Cupid is an Asshole

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Here I am, fifty-two years old, married to a wonderful woman. I have two great kids and the type of life most men would kill for. Retired, I do wood crafting and work on the computer; build things around the house and generally enjoy life. I am in pretty good health except for one problem; I have difficulty with getting an erection, and haven’t had sex with my wife for about five years, but I make up for that by writing and reading erotic stories. The subject of this story is: Cupid is an asshole.

No matter how many stories you read, Cupid, the little imp of love, always swoops in, shooting arrows of passion into people, matching them with their one true love. The new couple gets together, in some cases have great sex then they live happily ever after. Yea, you get to read the ones he wants you to read. You never get the real lowdown on what happens when Cupid decides to be a bastard. As I said I am happily married and even though I have a performance problem, it does not affect my life to any great degree and I still enjoy time with the family. However this year Cupid decided to be an ass and get into the act playing with my heart like a yo-yo.

It was fucking Valentine’s day, a day that I have now officially grown to hate. I was sitting in a quiet little restaurant having a cup of coffee, missing my usual cigarette I like to have when I drink coffee. I was at my favourite corner table with my back to the wall, from where I could view the other customers, when a very attractive little brunette came walking in the door. She was not very tall, maybe 5’ or 5’1” at the most with a high, tight set of perky breasts. The summer dress she was wearing did little to cover her shapely bare legs and of course, there were these little strappy sandals on her feet. Looking up from those gorgeous legs, I saw the face of a pixie with flashing green eyes and a mop of red hair. She looked over at me and I felt the heat of being caught staring rising in my cheeks.

Taking a seat at a near-by table I should have known something was amiss. Young attractive women NEVER pay me the slightest bit of attention, yet here she was quietly flirting with me. She slipped into her chair allowing her dress to slide up her legs. Swinging her legs sideways as she sat, she provided me with a wonderful view of her upper thighs and just a flash of her flowered panties. Over the next hour, she sat and sipped her iced tea, studying me over the top of her glass, never saying a word. Of course, her body-language was saying everything she needed to say. Although we were very aware of each other, we only made eye contact occasionally. We were like two opponents in a ring weighing each other up.

She would look over at me as she moved her hand down, sliding it from her knee to her upper thigh, fingers trailing the inside of her leg, brushing her panty covered pussy each time. A small impish smile would spread over her face as she did this, obviously amused by the look on my face.

I knew that despite my best efforts to appear cool, she could see the erotic effect that she was having on me. This is where Cupid decided to become an asshole. As I said, it was about an hour after she had arrived and she spent it driving me up the wall. I swear if I could have, I would have had the largest hard on in the state of Illinois. Finally, she turned towards me and gathered her things. With a warm and sultry smile on her face, she opened her legs drawing my eyes down where I saw a large wet spot had formed on her panties. Slowly closing them, she stood and walked over to the table I was sitting at. She slipped into the chair beside me, to my right, and casually putting her things in an empty chair. Offering her slender hand, she smiled at my obvious confusion.

“Hi, I’m Kim. May I join you?”

Her cool hand felt so tiny in mine as I shook it, fearful of hurting those soft fingers. With an effort I regained a degree of composure, although my heart was thumping. Can this actually be happening? I wondered, as I introduced myself and ordered fresh drinks for us. Looking totally relaxed, she told me a bit about herself and some of the things she liked to do, but for the life of me, I cannot remember any of them except for the fact that she liked older men. That one caught my attention.

For the first time in my life, I found myself wanting someone besides my wife. I had all these wonderful images of us rolling around in a big bed, groping, kissing, and teasing each other. Two hot, sweat covered bodies working in unison ; moaning and groaning, skin slapping together, tongues entwined. I pictured the licking and sucking of breasts and nipples, pussy and cock. I had gone over to the dark, hidden sexual side of my nature. I should be so lucky, I was thinking, when the most amazing thing happened.

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Love and sex are not the same. With love you can ignore the imperfections..with sex, she usually points them out. Nightwatcher 2008