1. Hitchhiking to Ecstasy


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    here is a fluke—something that just happened.” “Yep, you got it,” he said.“ I would like to believe in destiny. It’s a nice story, but I think life is a mystery. There is seldom any rhyme or reason to what happens to us, though most of the time, we create our own disasters by being stupid or careless—like you losing the cord to your cell phone, or driving too fast on a slippery road—that’s not destiny—that’s just foolishness or making a mistake. But, my sweet friend, my thought is that when bad things happen, you try to make the best of it, you adapt, you call on your creativity and you make lemonade out of the lemons that fall in your lap. Do you know what I mean?” “I do,” I said, still baffled by his blunt, matter of fact philosophy. I guess I wanted to believe in destiny, but Peter was pulling the rug out from under me. I was surprised but it made me dizzy with feelings for him. He was not just attractive, he was intelligent and a deep thinker. I liked that. Except for that one professor I had a crush on, I had never met anyone like him. A warm, fuzzy feeling was sweeping over me as I listened and enjoyed the soup, the wine, the candles, the fire, the quiet stillness of his cabin. We were both quiet as we ate. My mind was racing—thinking about my car being towed here in the morning, wondering if I wanted to stay and never leave, where was I heading with my feelings for Peter, would we kiss goodbye and that would be it? “Hey, Vicki, be here, stop thinking so much,” he said, ...
    reading my mind again. I shook my head and looked at him, trying to put my thoughts and feelings in place and be in the moment, but it’s hard for me. I am always thinking, thinking, thinking and worrying. I’m such a neurotic. Peter reached over and took my hand. He then placed his other hand on mine, holding it firmly in his hand, then lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand, sending a tickling sensation through my body. He was so gentle and sweet. I wondered whether he was seducing me, stealing my heart with his caring manner. “Peter, this is so nice. I’ve never met anyone like you,” I said. Somehow I felt safe with him and felt feelings rising in me that scared me and thrilled me at the same time. Am I falling in love with him? “It is nice,” he said, still holding my hands. “In fact, it’s extraordinary,” he added. “I live a very solitary life. I rarely have company. I’m kind of a hermit, here, writing every day, rarely going into town and suddenly, I have a beautiful, young woman here and we made passionate love, and now we’re enjoying a nice meal. I’m wondering if this is a dream and I'm going to wake up and realize it never really happened.” “This is not a dream,” I said and pinched him. “See, I’m real, you’re awake, I’m here in your life.” He nodded and shook his head. “Things like this don’t happen to me.” “They don’t happen to me either,” I said.“Nothing like this has ever happened to me.” Peter poured me some more wine and filled his glass. We were quiet ...
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