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Since I lived near a ski resort we agreed to meet there. Everything seemed to fall into place and today was the big day.

As I sipped my third glass of wine, I felt a hand on my shoulder.“Rachel? I used the name of my best friend in chat rooms since I was married and didn’t want anyone to discover my true identity. A warm flush ran through my body as he smiled at me. As the elevator door closed he turned to me and pulled me close. I told him I didn’t want to know what his cock looked like before we met. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight to him once more.

This was a strange man’s fingers touching my nipples and pinching them gently. I pushed my chest towards him letting him know I was enjoying his attention.

I reached down to feel his hard cock through his pants.

Cold air whipped across the snow covered parking lot.

It was much colder here than I had thought it would be. I sat nervously sipping my wine as I waited for him to arrive. I finished my second glass of wine.“Should I really be doing this?

No matter how hard I fight my sexual urges when I meet a stranger who gets my juices flowing, I find that I give in to my naughty side.

Not that I actually fight that hard but I tell myself that I do.

The more I thought about what was about to happen, the more aroused I became.

Yea, that second glass of wine was working just fine. That wasn’t his real name but the one I had learned to know him by. It was a site dedicated to writers and readers of short erotic stories and poems.

I guess not wearing a bra was not such a good idea after all. Looking around the room once again I was hoping no one I knew was there. ” I wondered to myself as I looked around the room once more.

Thankfully I had worn a long coat over my short skirt. My skin was so cold and my nipples were like rocks by the time I reached the lounge.“Maybe this was not such a good idea after all.” I thought to myself as I entered and seated myself at a corner table. Mixed feelings of apprehension and excitement were stirring inside of me.

I’m sure we’ve all had these inner battles between our ‘good’ self and our ‘bad’ self so you know what I am referring to.