Heat Wave - Part 2 - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) by E.M. Flemming

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    I didn’t answer the text messages,
nor did I bother returning the phone calls from Amy. That was for Robert
Dorning to deal with. That was his problem now, not mine. At least, that’s how
I looked at it. But, I was still torn about how I felt. I was torn about
whether or not I should feel a twinge of regret or remorse. I didn’t at that
very moment. And as I exited the swanky hotel and hit the streets of Fifth
Avenue again, I was happy the evening temperatures gave some sort of relief
from the sweltering summer heat wave that was in full swing.
    Robert Dorning.
    I don’t know, but the name just didn’t have the same ring to
it anymore. I guess, since I had envisioned sleeping with my best friend’s
husband for so long, and lusted for the hot embrace of his very well-built
physique ever since I could remember, that once the deed was done, it wasn’t as
exciting anymore. The thought didn’t thrill me that much now. In fact, now I
was just slightly concerned about the fallout. I think that’s because I wasn’t
quite sure how he was going to handle the situation. Was he going to tell his
wife what happened? If so, that would probably mean the end of any semblance of
our friendship with one another.
    As a taxi was hailed for me out in front of the hotel, I
wondered for a moment, how it was all going to play out. Was it going to be
some big dramatic situation? Was Amy going to start an all out war? Or, was she
going to forgive me, and blame it all on her husband? Besides, it’s usually the
guy’s fault in situations like this, isn’t it? I know I egged it on, but I
certainly didn’t plan that presidential suite myself. I didn’t pre-arrange all
those bottles of wine, to ensure we got good and liquored up. Sure, I played into
the situation, just like any other female would who’s hot for a tall, dark,
handsome, and very rich guy.
    I wasn’t sure at all how it was going to play out, but for
now, I know I needed to get some of this off my chest, and there was no better
way I could think of to do that, than to write about it. I certainly wasn’t
about to get on the phone with Amy and spill the beans, nor was I too tired to
head home and go to sleep. I literally had just woken up, so I was full of
energy. No, I needed some sort of creative outlet, and I couldn’t think of any
better way to do that than to fire up the trusty laptop, and pound out some of
my frustration on that keyboard.
    Writing is the way I know how to cope with things, and in a
sordid life like mine, you have to be able to deal with the emotions. If I didn’t
write, I wouldn’t be able to cope, and I would probably just live in the past.
I would live in regret, and fear. Sure, I’m human, and I have emotions and
anxieties, but I don’t dwell on them. Some people hate me for being the way
that I am, but the naysayers don’t bother me all that much. I know that the
ones who attack me the fiercest, are the ones with the biggest skeletons in
their own closets.
    But, regardless of what happens, you might be thinking that
I asked for this situation. You might think that I brought all of this on
myself. Well, maybe I did. But regardless of who actually caused it, you need
two to tango. And, we all tend to put ourselves into situations like this from
time to time. I don’t know about you, but things tend to get a bit boring for
me when there’s no drama in my life. So, somehow, some way, I’m able to find
the drama, no matter where I turn. Or, maybe it’s that the drama finds me?
Well, regardless, it just seems to happen. But I’m not sure if I would trade it
for the world. Really.
    My mind raced with those thoughts, and the thoughts of the
afternoon’s events as I hopped into the taxi. But, even though it was dark out,
the hot summer heat was still somewhat uncomfortable. This time around,
however, I was glad the cabby had some sort of air conditioning.
    “Where to Miss?” he asked.
    “Park and 81 st please,” I said. I was