("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Fling D.A. Ignatius (address withheld) *** A girl can dream, can't she? (MF, cheat, rom) *** "Do it!" hissed the little red devil sitting on her left shoulder. "You know you want to!" "You know you'll be sorry forever if you do..." said the angel on her right. "AAARRRRGGGHHH!" replied Kathryn to the both of them as she slammed a fluffy pillow onto her face. The soft bed in that lonely hotel room creaked suggestively as she bounced around on it in frustration. "Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" she swore violently. "I knew this would happen! Not a single man around when I'm free but as soon as I'm more or less attached... they swarm out of the goddamn woodwork!" Alan, the nice, almost perfect guy at home. The guy she'd been with for one, count it, one year! Her friends were starting to plan her wedding, for god's sake. Sean, the guy here... Beautiful eyes, intimate smile and a body like Jean-Claude. Lean and mean. Very, very edible. She had seen it coming of course. She had always known that she needed change the way other people needed fresh underwear. It was a miracle that she'd lasted so long with Alan. This was the very first time she wasn't bored with a man after three months... OK, time to evaluate this objectively. She was supposed to be good at that, right? Wonderful man at home. Marriage material definitely, but also fun, loving and entertaining. All of her friends envied her because of him. Definitely good for her ego. Wonderful men everywhere else. Unconquered men. The thrill of the hunt, that sort of thing. Oh how she longed for the chase, the excitement of not knowing, the seduction scene. It was so all unfair. According to her schedule, she wasn't supposed to meet a marriageable guy for another seven years! If only there was any way to absolutely guarantee that Alan would never find out... But even if there was, she would probably never have peace of mind. What's the point of sinning if you can't enjoy it thoroughly? But the thought of not being able to play for the next (swift calculation) 40-50 years was unacceptable. She had never been able to understand why people cheated on their mates until now. Not until she was staring the same decision in the face. She flopped back against the pillows, thinking wistfully. What a perfect setup she had for cheating on a man... She would be working in LA for the next 3 months, spending her weekdays in LA and her weekends back in Kansas City. The man in every port principle applied... But could she look Alan in the face knowing that last night, someone else was warming her sheets... Someone with long, subtly muscled legs, a beautifully lean torso, leaning back in bed and looking at her with passion shadowed eyes. He would knock on her door, she decided. They had just gone out to a platonic dinner, both knowing that nothing would happen. He had walked her to the elevator, said good night and walked away. Once in the lobby though, he paused. Something was drawing him back to her. Maybe it was the way she looked at him as the elevator doors closed. Maybe it was the sexual tension between them that couldn't be ignored. He knew about Alan of course. She had been honest with him from the very beginning. He found himself outside her door. One knock and there would be no going back. He knocked. The door opened. She was still dressed in her work clothes and she was looking at him with that look. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. The next second she was in him arms, taking his lips in a fiercely passionate way that told him that he had not imagined her desire for him. Sweeping her up in his arms, he made his way to the bed to sink down on top of her. Their lips never parted as he worked on the buttons of her blouse. The fabric separated and flowed apart to reveal her soft skin to the cool air. He drew back from her then so he could see what he had uncovered. Her breasts strained at the satin of her bra, her taut nipples clearly outlined to his gaze. She was looking at him with those expressive eyes, with that look that was starting to drive him wild. The blouse came off her arms and went flying over the side of the bed. Taking her lips again, Sean wrestled with her bra snap behind her back. Miraculously the thing came apart. Taking it as a sign from God that this was meant to be, he cupped her breasts in his hands with a heartfelt groan. Was there anything as wonderful as a woman's breasts? She was a little less gentle with his clothes. Buttons popped as she tore his shirt off his body. Bare skin met bare skin when she pulled him down on top of her. His lips left a burning path from her ear to her shoulder, making her squirm under him. He didn't stop there though. He instantly claimed one taut nipple with a deep growl. She gasped and arched under him as she held his head to her breast. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the joy of having a man work on one of her most sensitive spots. His other hand came up to massage her other breast. His thumb found her nipple and flicked it, brushing it lightly with the tip of his finger until it became so sensitive that it hurt. Suddenly he switched, claiming the other nipple, soothing the sharp pleasure there with a deeply stirring, satisfying tongue. Her body stretched under his, silently tempting him with her curves. Her pants came off as did his. He was wearing boxers, of course. Loose enough to tempt her to explore them for herself. Her hands dove under them to grab his buns. He yelped a little as her nails sank into them but he swiftly realized that that felt really, really good. The boxers vanished in an instant. He knelt over her in the nude, suddenly struck with the certainty that this couldn't be happening. It was just too unreal. But then she slid down between his parted legs and claimed his penis with her mouth. Sean closed his eyes with a gasp. Who cares if this was a dream! She licked the head of his penis with her tongue, teasing it with soft, feathery strokes. Slowly she increased pressure, switching from licks to sucking part of his shaft into her mouth. Placing her hand around his penis, she could feel the throb of his veins as more blood flowed into his shaft, turning it into a steel rod. The phone shrilled loudly. Kathryn jerked with a gasp. She groped for the phone in the darkness. "Kath? Hey, what's up?" "Nothing much, Alan. I was just doing a little day- dreaming," she replied, her voice huskier than normal. "Hmmm." he replied archly. "So what exactly were you dreaming about." Kathryn sank back against her pillows with a wide grin. She had just discovered the answer to her problems. After all, what's the point of having a wonderfully vivid imagination if you don't use it? Poor Alan. He was going to be in for an incredibly hard night... END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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