1. Stroking Midnight


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    past year. I didn’t want to be suspicious or demand answers, but ‘work’ seemed to be one of his favourite excuses as to why he’d always come home late. It was also the reason he used when he had to run out again just after I’d cooked dinner. He was always ‘entertaining clients,’ even though I had yet to see his business improve because of it. “You just need to spice things up again, Erica!” my friend Jennifer had told me once. “Ryan is just another typical ‘peter pan boy’. He’s never going to grow up. And playing the good girl isn’t going to keep him interested forever.” I had tried not to feel offended by her words of advice. It’s not that I was a conservative girl, but Ryan and I had never really had a raunchy kind of sex life. Quite honestly, I just didn’t think he was that kind of guy. We had always had satisfying sex, and the porn videos he favoured always seemed to be very standard fare with a lot of straight sex and threesomes. He had subscriptions to a few men’s magazines, but there never seemed to be anything very perverse about his desires. He loved beautiful, sexy women. That seemed to be the only pre-requisite. And I had always been very careful to ensure I lived up to that image. My hair was blonde and glossy, my body was tight and toned and my smile was always eager. Fine, perhaps I wasn’t as openly slutty as those porn star models were. I didn’t flaunt what I had, but Ryan had told me he preferred it that way. After all, he said he would never marry one of ...
    them. He wanted a girl of quality. At least that’s what he had always claimed. That’s why I ended up drinking almost an entire bottle of vodka on the night I found the photos on his computer. Ryan had said he was going to the gym and then out for drinks with the guys. My computer had crashed earlier that day, right in the middle of some online Christmas shopping, so I decided to use his. I had never gone onto his computer before. My friends used to laugh at me, amazed that I could resist snooping on him that way, but I wanted to trust him. And besides, if I found something upsetting or incriminating, how could I confront him? Tell him that I’d gone looking through his computer history files? No, if I was going to find out something, I was going to find out when I was meant to. Besides, who cared if he looked at dirty porn online, right? We didn’t need to know absolutely everything about each other. I clicked his laptop open and was surprised when his email account popped up. He hadn’t logged out. I drew in my breath, trying to convince myself to close the screen. But something drew my eyes to the subject line near the top of the page. “Something to add to our dirty little sex album.” It was from a name I recognized, as it was an acquaintance of ours from our shared social scene. Ryan had always told me he thought that Kelly Harrison was a slut. He used to make fun of the outfits she’d wear, that were always overtly designed to get attention. They were mostly tiny short skirts and ...
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