Later that Sunday, Adam arranged for Samantha to get her car back. By the time the afternoon had arrived, she was ready to head home and decompress. She dreaded the coming work week and wondered if she’d be able to concentrate at all.
Unsurprisingly, throughout the drive home, her thoughts kept returning to her night with Adam.
*The erotic/sexually graphic portion of this story is locked up and accessible for $3.00 if you subscribe. Subscribing to this chapter gives you one-time access to this part only, not to all the locked content in this story. Thank you for your interest in Music Lovers.
Sitting in the hot tub with Adam felt wonderfully relaxing, but also a little naughty. They were both naked, and submersed completely under the bubbling water.
Adam must have sensed her hesitation when she took her time responding to his question. He looked at her expectantly before acknowledging her answer. “I have an idea,” he said after a while. “Let me show you something.” Continue reading Music Lovers – Chapter 5
Samantha went into her bedroom with Adam’s tickets for his concert and put them on her dresser. She stood in the middle of the small room and looked at the floor-length mirrored sliding doors of her closet.
She needed something to wear to this event. But what?
Samantha walked along a busy street lined with shops and storefronts, deep in thought and quietly humming a tune. Bundled up in her winter coat with half her face hidden behind her hat and scarf, she kept her head down to protect herself from the cold wind. Despite the tall buildings in this part of the downtown core, she could still feel the icy breeze whip around corners and slice into the exposed skin on her face.
She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him. Continue reading “The abstract dream”
One thing I know about myself is that my personality, my character, even my physical appearance, doesn’t fit into a conventional mold.
I’m a very different entity in terms of societal expectations of how someone like me is supposed to be. I don’t fit the pattern of most middle-aged, teenage-parenting women of today, and frankly, I’m just fine with that.
It wasn’t always like that. I am like this now, or at least I’m learning how to be like this more, nowadays.
I have learned not to give a crap about most things over the years. Also, I’m parenting teens and this alone has reduced my patience for other people’s drama or unsolicited opinions dramatically. 🙃