(Another erotic story I wrote a few years ago. Thanks for reading! Your feedback is quite welcome.)
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**Awakenings**
Chapter One:
She sits, alone again but not really, typing to an old friend online while ‘he’ sits nearby, watching some inane sporting event. She never did ‘get’ the whole testosterone thing. Never could see the appeal of watching a bunch of huge, sweaty men play with balls and smack each other on the asses to say ‘good job!’
He yells “YES!” and shakes his fist, pleased with his team and for a moment, she giggles, remembering other times he’d been so excited.
She thinks back to how it all began…
She was so young then, so naïve. He was married, so therefore a challenge but not much of a threat. They‘d flirted online; they’d talked on the phone in the wee hours of the morning, quietly so his wife could not hear. Him in the closet, whispering, holding his hand over his mouth while he climaxed; she could still hear that muffled ecstasy and remembering it made her smile, made her remember the man he used to be.