An Ad For Seduction

It was the ad I shouldn’t have seen. An ad I shouldn’t have responded to. It had been a pretty normal day. I kissed my husband goodbye before he left for work, got the kids up and off to school. I sat down with the newspaper and my morning cup of coffee. There wasn’t a certain section I would read. I just read whatever caught my eye. I had finally got to the personal ads column. I always wanted to see how pathetic people really were for displaying they were desperate never realizing I was just as pathetic for reading them. I couldn’t help being caught by one certain ad. Mature man seeks woman to seduce and pleasure. I decide to read more wondering who this mystery guy was. I loved my husband, but intimacy had become boring. Sometimes cold. Sometimes distant. It was the same routine, and I didn’t know how to get out of it. In all the times we were intimate there was something lacking. Something in this ad made it exciting and alluring. I wanted to be seduced. To be given the pleasure I was looking for. I read it over and over again and begin to think.

I stare at my computer screen. What was I going to write? What was I going to say to this mystery person? I decided not to reveal my true identity. I begin to type my message. I saw your ad in the paper and I couldn’t help being drawn to it. Are you for real, because if so then you are the guilty pleasure I have been looking for. I sign it “Prettygirl34” With shaky fingers I hit send. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. What if I replied to some complete psychopath? I decide not to dwell on it. This was probably all a joke and no one would even reply. There was no use to feel guilty. I sign off and walk away.

It is late at night. I decide to check for a reply. To my shock there is a message waiting for me. I click on it. Dear “Prettygirl34” To answer your question, yes I am real. Perhaps you didn’t read my ad correctly. If you give me a chance I could give you a night beyond your wildest dreams. He signs it “Anonymous.” I stare at the e-mail and reread it over and over again. I know that if I reply I would be playing with fire. It doesn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted. I finally hit poker oyna the reply button. Dear “Anonymous.” I’m not doubting your ad. It’s just that I have never seen anything like it before. Although I highly doubt you would be able to give me a night beyond my wildest dreams. “Prettygirl34.” I hit send. Within minutes there is a reply. Dear “Prettygirl34”

I really feel for you. If you haven’t had the pleasure you’ve been looking for then I have a lot to teach you. That is if you are willing to learn. If so reply and I will give you a time and place where we can meet. I look forward to meeting you. “Anonymous.” I sign off, and think about what I was going to do.

“I’ll be home tomorrow.” I tell my husband as I kiss him goodbye.

“Have fun.” He tells me.

I walk out the door feeling horrible for lying to him. If he only knew I wasn’t meeting friends for a girls night out. Even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t help feeling excited as well. I get in my car and drive away.

I am at our meeting place. A hotel. I walk in, past the front desk, and down the hallway. I finally get to the room. I stand there frozen. I was so close, yet so far away. I couldn’t back down now. I lift my hand and knock on the door.

“Just a minute.” I hear recognizing the voice. I secretly begin to panic. He opens the door and we both look at each other in surprise. He says my name and it is like music to my ears. He takes me by the hand and pulls me inside. He hurries and shuts the door.

“What are you doing here?” He asks me.

“I was responding to the ad. This is room.” I tell him the room number, and he nods.

“And I suppose you are Anonymous.”

He nods again. We look at each other awkwardly. Finally I can’t take it and I begin to laugh.

“What is so funny?” he asks me.

“You’re the one who wrote the ad? You’re the one who is going to give me a night beyond my wildest dreams?”

I laugh harder. He becomes annoyed.

“I don’t think that’s funny at all, and besides what are you doing? You’re married.”

I couldn’t deny it. Even though I had taken off my ring, he knew.

“I’m sorry. I canlı poker oyna guess I must of left that information out.”

“Important information I don’t agree with at all.”

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask disappointed.

“No. Look, I apologize. It’s just that I had no idea when I opened that door I was going to find you out there.”

I nod understanding.

“I guess I should apologize for laughing at you. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting you to be the guy who wrote the ad.”

“It’s ok. No hard feelings. Listen, why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile.”

He walks over to me and helps me with it. I become slightly embarrassed revealing the halter top I decided to wear for this “special occasion.”

“Wow.” He tells me. It is obvious he is speechless. I smile to myself secretly excited that he was liking what he was seeing. I never was the type to have such an affect on the opposite sex. I could never associate myself with being sexy and seductive until now, and I was enjoying it.

He asks me if I would like to have something to drink, and I accept. He pours it and hands me the glass. I thank him. We sit down and begin to talk. He asks me about how I am doing, my family, and even my hopes and dreams. Everything is about me. He listens intently as I tell him. It felt good to have someone care. To show I mattered. Something I had been looking for. I was beginning to realize that maybe my thoughts were deceiving me. With the way things were happening I was going to be his and he knew it. It wasn’t just the deep conversation, but the way he gently touched my hand as he held it or a gentle caress on my shoulder. I surprisingly stay composed, but what I’m feeling inside is a different story.

He asks me something that catches me off guard. It’s about my husband.

“Are you happy with him?”

“Yes.” I reply, but he isn’t convinced.

“If you are then why did you show up?”

Feeling guilty I begin to cry.

“I couldn’t help it. I was sick of the same routine. I just wanted some excitement back in my life. I have been through so much. I just wanted to get away from reality.”

Finally internet casino realizing what I was doing I begin to panic. I get up, and grab my coat.

“This is all a mistake. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

I walk to the door. I begin to open it, but his hand takes mine. He closes the door lightly. I try to protest, knowing what was going to happen next. He takes my face in his hands. He looks into my eyes, and finally lowers his lips to mine. It is a light kiss, but it is a kiss that sends shivers down my spine. He lets me go. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed. He tells me to sit and I do. He begins to rub my shoulders and I am melting. I have so many thoughts going on from what are you doing? To go with it. I decide to go with it as he begins to kiss me softly on the neck. He gently turns me around and kisses me again, but this time with more passion and desperation. He begins to untie my top. I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t form the words in my mouth. What was the use? I wanted it to happen, and he knew it. I decide to let him take over and have his way with me. It was a feeling I had never felt before. A feeling hard to describe. A feeling I never wanted to end. It was as if he was an artist and I was his masterpiece. He kisses me in all the right places, and his touch is nothing but slow, warm, and gentle. It was a touch that was perfected by years and years of experience. He, beyond a doubt had given me a night I would never forget.

We lay there and he holds me. I am overwhelmed and tired. I finally fall asleep in his arms. He does as well. He continues to hold me making me feel safe and secure.

It is morning. I wake up to the sound of his voice calling my name. He is dressed. I realize I am not. I grab the sheet and drape it around me.

“I have to go. It’s best we don’t leave together.” He tells me.

I nod agreeing.

“I have one question. Can I see you again?”

I try to answer, but he pulls me towards him and kisses me. He lets me go, and I am speechless.

“You don’t have to answer. I’ll be in touch with you.”

He walks out the door. I get out of bed and begin to pick up my clothes off the floor. I begin to get dressed. I leave the room feeling like a new person. What happened was meant to be. I was the one who was drawn to an ad for seduction.

The End.