1. Experience


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: MaxwellSpanx2015, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    He was the fit in a sort of ugly way. But I’m no masterpiece to look at either. Plus what should a forty year old expect on a speed dating night? The fact I knew every single person in here had a sad story to tell, sort of put me on a par with everyone else. According to his name tag, he was called Dick. It suited his personality. Still I’m as shallow as a puddle in the desert. So I was willing to ignore the fact the guy was a moron in the hope I could get some half decent arm candy. I know being shallow is the reason why I’m a forty year old spinster. But it’s not like I’ve not been in a serious relationship before. I was engaged for twelve years... twelve long years. After more than a decade of promises, he fucked off with an Albanian whore who he met on the net. Karma has a way of raining shit in equal measure though; she rinsed him clean of everything he had. Last I heard of him, he was living back at his parents. Anyway, back to Dick. I wanted a guarantee that Dick was mine at the end of the night. So I crossed my legs under the table, but made sure I brushed his leg with my stiletto heel, running it up to his shin. The sweat had already began to gather on his forehead. Folding my arms, I leaned across the table. “You fancy me don’t you?” “Yes.” “So you’d like to get lucky with me?” “Very much so.” “You know what you have to do if you want me.” I watched as Dick ticked the box next to my number. “There you go...” “What’s the point of waiting around?” I grabbed Dick’s ...
    arm. “Let’s go.” Electronic music spilled out from the clubs as we walked through the shadowy town centre. We stepped across puddles of sick and greasy pizza boxes. Dick attempted small talk but I wasn’t interested in anything he had to say. “Dick.” “What?” “If you want to get in my knickers, then shut up.” Dick didn’t listen. He just went on and on about how he fancied me and how easy it was to see us having a future. “I do think you’ll make a great wife.” Fuck me, this guy just wouldn’t get the hint. Worse was to come too; there was a massive queue for the taxi rank. Unable to listen to any more drivel, I grabbed his hand and lead him to my failsafe. “Ever done it outside?” “No.” “Well let’s hope the cold doesn’t affect you.” I have used the dark alleyway on numerous occasions and it has never let me down. The tarmac is smooth and doesn’t scar your knees during doggy. There's also enough light to see what you’re doing, but not too much to see how ugly they are, or more importantly, how ugly I am. Being a dominant woman, I wanted my pleasure first. So I took out my cigarette and had a smoke. I watched him trying to pose, leaning against the wall, but ruining the image by jumping at the sound of a rat scurrying amongst the rubbish. Stumping out my fag under my heel, I pulled down my knickers and tucked them into my bag. I leant against the damp brick wall and opened my legs. “Lick me.” “You sure?” “It’s alright love, I’ve not had a piss.” Dick got to his knees and started ...
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