New Start: Ray's Story
Copyright© 2005 by mrrx
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Ray is trying to become the man he should have been. And to have the marriage and life that he could have if only it all works outs. **For clarity please try to read New Start : Luke's Story first.**
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Cheating Slow
Dinner was a quiet affair at home. Everyone was tired. The kids went to bed without complaint.
As Dana was showering he went and logged onto his new email account. He was surprised to see that there wasn't an email from her. But if she didn't recognize the sender she may not have responded.
He sent another. The subject line was, "Dana, you didn't like the first, how about this one?" And then he typed.
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you. 2
Ray sent it.
He undressed and climbed into bed and awaited her return. She came in and her body shone with the soft lamp light. The smell of lotion was on her tender moist skin. He wanted to feel her naked against him. Feel her softness writhing on top of him and beneath him.
Dana moved onto the bed. Her pajamas were a beautiful pink and red and white. Her eyes were sleepy. She assumed her usual position. Her back was to him as her body huddled on the side of the bed.
Ray moved to the center until his shoulder pressed to her back. Until his thigh brushed the back of her thigh.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"You never told me about how it was when your dad left."
"I did. And you probably forgot. Or it just wasn't important."
"Let me hear it again, or for the first time," Ray pleaded.
"What do you want to hear?" Dana replied.
"About you as a child."
"Why should I? You never talk about your childhood."
"Please," he responded.
"You know my dad left when I was about 8. He couldn't hold down a job. And that made him angry. He was always so moody and angry. At what, I never knew. He and mom were always fighting. Then he had enough. He packed his bags one night and that was the last that we ever saw him." she said plainly in the same voice reserved for talking about the Dow Jones.
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