Who's the Bigger Fool?

I hope everyone enjoyed Dating a Porn Actress. I'm sorry about all the typos, misspellings, incorrect usage of grammar, that kind of thing. I did my best. MidwestConnection. Enjoy ********************** I could tell Christy was relieved. We held hands all the way to the restaurant. She was smiling the entire way there. She acted as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she glowed with happiness. I was happy for Christy, but I had a million questions running through my head. She had just told me this incredible story about her life, and a bit about working as a porn actress, yet it lead to more questions than answers. I didn't want to start badgering her with questions, It was thrilling for me to see her so happy. We wound up eating at the same Mexican restaurant that we had eaten at a few days earlier. It wasn't as nearly as crowded as it was for taco Tuesday. Christy sat across from me at the table, holding her right hand with my left hand just abou

Date night. Finally. It'd been awhile since J and I could do this. The pitter-patter of small bare feet on the laminate flooring reminded me of why -- the little one. I smiled, hearing him chase after her: "Baby girl, no don't take off your dia...per." With a quiet chuckle, I turned my attention back to my wayward hair, letting my mind drift, as it tends to do. My smile turned into something soft and secret. It may be date night tonight but only a few hours earlier, J and I managed to sneak in a little fun while the little one slept off her grilled cheese sandwich and fries. I could still taste him on my tongue, even now, even after brushing my teeth. The slight bitter and salty taste lingered, drawing the slow, steady pulsation of blood lower and lower. I soon felt the pulsation throb. Yea, underwear wasn't going to be needed tonight. Especially in this dress -- a little black dress with a sexy twist: a plunging neckline (which accentuated my smaller-than-avera

That could only be one person. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Vera!" Alma's voice came through. "Good morning. How are you?" "Well," I said, "I'm doing fine." I looked at the clock. 9:07. "And how's Paul?" she asked. "Oh, I think he's fine too," I said. "You want to talk to him?" "Um, sure. Is he handy?" "You bet. Just a second," I said. I listened to Paul's side of the conversation. "Doing just fine, thanks," he said. "Trying to get used to another bed, another house." He looked at me.... "No, I wouldn't worry, I think it's going to work out fine. I appreciate all the concern.... Yes, thank you. Talk to you soon. Bye." He handed me back the phone. "She says to put you back on." "Hello, Alma. You've got me again." "Vera," she said, "I want to thank you again, and let you know about this week.&qu

Coorg was good for both of us. We enjoyed the brief holiday thoroughly. Now Sanjay and I had many secrets with each other, but we were not ready to share. He didn't come forward to tell me if he had any role to play in me getting fucked by the waiters in our cottage, and I was not ready to reveal how much I loved getting fucked by three strange men. Of course, there was this nagging doubt in my head -- did Sanjay knew about it? Did he play an active role in setting it up for me? Or was it that it was a coincidence that waiters happened to come by and took a chance with me without my husband's knowledge. Either way, both of us were not ready to discuss the events, and therefore my sexcapade from Coorg remained a secret forever. Meanwhile, I was loving my work. It was the time for the yearly party at my company and everyone at the office was getting prepared for it - some were organizing games, some were rehearsing plays and dance, but mostly every other woman in the office was

This story is fictional and so any characters or events linked to any likeness are purely coincidental. This story is a slow burner, if you're into quick stories, this is not for you. Is has many erotic parts, but also emotional parts, including themes of suicide. Knowing all that, happy reading. The professional encounter In the month prior to Adam starting his new job there was uncertainty clouding the air, the type of uncertainty expected in a new position. Adam had left his last well-paying job, because an old manager (Adrian) had asked him to come work for him. His old job gave him the freedom to work from home, a company car and other benefits; it would be risky to throw that away for a new job -- even as a favour to a friend. Yet something called him, Adam didn't want to get too comfortable at his job and was always looking for a new adventure. So he'd taken a brief interview, Adrian had described it as a "pointless formality", then was set to come in aga

Ann grabbed the backpack she had left at the side of the door and left it right after in the hallway. She followed me a few steps behind while I was giving the tour. The apartment was clean and had a modern feel with mostly IKEA furniture. All the walls were painted white. Which made the apartment light up with the natural light that flowed in from the giant window located in the living room. She didn't say anything when I described each room just nodded or let out an approving "Mhmm." I finally say down on the sofa and stretched out may hand pointing towards a seat little further away. Pointing with a shaking hand I pleaded. "Please take a seat." She sat down very slowly as if she was worried her petite figure would break the furniture. Her hips were wide and I could tell even with the poofy dress in the way. She folded her hands on her on her lap and breathed out. She gathered her strength. Her face turned serious. Her pale flawless skin was beautiful with j