straight and rode him steadily, enjoying the sound of his moans and the sound of their skin meeting.
Every single thing about this moment was perfect. Her breathing quickened and she began to speed up, rising and falling and grinding around. He gripped her hips as she began to buck and move as her orgasm built. She felt him deep inside her as she came. Tired, but not completely satisfied, she lay down on top of him. She kissed him lightly.
“No, you didn’t scare me off.”
He laughed, flipped her over on her back and tucked her legs neatly over his shoulders. He entered her slowly and firmly. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feel of his slow, steady rhythm.
Her voice sounded rough as she asked, “Harder, please?”
He didn’t answer, just complied. He increased his speed and pressure and she heard herself moan deeply and loudly. He sped up again and her legs slipped from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist. Locked together they moved against each other, their rhythms and need feeding off of each other.
Seconds after she climaxed he drove deeply into her and gave a deep groan. Sweaty and exhausted he rolled off of her and lay beside her. There was a slight shift on the bed and the perplexed face of a small cat appeared. The cat marched down the bed and gave Billy a sniff then a nuzzle.
“I didn’t know you had a cat.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“I plan to take the time to find out.”
Billy leaned over and kissed Cynthia deeply. She kissed him back and reached for him.
“Fun Cynthia fact, once is not enough. I hope today’s not your day to be a zombie.”
He laughed and fell back into her arms.
Love Online
by Pauline Orr
Charlotte Rowland stared at her computer screen, the pointer of her mouse hovering over the sign up button. She was still undecided about what to do. Part of her wanted to try it, hoping that this might be the right route for her at last, despairing at the disappointment that came before. Another part was aware of how desperate it could be considered. Only losers used internet dating right? Her friends had insisted she give the website a go though.
After the seventeenth bad date in a row she was beginning to consider trying anything. She’d gone the other routes already; meeting people in bars, having friends set her up on blind dates, personals in the newspapers, she’d even given speed dating a try. All of them though just seemed to bring out the freaks and oddballs.
Occasionally a relationship had formed but it had been slow building and pitted out within weeks. Sometimes it lasted a little longer but before any real commitment could be made between her and whoever she’d thought was right something went wrong and they exposed a fatal flaw that drove her away instantly.
Charlotte had tried the other routes and even looked into her own personality, wondering if it was something about her that seemed to attract losers. She’d been gratified when her female therapist had assured her that she was completely mentally healthy, well as mentally healthy as a woman could be when she faced near constant disappointment and rejection. So she had continued with the set up.
She’d watched friends that she’d brought along for support have luck, find someone and slowly build that relationship that she wanted for herself but all Charlotte seemed to get was the men no one else seemed to want. Some had just been too odd, others had been downright abusive, and their true colors thankfully showing before too much time in their relationship had passed.
Now though she was willing to try something else, to build up that relationship before meeting face to face. Charlotte looked at the page on her diary for the next two months and saw the weddings and engagement dinners all lined up with their neat little colors. She felt alone, longing for that someone to share her life with. What’s more her mother was now nagging her, asking constantly when she was finally going to bring a nice boy home to meet the family and marry.
The thought of having to endure yet another Christmas dinner under scrutiny of her parents as they tried to figure out what was wrong with her filled Charlotte with dread and hardened her resolve. With a deep breath Charlotte clicked the join up button and began to fill in her profile, excitement and anticipation building as she carefully filled in each section. She got more and more excited as the messages began to pour into her inbox once her profile went live and it was with a gleeful giggle that she opened the first one.
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CHARLOTTE’S excitement lasted three months. It gradually wore away as the bad luck that plagued her in dating within the real world followed her onto the net. She had set up several promising dates, each one seeming to be perfect for her and every man selected especially for her through the website’s carefully programmed algorithms.
The first date had been with Dean, a 36 year old accountant with a passion for sky diving. They had chatted and flirted over the website’s messaging system, talking and getting to know each other. Finally Dean had suggested that they meet and arranged to see Charlotte on a Wednesday outside a classy bar in the city centre.
Charlotte had waited for half an hour, checking and rechecking the location he gave and the date. She went so far as to send him a message on the site asking where he was. There was no reply and humiliated Charlotte had gone home close to tears. She had known that people in the bar had been watching, they had seen her get stood up and were probably talking about how pathetic she was.
Things were made even worse when she got a message from Dean the next day saying that he had in fact been there but had taken a look at her and decided against it. Especially considering how much she badgered him when he was a little late. Apparently she had failed some sort of test he set and Charlotte gladly washed her hands of Dean.
The second date had been with Elliott, a 30 year old estate agent. Charlotte had been smarter this time when they decided to meet, insisting on getting his mobile number and spending a couple of days texting and chatting over the phone before she agreed to actually meet him in person. Thankfully he didn’t suggest the same bar as Dean had; instead he chose a restaurant that Charlotte had already told him that she was fond of.
She had texted him before she left her home, making sure that he too was on the way before she set out. She still ended up waiting 15 minutes despite Elliott living closer to the restaurant than her. She finally gave in and called him, asking where he was.
It was only minutes later that he came bowling down the streets and when he skidded to a stop in front of her panting she could smell the vodka on his breath. He was swaying slightly too and his eyes were glazed. She challenged him on it and he finally admitted that he had had one or two small drinks ‘to give him courage’. Charlotte figured out while they were eating that he regularly needed ‘courage’ and refused the offer or a second date.
Charlotte’s third date was with a charming chap by the name of Percy. She had been a little tipsy when she had replied to his friendly enough email, drinking her way through a small bottle of wine to get over the disappointment of her date with Elliott. She was well aware of the irony but chose to ignore it, preferring simply to blot it out. His profile had seemed interesting and their conversations entertaining, if a little formal.
Percy eventually suggested a meet up after almost two weeks of talking by text and phone calls, his voice shaking so much that he could barely get the words out. Charlotte gladly accepted, sure at last that she had found a man with manners who might actually not humiliate her. Initially she was proved right. He arrived at the pub first and waited for her outside, shaking hands tightly gripping a bouquet of flowers.
He had been a perfect gentleman as he had led her to their table, holding out her chair for her to sit in and taking charge of the wine ordering. It was as they waited for their food to arrive that Charlotte began to get the idea that he might not be as perfect as he appeared. It began when she complimented him on his location choice and he admitted that it had been suggested by his mother.
