No wonder Aaron never looked twice at me. Remembering the mystery figure from last night, I smiled as Nate settled down beside me. ‘It must have bee...n him,’ I thought. ‘We got along really well, and he seemed to like me. I was attracted to him. And he was available – unlike Aaron.’ As we fell into a comfortable talk about what we might be doing that day, I started wondering if I could ever see Nate in a different light. When he laughed at my jokes, I knew my answer – yes. His laugh sent warmth. Since I didn't want anyone locally to know, I went to the internet. You'd be amazed at the sites out there for writers." And I got feedback. People actually seemed to enjoy them. One suggested that most seemed to be about my ex wife and the pain I was in, I should try a site called HotSexStories.com. Ever heard of it?"I paled. Hoping he wouldn't notice my agitation I denied ever hearing of it."It's a site for erotic fiction, divided into categories. All types of things from science fiction and. Getting home on the bus had been worse than she could have thought, Angela could feel her wet pussy and soaking panties as she sat on the back seat, then she realised she could smell her own juices too, jumping up she got off the bus and walked the rest of the way.That night all Angela could do to stop herself teasing her pussy was think about Steve fucking her and she was horrified to realise it turned her off. The next morning after Steve had gone to work Angela found herself in front of the. "Wow!, Why is it wet Chelsea?" he asked"It's wet because I'm turned on, and my vagina is looking for something to go inside of it" i explained to him."Do you think I can touch it?" he asked"No, i shouldn't be doing this!" i thought to myself, but again pleasure overrided my morals."Yeah, But be gentle, OK?" i said"Ok" he said happily in return.He slowly glided his finger into my inner thigh and farther down to my pussy lips.Then he starting gliding his index finger over my pussy lips and then.