comfortable with the other as always. He was really confused. Must have been a late night. Lack of sleep was the norm for him. He invited her to his house for some coffee and talk but warned that he was exhausted and really needed to get some sleep before work that afternoon. He worked crazy hours. There was his afternoon radio show and then the subsequent gigs afterwards. The downfall of his marriage. The upswing to her independence in the relationship. She didn't know if he was faithful to just the two of them, and she didn't much care. She agreed to go with him. It had been a few days and she felt like hanging out with him for an hour or so. No strings. They got into his car. He started to make that illegal left turn out of the school's parking lot, tried to correct it into a right turn, pissed off the parents behind him who honked and cursed. She laughed at his frustration. He laughed because she laughed. Soon they were hysterical and the more the others honked, the more they laughed. It felt like they were driving in circles. They pulled over into the neighboring orange grove to catch their breaths. "Fuck it!" he said. "Climb on!" and pointed to his back. She climbed on his back and he started towards his home with her on his back. They laughed so hard at what others must be thinking. Surely they were recognized by someone's parent. Here they were, two rather large people, laughing their asses off next to an elementary school and running down the street. When he got winded enough, they got back in his car and drove to his house.
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Inside, he poured coffee and offered up a bachelor's breakfast of stale bread. "Uh no thanks," she chuckled. He told her about the previous night's gig. He knew he could tell her everything that happened. How women flaunted around him, how they made him offers, how they rubbed up against him. He knew she was not going to get pissed off and stomp away. He knew she found humor in other's stupidity. He appreciated her maturity and confidence. In fact, he found it sexy. She never bothered him for more. She knew where she stood and he knew she'd put him in his place if he deserved it. If he could make one woman out of both of his, he'd have the perfect mate. This one had most of what he needed, but the other one was physically sexy to any warm blooded man who could walk. Although, this one, was getting sexier to him with every minute. He felt himself getting aroused, but knew he had to get some sleep. Actual sleep. True sleep. FUCKING SLEEP! He talked himself into sleeping. "Hey, I'd love for you to stay. Seriously, I would…but, well, you know…."
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"Hey no problem," she laughed. She knew she'd only need to wink or give him a long kiss and she'd be staying. She enjoyed that power, it equally aroused her. The bimbo, didn't have this power over him. He had it all in that relationship. Here, it was all hers. "You know where to find me. Give me a call sometime. You know, when you're not busy," she winked.
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He chuckled, "Yea ok ok, I know. She's clueless still. Gets all pissed when I don't call or text. She makes me nuts, yanno? But what can I say, I'm a guy," he shrugged.
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"Whatever. See ya later." And off she went to take care of some errands and lunch with a girlfriend.
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He walked her to the door. He shook her spell off as easily as he'd shaken off his clothes from last night's gig. He preferred his naps naked. Saved time when he had to get up and shower for work. God, how could that woman affect him so strongly. He tended to be attracted to super sexy, silicone inflated, head giving idiots. Here was a woman who was older, secure, heavy, got him to give her pleasure first. He didn't understand it. Normally he'd hate a woman like her. He'd tried. But she intoxicated him. She almost made him want to give up the bimbos. Almost. Maybe. She stayed with him until he was snoring.
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She had a nice morning with her pal. They laughed about her male chauvinist pig friend. She never referred to him as a 'boyfriend.' He was not a boy, he knew what he was doing. Boys needed training still. He only needed directions. Directions seemed to turn him on. He took direction well. Again, the power was hers. Older woman share the knowledge of this power and rarely share it with men and even then, it's only with their gay male friends. It was mutual though. He made her feel sexy. Desirable. Naughty. She excused herself from brunch and said, "I have a quick stop to make before I head home," she giggled. Her friend knew, so there was no use telling her. They both laughed. Her friend said, "Oh sure, you're off to wake up the bear and I'm off to feed the rabbit. It's not fair I tell you," she laughed and smirked.
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She had a key to his house. He trusted she would use it appropriately. He knew she wasn't particularly impressed with who he was but instead with who he is. She slipped the key quietly into the front door. Opened it slowly so as not to wake him just yet. She could hear him snoring. Good. It would give her time to surprise him. She opened his bedroom door enough to sneak in. He stopped snoring. He knew, but didn't let on that he did. He felt her. As soon as she sat down on the edge of the bed to kiss him, he grabbed her and rolled her over him onto the bed. He growled like a bear and snuggled into her. They kissed. He gave up on sleep. He'd manage somehow.
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She had to leave for a weekend to take her daughter to a tournament. Her girlfriend was going to keep her company. She knew he'd be there too. She wasn't really sure why he was going, but had heard he would be. She also knew the bimbo would be on his arm, which made her laugh. She and her friend kept an eye out for them everywhere they went. She knew she couldn't call or text him. They had an unspoken rule. If she knew he was with the other one, she shouldn't contact him. She didn't really give a shit. Perhaps it was his only bit of power over her, but she didn't give too much of a shit. They spotted him. He spotted her. Their eyes locked, she smirked, he turned away. He prayed she would abide by the only rule he had. Oh how he prayed. If the bimbo found out, he'd have quite the scene on his hands. How on earth was he going to control a shrieking, crying banshee in a public place while he also kept his temper as she laughed her ass off at the site. Please God, don't let her call my cell. She didn't. She texted instead. Just something harmless and simple. "Hi." She watched him turn pale as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. They laughed out loud at him. Loud enough that others turned their way. He looked nauseas as he opened the phone. "Please God," he prayed. He read it and glared at her. She knew he was pissed and the tiniest bit scared she'd ruined everything. The bimbo was oblivious and didn't appear to notice anything. In fact she was getting up and leaving, to fix her makeup or left breast, or something. She smiled across the stands at him. He continued to glare and shook his head. She knew he'd scold her but also knew they'd laugh about it later when they were once again lying in his bed.
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