Becky and I have parted ways and I'm in Oregon, starting a new life. Not long after arriving, my van's transmission died and I found a Ford Escort in reasonable condition for less than the repair. The woman in this story is who I bought it from. She's real as described, but the sex never happened. ~sad face~
My wife cuts me off for two weeks for no apparent reason. Finally, I can't stand it anymore and take what I want. Note: Becky is the subject, but this is pure fantasy and the character in this story is nothing like the repressed, inhibited person she really is.
A woman I worked with was quite inspiring. This is an example of what she stirred within me. In this story, everything is real, especially my thoughts.
Some time after our encounter in her office, Donna and I reconnect... at her home on Thanksgiving... on her living room floor... with her hubby passed out on the couch next to us.
I've parted ways with Charlene and am now with Becky. She's the first woman I've been with who has serious inhibitions. I think I married her in recoil from Charlene's drug-centered lifestyle. Anyhow, we've not been married long and Becky suggests we go to a coffeeshop that I used to frequent when living in the servants quarters with Charlene. It was Becky's first insight into my previous life.