Meeting Mrs. T: An Erotic Short Story

By J LM

Mrs. T and I have been friends for some time online so judge my surprise when I see her walk by the café I am sitting at.
Of course I had to write and tell her, then came the biggest shock of them all, she wanted to meet.
One thing led to another and we ended up spending not even 24hrs together that was the fire of all volcanoes.
She was the best, most beautiful and hottest woman I ever had met and she let me take her as mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WritingsForTheMuse
• Release date: Apr 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005392109

J LM

I, JLM, am quite secretive about my personal life.My writings are about women that I have major crushes on, so it wouldn’t be a good thing for my private life it all got out in the open.One day, maybe I’ll tell you more about myselfWhat I can say is that I do like very good whisky and cognac, fine wines and good beer, even some excellent sipping rum goes down. Food is a passion and even though I have been working with sports, I am not watching it any longer.Even though I try to write it in a way that is not graphic, it gets a little explicit at times, like a soft-core movie where the censors have missed a scene here and there.It is definitively worth reading (so I’ve been told).

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MEETING MRS. T

AN EROTIC SHORT STORY

BY

JLM

PUBLISHED BY WRITINGSFORTHEMUSE 2021

Copyright © 2021 by WritingsForTheMuse

ISBN: 9781005392109

First Edition: April 24, 2021

Written by JLM

Meeting Mrs. T: An Erotic Short Story

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TO THE REAL MRS. T

THE MUSE

MY MUSE

ONE

DM TO MRS. T

Heya,

I don’t know what to say, but I feel kind of stupid right now. I thought I saw you, well, I know I saw you. In person.

I was sitting at the café on Marsh Street, you know the one with the funky umbrellas at the tables, when I saw someone walking by that I thought I recognized.

Long blonde hair hanging down her shoulders, waving in the air from the gentle breeze that came in from the water. Taller than I thought she would look like, but walking so beautifully, like she had been trained on a catwalk. Each step was a move forward in a purpose to get to her goal. Her gliding presence a