Marc 1: Mystery Woman.

I couldn’t function in that environment — the small-town thinking, the house, the wife and kids. I had to get out. HE knew I was leaving. HE gave me HIS blessing. Truly, I think HE wanted me out of there so HE could get back to HIS writing without me mucking up the waters.

Whatever.

I slammed the door and pounded down the front steps, out onto the driveway where my Chevy Equinox sat packed with all my stuff. My clothes, computer, a few knickknacks. I don’t need much.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I could never go back there. Freedom had to mean something.

A few hours of driving later, I pulled off to get gas and something to eat. That’s when she entered my life. This incredible blonde sat down at my booth in the diner like we’d been friends for years. Engaging, deep blue eyes and a smile that could melt steel, this woman had everything going for her. Her short skirt showed off a pair of legs that went on forever, and the nipples of her ever-so-perfect breasts poked at the sheer fabric of her tank top. God, she wasn’t even wearing a bra.

“Hi Marc.” Her bubbly voice was like music.

“Do I know you?” If I didn’t, I wanted to.

“You will.” She raised her eyebrows and shot me a devilish grin.

I bought her lunch and I did get to know her…a little.

“You’re a writer,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

She was easy to talk to, and easy to dream about. Hell, easy to wet dream about. One of those easy-on-the-eyes ladies with everything in the right places in just the right amounts. I told her about how I loved to write about sex and adventure. “It’s what I’m calling erotic adventure.”

We talked on but eventually ran out of food. I paid the bill. “I’d like to see you again,” I said as I headed for my car. Which was stupid because I didn’t even know where I was going, but I wasn’t planning on sticking around this place, which was another small town.

To my surprise, she opened the passenger door and dropped into the seat. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Okay, I guess this is my adventure. And things could only get better with a hot blonde sitting next to me. I slid behind the wheel and buckled up. I had the feeling this was going to be a bumpy ride. I started up the car. “So, where are we going?”

“Back to the highway. Head east.” She reached over and patted the bulge in my pants. Yeah, I was hard as a rock. She couldn’t have helped but notice. What guy wouldn’t be, with a chick this sexy next to him?

I hit the highway and got up to speed, then asked again, “So, where are we going?”

She smiled. “There.” She pointed to a sign that said Bayside was sixty-three miles ahead.

“Okay.” Maybe that was where I belonged. I’d never been to Bayside before, but at least I had a destination.

“And as long as you’re taking me someplace, I might as well return the favor.” She popped the button on my jeans and pulled down on the zipper. My cock sprung out into her hand.

“Really?” I asked. I wasn’t complaining.

She ran her fingers over my length. “Really.”

I realized that where she really planned to take me…was to heaven. I propped myself up off the seat for a second to allow her to pull my jeans down a bit more. She scooped my sac out and fondled my balls. God, it felt so good.

Who was this woman? “So, you know a lot about me, but you haven’t even told me your name yet.”

I could feel her devilish smile. “No, I haven’t, have I?”

Her breasts were so close, so inviting, I took one hand off the wheel and reached for her. I had to know she was real. The fabric of her top was stretchy enough for me to free one of those succulent orbs. Her skin was so soft, yet there was a firmness to her breasts that held them high without needing any support. I rolled the firm, pebbled nipple between my fingers, and she sighed.

God, what a rush — speeding seventy miles-per-hour down the highway, with a beautiful woman jacking my dick, while I copped a feel. It was then I knew this new life of mine was going to be a bit dangerous.

I dropped my hand to her thigh and ran eager fingers up the inside of her leg. She was so warm and wet between her legs. I easily slipped two fingers into her.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Oh God, Marc, yes!”

Her pace increased as she pumped my cock. It felt like I grew another inch, and it took everything I had to keep from exploding.

I risked a glance at her face, and there was a devilish twinkle in her eyes just before her head dipped down, taking my cock into her mouth, sliding those pert lips down my shaft. The way her tongue worked around the head was magic. I knew I’d never be able to hold out long.

Her mouth was magic. Her tongue glided around my cock as she bobbed up and down on my lap, taking me deep then pulling back. Her hand fondled my balls all the time sending tingles up my spine.

“I’m coming…” It was all the warning I could give her as I shot streams of hot cum into her mouth. She hungrily sucked it all up, swallowing load after load, as I emptied myself.

I only vaguely remember the pickup truck passing me on the left, and the guy in the passenger’s seat giving me the thumbs up. It was a wonder I’d managed to keep the car on the road, but somehow I never came close to losing control.

Her head came up — tongue licking one last dribble off her lips. “That was fun. Turn right up here.”

She directed me along the streets of a quaint lakeside city. Tall buildings rose on either side of the streets. She had me pull into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. I parked, pulled up my jeans and got out of the car. As she came around the front of the car, she slid her arms around me. Her lips were soft, but her tongue was demanding as it twined with mine. I was breathing hard, and my cock was rigid again by the time we broke off the kiss.

She stepped back and smiled at me, cocking her head to the side. “See the apartment manager. He’s got one waiting for you…already furnished.”

I laughed. “How could he. I didn’t even know I was coming here.”

She shooed me away. “Go check.”

I did, and she was right.

“Marc Stevens,” the manager said. “Yup, we’re all set. Safety deposit and first month all paid. You can move right in. The couple that moved out last week left some furniture there. If you don’t want any of it, I can have it moved out.”

The woman was waiting for me by the car when I went back out.

“Are you coming up with me?” I wanted more of her…so much more.

“No, you’ve got some work to do. You need to write.”

Shit, I knew that, but she was so beautiful. “Will I ever see you again?”

I’ll never forget that sly smile, that sexy wink. “Count on it.”

I felt empty, drained, as she walked off, but I knew my new life waited upstairs. Still, I watched that sexy ass until it turned the corner and disappeared, then I moved my things up to my new apartment.

The place is small, only one bedroom, but I don’t need much. There is a king-sized bed, so I’ll have ample room to…research. There’s also some comfortable furniture, pots and pans in the cupboard, a nice kitchen table I can also use for a desk.

I unpacked my stuff, set up my laptop computer, and log in to the building’s WI-FI. I’ve created a Facebook account, and an author page. Yeah, you can stop by and <like> me at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Marc-Stevens-Erotioca-Author/525412257479317

I also set up a twitter account. Damn, there were a few Marc Stevens already, but there wasn’t a @MarcStevens69. Well, there is now. Follow me on this journey.

Finally, I had one last task before I called it a night. I poured myself a glass of Merlot then sat down at the computer again to write this post.

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Marc Stevens

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