Fulfillment

By Patricia Anne

Veronica never has had any luck finding a meaningful relationship. Her past is filled with bad men and unconventional situations in trying to achieve her goals in life.

One night Veronica, tired of the bar scene, has turned to the last person she can rely on to make her feel some excitement and pleasure, herself. On a chance moment while looking for a change, she has an encounter with a man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patricia Anne
• Release date: Oct 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466173828

Patricia Anne

My husband and I have been married since 2004 and we have two children, a beautiful daughter and a wonderful son.

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Fulfillment

Patricia Anne

Copyright 2011

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Chapter 1

It was a typical Saturday night, around 8 O’clock. She popped in her favorite naughty movie, her beloved dildo beside her on the couch and a glass of wine on the coffee table next to her.

As she watched the movie go from scene to scene with the same corny music that all pornographic movies have, she realized that she really wanted to be fucked by a man really bad. Not just have sex with a man, or make love to a man, but truly fucked, hard and long all night.

It had been almost two years since a feeling like that has come over her and she decided to find someone to make her wild side come alive.

She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the Internet. She surfed the normal web sites, checked her email and then she went to check her Facebook account. There was a new friend request from someone she had never met before; Jeff somebody.

She clicked on his profile; he was 35, single, lived in her zip code and they had mutual interests in local news, movies and news stations. She was intrigued. While she contemplated on sending him a private message, he messaged her!

Good evening, it said. Hello to you too, she responded. Why is a woman like you at home on a Saturday night? he wrote back. Well, I work over 50 hours a week, and I look forward to Saturday nights when I can be alone and do whatever I want around the house without answering to someone, she said. And what do you like to do when you’re at home by yourself on Saturday nights? he asked.

She waited a few moments before responding to Jeff. She didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, but at the same time, she wanted him to ask that very question. She figured, why not? He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him.

She responded, I just popped in porn and was going to masturbate, but I decided to jump online and find someone to talk to instead. For what seemed like an hour before a response, was only a minute and a half. She finally saw Jeff typing a message and her leg started to shake in anticipation as to what his response was going to be.

Oh really, well, why don’t you finish your thought on that and tell me what you would do to yourself if you did not have the Internet and you were still sitting on your couch watching your movie.

She adjusted herself in her chair, smiled, stretched out her hands and let her hands to the talking. Well, I would watch the first episode, and then by the second one starting, I would have already had my hand down the front of my pajama pants rubbing my already throbbing clit. Yes, go on… he wrote.

"I would then insert one finger into my wet pussy and squeeze one of my breasts with my other hand. After the second episode was over, I would grab my favorite dildo and slide it into my dripping pussy. I would arch my back and allow it to slide inside of me as deep as it can go.

I would start out slow, but forcefully. Rubbing my clit with my other hand, and pumping my dildo faster and faster until my juices run out of me onto the couch. You have me so hard, please don’t stop, and tell me what would happen next" Jeff begged. Another smile emerged from her face and another adjustment in her seat.

I would then fuck myself hard and make myself scream out until I cum all over the couch. Aching and moaning for more and wishing for a man to fuck my wet pussy for me. She explained. She waited for a response from Jeff. And waited and waited. She finally took the initiative and wrote, Hello? He finally responded.

I’m very sorry, I had to step away from my computer and clean myself up from the mess I caused by reading what you wrote. A very large smile and almost a giggle came out of Veronica. Why thank you for the complement! she wrote back. But I really should log off of my computer now and say good night. Why? Do you have to work tomorrow morning? he asked.

Trying to convince herself, she wrote back, No, I do not, but I just should log off now, I think it would be best. Can I have your email address? I’d like to keep in touch with you. He almost begged. She replied with her home email address and thanked him for the lovely discussion.

After she logged off, she felt kind of mean for doing that to him and just leaving him hanging for the evening. She got up, threw the clothes from the washer into the dryer, paced around the house and kept looking back at her humming laptop. Should I log back on and see if he’s still there? Should I just finish myself off and call it a night? Veronica figured, why not? She logged back into the Internet and there was Jeff, waiting for her to come back online.

Hello again little lady, he wrote to her first. Hello again to you too, she wrote back. What made you change your mind and not go to bed? Jeff asked. I decided that I was not ready to go to bed still feeling horny and wanted to finish myself off before I went to bed. She coyly responded.

May I ask your name? he wondered. Yes, it’s Veronica. She replied. Oooh, I like that, can I call you Ronnie for short? he asked. Well, I usually don’t let people call me by ‘pet names’, but for you, I’ll make an exception because we technically don’t know each other. Ronnie replied.

I would like to get to know you better, Jeff asked, but not really asking. Before Ronnie could reply, another one popped up on her screen from Jeff. Would you allow me to take you out for coffee tomorrow morning? Jeff asked.

Her fingers froze. She didn’t know what to reply with or what to do. She really wanted to find a fling, but was very unsure about the whole Internet dating thing and meeting someone from the Internet. She just responded with, I’m not ready yet, and logged off for the evening.

Chapter 2

Veronica tossed and turned all night, thinking about Jeff and his question of wanting to meet her in the morning for coffee. She knew he lived in her zip code, and was still excited from their conversation earlier. Around three in the morning, she shot out of bed, logged back into the Internet, checked her email, and there it was… a message from Jeff.

I had a wonderful time talking to you tonight, and I still want to meet you for coffee in the morning if you change your mind. There is a coffee shop on the corner of Memorial and 4th. I go there every Sunday morning for a bagel and coffee. I will be there around 9 am if you would like to join me. - Jeff

She couldn’t believe it. Here she had logged on with the intention of emailing him to tell him where she was going to be and if he wanted to meet her there, he was welcome to. And he beat her to the punch. She thought about the area of Memorial and 4th. She knew right where he was talking about. It was only a few blocks from her house. She clicked reply.

Hello Jeff, I have changed my mind. I would like to meet you tomorrow morning for coffee. I think I know which coffee shop you are talking about. You will know it’s me when I walk in, because I will be wearing jeans with a blue tank top on.

See you in the morning, Ronnie."

Veronica slept very soundly the rest of the night and woke to her alarm blaring. Something she hasn’t done since high school. She always awakes up before her alarm goes off. She rolled over, hit the snooze to shut it up and then turned it off after stretching her body out. Her eyes finally focused on the clock, 8:35! She was late!

She jumped out of bed, ran to the shower, jumped in and washed her hair and body, a quick shave on the legs and under arms and a quick trim around the bikini area – just in case. She jumped out of the shower just as quickly as she jumped in, ran back to her bedroom and found the jeans and blue tank top she promised Jeff that she was going to wear.

She ran back into the bathroom, grabbed the blow dryer and tried to style her hair the best she could in the little time she had. Ronnie put on her favorite body spray, grabbed her keys, her purse and one last quick check in the mirror; and out the door she went.

She tried not to walk quickly, but she was