1. Stroking Midnight


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

    and resentment grew, slowly and steadily with every day that passed. I thought about my next move for a few weeks. I didn’t want to make any hasty decisions too quickly. I considered whether I wanted to throw away three years together over some dirty cheating with a whore like Kelly Harrison. The decision was weighing on my mind on that cold New Years night, of our third year together. I had dressed sexier than usual, in a little silver mini dress I’d bought the week before, and I’d left my long blonde hair loose and wavy over my shoulders. I would have felt vindicated by my sex appeal from the admiring glances I’d been getting all night, but I was undeniably still distracted by the uncertainty of my relationship. Ryan was clearly having a great time, I realized bitterly. So why wasn’t I? “Can I get you another martini?” The bartender asked me leaning in over the bar. He smiled, almost sympathetically. “You look like you could use it.” I sighed. “Yes. Please….” “Do you want it dirty?” His words seemed rather appropriate for the moment I was caught up in. “Actually… make it filthy.” He grinned at me and winked, and I smiled back, trying to distract myself from the strains of the night. He was the kind of guy that you couldn’t help but want to flirt back with. His green eyes were lively and they hinted at a sharp wit and mischievous nature. He had dark hair, and an easy smile and his body was athletic and toned. I watched him as he mixed my drink, and we exchanged a few ...
    unspoken smiles. “I’m Chase by the way,” he said as he set the martini down on a napkin in front of me. “I’m Erica.” “So, Erica… it looks like you look like you have a lot on your mind,” he said finally. I laughed bitterly. “You have no idea.” “Boyfriend trouble?” “How did you guess?” He shrugged and gestured discreetly down towards the end of the bar where Ryan was leaning in to whisper something into the ear of a pretty redhead. Whatever he had said made her giggle and playfully swat his arm. “Well, if you’re dating that asshole, then there’s got to be some problems.” I laughed out loud. I should have been insulted, but the buzz of the martini had me finding the irony of the moment. I had been through such a roller coaster of emotions over the holidays, I felt like there was almost nothing left in me to feel. I was numb, but it was starting to become a good kind of numb, I decided. It was helping me see clearly again. “You have good intuition, Chase. He is definitely an asshole.” The bartender grinned at my assessment. “I probably shouldn’t say anything. But I’ve worked here for a while, and I’ve seen him around. Typical Thursday night crowd arrogance. Him and his friends wander in and pretend like they’re high rollers and hit on all the skirts. I just pour the drinks and laugh mostly. But you know… these guys are all the same. They want to feel like men, but in the end they’re all just boys. And never appreciative of what they have at home, am I right?” “Yes,” I agreed with a ...
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