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EROTIC ROMANCE: MY HOT TEACHER by MyDarkSide |GBAMLOG.COM

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My English Lit teacher is blonde, twenty-nine, married, with a two year old child and hot. Every male in the school over puberty lusts after her, staff and pupils.

She wore two types of skirts both short, that showed off her long slim legs to perfection, the first was really short and tight hugging hers hips and barely covering her bum, the other type which I preferred was slightly longer but more flouncy and soft that moved and swayed when she walked. Also tight fitting low cut tops that had her boobs on show, the boys in my class argued whether she wore push up bras or not: she didn’t they stood proud on their own, I know.

I found out one Saturday by chance. It was approaching exam time and I knew I needed some extra tuition to improve my chance of getting good grades so I could go to sixth-form college, so agreed with my parents that I would do some private tuition on a Saturday morning. My dad had arranged a tutor through a local agency, and as I was just sixteen and not yet able to drive had dropped me off at the tutor’s house. I walked up the drive, rang the bell when the door opened there was Mrs Evans.

“Good morning, you must be my pupil, oh it’s you Jonathan,” she said, “this is embarrassing as I shouldn’t tutor someone from my own class, but now you’re here you had better come in anyway.”

I went into her house and followed her down the hall way to the living room, she looked stunning in a flaming orange, micro mini skirt, low cut cropped teal top, white strappy sandals, and I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. As she walked down the hall way her skirt was swaying and I saw she was wearing matching orange panties, I took my time following her admiring the view.

“As you’re here now I think we can go through this session and I will arrange a new tutor for you for next week, is that ok?”

“Yes Miss, er are we alone?”

“Yes, my husband has taken the baby to his mums for the morning.”

We started on the tuition which was a bit funny as we were studying “Women in Love” and “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” both of which have passages with a sexual content and I was getting a little worked up, as my hot teacher was standing very close to me.

After an hour we stopped and Mrs Evans said to me.

“Jonathan, what type of literature do you think these are, erotic or pornographic?”

“Miss, I don’t understand.”

She then went on to explain the difference between erotic literature, where there is more of a story that builds up the tension and characters, where as pornographic is more “wham bam thank you mam”.

“Oh come here I’ll show you.” She said and opened up a couple of websites and showed me examples of both types. The descriptions in both were pretty explicit and I was getting more and more excited reading and discussing this with my hot teacher who was in very sexy clothing and standing in close proximity to me, but at the same time I was going red with embarrassment at the content.

“Jonathan, do you see the different genres there are, one of them is MILFs, do you know what a MILF is?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Do you think I am a MILF?”

I couldn’t believe she had asked me that I didn’t know what to say, “Er I’m not sure Miss.”

“Oh, why?”

“Well, I’ve always thought that MILFs were much older than you and not as sexy looking, but technically I suppose you are.” Oh God had I just said that to my teacher, had I just called her sexy.

She gave me a funny look then said, “Why technically Jonathan?”

“You are a mother.”

“So the M part is covered I am a Mother, what about the I.L.F., I’d like to fuck?”

“Oh yes Miss.”

With that answer she grabbed me pushed her fantastic body against mine and kissed me like I had never been kissed before, I’m not a virgin but have had very little experience with the girls in my year all sweaty fumbles, this was on a different level. She leaned hard against me as she pushed me up against the wall pinning me there.

Her kisses intensified if they could, her tongue pushing into my mouth and playing with mine, and I don’t know how but I suddenly felt her hand inside my pants stroking my cock. I reached up and pushed her top up and took it off as she raised her arms over her head, giving me a view of her tits for the first time, they were firm just a handful in-size with small nipples that were standing up. I broke the kiss and dropped my head to her boobs and took one in my mouth whilst caressing her other boob teasing the erect nipple with one hand. She didn’t stop or fight me off but began to moan slightly saying, “Oh yes, oh yes, keep doing that.”

I dropped my free hand pushed it up under her skirt and inside her panties and pushed three fingers straight into her pussy, it was wet and hot and soft. I started to moan now.

She whispered in my ear, “Fuck me now, hard and fast, as hard and fast as you can.” At the same time she placed my cock to the entrance of her pussy and guided it in. “Go on now fuck me for God’s sake.”

I didn’t need a second asking and slammed into her as far as I could as she lifted her legs off the floor and round my waist so I was supporting her and her weight was coming down onto my cock. I kept thrusting as hard and fast as I could, feeling her velvet pussy caressing my cock. All the time she was shouting, “Oh God fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, oh yes!”

Suddenly she stopped pushing back, her pussy muscles began to clench my cock in increasing frenzy as she began to pant and then with a scream came. She was going wild, grabbing my arse pulling me into her, digging her nails in, scratching my back and as she came she sunk her head into my should and sank her teeth into me in pure lust.

I was still hard inside her as she lowered her legs and stood up; she pushed away from me and pulled me out. I was devastated I hadn’t come yet. Had I done something wrong?

She looked at me with glazed, unfocused lust filled eyes knelt on all fours with her back to me and said, “Not finished yet, take me doggy style, but we’ll be a bit slower this time.”

Somehow in the action I had lost all my clothes and her panties were on the floor.

I knelt behind her admiring the view of her ass, her pussy lips looked swollen and the interior was wet and glistening, her skirt was still on riding high on her hips, this seemed sexier to me than if she was naked before me. I knelt behind her, placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and rubbed it up and down her before slowly pushing into her, it was heaven, the best feeling I was ever likely to have, or so I thought.

As I pushed in her muscles clenched me hard then began squeezing me working from the base to the head, I kept up a steady rhythm, pushing long and slow into her pussy holding onto her hips then ran my hands up her tight firm body ending up at her boobs, I cupped them both, squeezing and kneading them, then tweaking and twirling her nipples meanwhile she had reached one hand down and was playing with her clit.

I felt my intensity rising and began to increase the speed and depth of my actions, she responded in kind and began pushing back on me so hard and fast.

There is more of this story…

HORROR TRAGEDY: HOW A FLIGHT TO VEGAS ENDED MY RELATIONSHIP by Toni Payne

You won’t believe how a flight to Vegas ended my relationship. I had been dating a guy named William for about one year. Things were going great between us and I had no cause for concern. Well, that is until he did something so thoughtless, I had to end the relationship.

I work as a financial consultant and although I travel a lot, my job is quite flexible. He worked as a fitness trainer so his job was also quite flexible. When we started dating, I felt the flexibility of our careers was a good sign because we could spend more time together.

Severally, I would invite him on trips with me, most especially when I knew I would be gone for a week or more. He turned me down all the time with the excuse that he had a fear of flying. I even went as far as trying to get him to enroll in a “defeat your fears” simulated flight program, which he blatantly refused.

I decided to overlook things, after all, there were other communication options while I was away. We kept in touch whenever I travelled, in fact he was very attentive so I did not see what was coming.

During one of my business trips, our flight got delayed and because I was in a hurry, I decided to change flights and take a connecting flight through another airport. This would have saved me two hours and given me enough time to get home to prepare for my meeting the next day.

As my flight landed, I glanced down at my watch and realized I was running late and may just miss my connecting flight from Dallas to Vegas. I hurried off the plane and proceeded to the next gate, hand luggage in one hand, laptop bag in another.

A few moments later, I heard my name announced through the airport loud speaker. I ran as fast as I could and although I was the last to board, I was glad I made it. I could feel the sweat build up on my brows as I pushed my way through the airplane aisles trying to locate my seat.
As I gradually made my way down the first ten or so rows, you will not believe what I saw!

There he was, sitting there, nuzzling the passenger next to him. Yes, you guessed it right, my boyfriend of one year, who did not like to fly, was flying to Vegas with another lady and he was so smitten by her that he did not see me stroll by.

Patience Rocks!

I was absolutely livid! I could feel the heat intensifying in my stomach as I contemplated causing a scene. It took a lot of self-control but I decided it was best to stay calm. Quietly, I walked to my seat where I fortunately, had a good view of him and his lady friend. This was where being patient played a good role.

I watched as they interacted with each other, partly because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t jumping to conclusions. From where I was seated I got a good view of them kissing, I even watched as they took a short nap with her head on his shoulder.
As I watched all this happen, I took several pictures on my phone as evidence. Although the pictures were not so great, there was no way he could have denied it was him.

I never knew I had that much self-restraint but somehow, I made it through the flight without going up to them. When we landed, I waited for them to get got off the plane first. I purposely stayed back so that I would not run into them.

Later that day, while sitting at my computer with a glass of wine in one hand, I sent him a text message saying it was over. I attached the pictured from the airplane. Although he tried to call me several times that night, I did not pick his calls. It has been a couple of years now, and I have not spoken to William since then. After all, good riddance to bad rubbish, right?

Shock!!! As zoo keeper impregnates female orangutan

Zoo keeper impregnates female orangutan

A zoo keeper at Indonesia’s Surabaya zoo has been arrested and charged with sexual assault on animals and to extend of even impregnating a female orangutan.

According to the county’s local news agency “the Kalimantan Press” the 38-year-old zoo keeper was filmed in full action by series of hidden cameras put in place by the zoo’s security officials after doubts emerged about the man’s devious actions towards the zoo animals.

A colleague of the zoo keeper explained to the local press that some of the animals normally seemed sexually aroused anytime it is time to feed them.

“… what made us most suspicious was when we discovered that Marylin, our oldest orangutan, was three months pregnant. She has never been in contact with any other orangutans because of her aggressive nature, so it didn’t make any sense.” He explained.

The zoo officials admit it took them sometime before being able to accept what had actually happened.

“At first, we clearly did not comprehend what had happened. Marilyn has been secluded for the past 10 years, it was a total mystery. It is only when we placed several hidden cameras that we learned the horrible truth.” The authorities said.

When local authorities confronted the offender, he earlier denied any wrong doing, but later explained that everything he had done was consensual.

“… I’m very sorry I have impregnated the orangutan.” He told local reporters.
He added that he did not know orangutans could get pregnant from humans.

Source: worldnewsdailyreports

TragedycRomance: Why Did you leave me? by Saul Greenblatt.

The train pulled into the station at 6:00 P.M., and knowing he had only a few hours before he had to catch the 1:00 A.M. train back to the post, Jason hurried to Ellie. After the usual warm greeting, they sat on Ellie’s porch swing and held hands.

“Ellie, if I didn’t have you, I’d have to spend my nights on the post and I’d go mad.”

Ellie leaned over and kissed him. “Well, you have me and you always will.”

Jason smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Ellie…Ellie, the Army is sending me to Germany in a week. I’ll be gone for twenty months.”

Ellie stiffened. “Twenty months? We won’t see each other for twenty months? Jason, I’ll miss you so much,” she said looking at him through tear-filled eyes.

“Please, don’t cry, Ellie,” he said hugging her. “Look, I have six day’s leave, so I don’t have to report for my flight until next Saturday. We’ll spend every minute together,” he said as he wiped her tears away.

The six days went quickly, and Jason left Ellie promising that the twenty months would fly by, and before she knew it they would be together again.

The twenty months did pass quickly, and when Jason returned, he and Ellie spent every weekend and most nights together for two months, and Ellie was happy. However, her happiness was not long lived. When September came, Jason went to college and worked two jobs. Because he was so busy, he could only get away two or three times a week to see her. After a while, the number of visits dwindled to two or three a month. After two years, Jason’s visits to Ellie were few and far between, and Ellie saw her dreams fading away. When Jason was a sophomore, he became engaged, and after a few months, married. After his marriage, Jason never saw or spoke to Ellie. Sadly, she found out third-hand that he had married, and was so devastated that she mourned for months. Finally, she moved away and made a new life for herself.

After college, Jason married and settled down, and for the next thirty years, he was blissfully happy. One day, at the end of a day like any other day, Jason drove home anticipating a warm reception from his wife. When he got home, his wife was not there to greet him. He called, but there was no answer, so he looked through the house; she wasn’t at home. Puzzled, he went to the kitchen where he found a letter with his name on it on the kitchen table. He quickly opened it. “Oh, God. Oh, God, no. She left me…for another man,” he mumbled. “Gone? After all these years? Gone? But why? How could this be? Oh, my God. What’s going to happen to me? What…what’s going to happen to me?”

For several weeks, Jason tried to figure out why his wife left him. Questions haunted him day and night. One Sunday morning, he sat at his kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee when the phone rang. As though coming out of a daze, he looked at the phone for a few seconds, and when it rang a fourth time, he slowly reached for it. From the tone of his voice, one would have assumed he was dying. “Hello? Yes, this is Jason. Who is this? Huh? Ellie? Ellie who?” After listening for a few moments, he came alive. “Oh, my God. Ellie? Ellie? My Ellie? Is it really you? You’re here? I heard you moved away. Oh, your husband died and you’re moving back. That’s absolutely wonderful. Wonderful. Uh, huh,” he said as he listened intently to a voice from the past. “Uh huh, yes. Uh, huh. Uh, Ellie, something terrible has happened to me. No. I’m not sick. Ellie, my wife left me. Yeah, she…look, please, meet for dinner, and I’ll tell you everything. Yes, tonight. How about the Mayflower restaurant at 7:00. Great. I’ll be counting the minutes.”

Jason arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and looked for Ellie. “I don’t see her. I wonder if she changed her mind. What will I do if she changed her mind? As he looked around, he heard his name called, turned quickly, and saw Ellie walking toward him. Both smiled happy smiles and they hugged. Holding her hands in his, he stepped back. “Ellie, I would have known you anywhere. You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Come on, Jason. It’s been over thirty years.”

“I still say you haven’t changed. Oh, it’s so good to see you,” he said and hugged her. “Come, let’s sit down.”

They sat at a table and looked into each other’s eyes as though they were looking for something. Ellie wasn’t sure what she saw, but Jason saw what he wanted to see. Jason saw his savior. He saw her as the woman who came into his life at the time when he needed someone to save him.

“Jason, you said your wife left you. What happened?”

“I don’t know. She just left me…for another man. Since she left me, I’ve been looking for answers, but I can’t find any. I was so sad, but Ellie, I have to tell you, I was thinking about you when you called. I couldn’t believe it. You came to me just when I needed you. Thinking of you made those lonely nights bearable. The thought of you saved me. Ellie, would you believe it? I thought I had the perfect marriage, and then it was gone. Thirty years. I thought she was happy, but I was wrong. Ellie, I was so unhappy.”

Ellie sat back and sighed. “I know what you’re feeling. Losing someone you love is painful, isn’t it, Jason?”

“Boy, do I know pain,” he asserted with conviction.” He paused and then spoke in a melancholy tone. “There were some awfully lonely nights after she left,” he said looking at his hands for a few moments, and then he perked up. “Then one night, you popped into my mind. I thought about us when we were kids. Those were the days, weren’t they?” He said grinning. “What wonderful memories. Great memories…memories, memories, memories. Yup, I…oh, listen to me. I’m going on and on. So, tell me all about your life. What’s happened to you in thirty years.”

“Well, after you married, I moved to Texas where I met Dean. After we got married, we settled down, started a small business, and started a family. We had a daughter. My daughter is lovely. Here, let me show you her picture.” she said taking a photo from her purse and showed him. Barely glancing at the photo, he took a photo out of his pocket. “Here’s a picture of my children. We had two daughters. My wife left me just after our first grandchild was born,” he said shaking his head. “I couldn’t believe it. Thirty years of marriage…poof…gone. One day, I left for work in the morning a happily married man and came home a man without a wife. How could she have left me? I thought she loved me. I loved her, but she didn’t love me, and I don’t know why she didn’t love me.”

“I can understand it, Jason. That happens to a lot of people.” She leaned forward in order to make sure he heard every word she had to say, and spoke with a touch of anger in her voice. “People pretend. People use people. It happens all the time.” She sat back and sighed. “So, why did she leave you?”

“She didn’t tell me. All she did was leave me a letter on the kitchen table. I have it here,” he said, took the letter from his pocket and read it to her. “Imagine, after so many years together. Gone.”

“Well, you’re not alone, Jason. I know someone who experienced what you’ve experienced. She loved a man and she thought he loved her, but he didn’t. He used her and then he left her, and when he left her, she thought her world had ended.”

“Boy, I know what she felt. The poor girl. Did I know her?”

“As a matter of fact, you knew her quite well.”

“Really. What was her name?”

“Her name? Oh, it’s been so long, Jason. I can’t remember her name.”

“I see. Uh, uh…what were you talking about? You started a business and you had a daughter?”

“Yes, we had a daughter. Sadly, my husband died a year after she was born.”

“Boy, it must have been pretty rough raising a child all by yourself.”

“There were some rough times, but we made it. She’s a nurse now.”

“Rough times. Boy, do I know about rough times,” Jason said pointing at his chest with his thumb. “When my wife left me, I thought my world had ended.”

“I guess it must have been awful, Jason.”

“It was. It was. Before my wife left me, time flew. After she left me, time seemed to stand still. The nights were so long and so lonely. I never had any idea that anything was wrong. All of a sudden…boy, do I know pain. Oh, there I go again. Rambling. I interrupted you. You said you had a daughter?

“Yes, we had a daughter, Jason.”

“That’s great. Yeah, that’s great.”

He looked into Ellie’s eyes. “I never had any idea that anything was wrong. Then, all of a sudden…gone. Can you imagine how I felt?” He paused. “Oh, forgive me. There I go again. Rambling. I interrupted you. You were talking about your daughter.”

“Yes, I told you that we had a daughter, and that my husband died just after she was born.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Uh, Ellie,” he said taking her hands. “Uh, Ellie, I have to tell you something. I should have contacted you right after my wife left me. I shou…”

Ellie took her hands from his, and then sobbed. She took a hanky from her purse and wiped her eyes as Jason stared bewildered.

“Ellie, you’re crying. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

She glared at him. “Suddenly, after all these years, I’m important. Why did you break off our relationship, Jason? Why didn’t you want me…back then? Why didn’t you see then that I could have made you happy? Why didn’t you?”

“I…I don’t know what to say. Life was good until my wife left me, and then I was so unhappy. You don’t know what it’s like. You couldn’t. It was awful, and…and then…then, I thought of you. I asked myself, why did I let you go? Believe me,” he pleaded. “But now, we’re together. The past is gone. We have the present and the future.”

“Yes, Jason, the past is gone, and what we had, if we ever had anything, ­is gone, too. What you and I hoped for this evening didn’t happen. I’m sorry…for both of us. Good-bye, Jason,” she said quietly, wiped her eyes, and left.

He stood and reached out to her as she left. “Ellie…please, don’t leave me.” After she was gone, he sat, took out the letter from his wife, read it to himself, threw it down on the table, and covered his face with his hands and sobbed. “What’s going to become of me?”

Romantic classics :THE PERFECT YOUNG COUPLE

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Darlene noticed the couple as they entered. They looked to be in their mid to late 20s, the better part of ten years younger than she herself. What a perfect couple, she thought.

They looked like a perfect match. The guy was handsome, with a powerful build and gorgeous, muscular face. Must lift weights, she figured.

The girl was stunning — fine brunette hair, exquisitely layered with a slight inward flip just at shoulder length, and attractive bangs that accentuated the beauty of her face. A perfect face and perfect body that made people think she must be some celebrity who’d come out of seclusion. Covering this body was a strapless yellow body-wrap top, matching tight yellow shorts, and black stiletto heels. Wish I was a perfect doll like that, thought Darlene.

Even though there were only three other customers in the diner, the young pair preferred a booth in the most remote section of the diner that they could find … shadowed from the morning light that poured through the front windows. The pastel turquoise seat cushions matched the pastel turquoise laminate of the table top.

The guy sat straight, his arms folded. The girl leaned forward, onto her arms crossed on the smooth pastel table. Her head was bowed, as if in regret or shame. Uh oh, thought Darlene … they’ve got a disagreement.

She came over to their booth carrying two glasses of cold water. She liked the way the guy surveyed her as she approached. His eyes had that flicker that could smolder into something. “Hi, hon” she said, leaning on their table, revealing the cleavage under her blue spaghetti-strap top. “What can I getcha?”

Vic’s eyes dwelled momentarily on the waitress’s rough, mature beauty. “Just coffee” he said.

Darlene smiled, turned to the girl, who was also looking her over. She likes women, Darlene figured. “What’s for you, hon?” she asked the girl.

“I’ll have a cup of tea” said Susan.

“Right up” said Darlene with a smile and a nod, then whisked herself back over to the counter.

Vic cast a lingering glance at Darlene’s dark brunette ponytail and the derriere of her tight jeans as she retreated, then focused back on Susan. “So you’re really going through with this” he muttered, trying to replace his scowl with a hurt, caring expression.

“Vic … you know I love you” pleaded Susan. “You know I love Becky. But you’ll both be all right.” She raised her moist, clear brown eyes to meet his. “You know I’ll come back.”

“Why do I know that?” It was more a statement than a question.

“Because you know me. You know my heart.” Susan paused to wipe a tear from her eye. “You know I’ll be back with you…”

“Yeah … you’ll be back, probably bringing us all a little brown present from Maurice …”

“Don’t be mean. You know I wouldn’t do anything like that without … without talking with you …”

“What’s mean? I’m just being realistic. You keep saying how you’d love to have a … a baby that’s half African …”

Darlene brought their coffee and tea and put them on the table. “Cream?” she asked.

“No, thanks” said Vic.

“Anything else?”

“Not for now.”

Darlene smiled and left them alone. She could sense trouble.

Vic put his face in his hands, leaning into his elbows on the table. Then he crossed his arms and looked up, into his girl’s eyes. “Susan … Becky needs you, here. She needs her mom … here. How can you …”

Susan dabbed her eyes with a tissue. “Vic … we’ve been over and over this. I gotta do what I gotta do. You know I’m trying … I’ve been trying to find myself …”

“I just wish you could find yourself here. With me … and Becky. Instead of finding kinky sex with people that chain you up and whip you like a prisoner …”

“Vic, I’ve told you over and over … it’s just role-playing …”

“Well … you told me you needed to play these games to get yourself … to fire up your sex appetite. It was all to help our sex life. But this sounds to me like you’re … you’re replacing your real life with a … a life of playing games …”

“Vic, you know it’s way more than that. You know I have a … a close and loving relationship with … with Fiona … and Maurice. A beautiful relationship. I wish you could see that …”

“I’ll tell you what I see. What I see is two women chasing after a stud that has sex with them, then ties ’em up and whips their asses in appreciation… That’s what I see.”

“Well, you’ve never understood. It’s nothing like that…”

A burly older guy came in the diner and sat at the counter.

“Hey, Frank …” Darlene greeted him. “Whattaya up for this morning? Cup o’ coffee?”

“Sure” said Frank.

Darlene poured his coffee. “What else can I getcha?” she asked.

“What I want,” he said, focusing on her intently, “I’m looking at. But I dunno how much of it’s on the menu …”

Darlene giggled, softly, flattered at the flirtation. “You’d hafta negotiate something with my hubby,” she said, “and I dunno if he’s in any mood to negotiate on that …” She also gave a quick glance around the diner, including in Vic’s direction. Vic had seen her looking at him.

He peered back into Susan’s eyes. “What I understand” he said, “is that you wanna run off with them and leave me and Becky and your home and your job …”

“It’s only for a while …”

“Where is it they’re moving to?”

“Wyoming … Maurice has a job in Cheyenne. And I can be certified as a teacher in Wyoming.”

“Have you figured out where you’re gonna live?”

“Maurice and Fiona bought a big trailer … We plan to live in the trailer.”

“I’m sure it’s well-equipped … with all the handcuffs, and the ball gags, and whips, and dog collars … And don’t forget your little enema kit …”

“You’re just being snide.”

“Have you thought this through? Two white women living with a black guy. In Wyoming. In a trailer full of sex toys and bondage hardware …”

“We’ll be careful …”

Vic looked at her, now pleadingly. “You were never into this kinky lesbian crap when I met you. You didn’t know what bondage was. You weren’t into enemas, either …” Anger flashed in his eyes. “I oughta go over and beat the shit out of them. Both of them …”

“Don’t say that. They didn’t do anything to me. I’m meeting my own needs. They’re my friends. More than friends … we have a bond … a spiritual bond …”

“I thought you had a spiritual bond with me … and Becky. You know … your daughter? Your four-year-old?”

“I still do. I’ll come back to you, you know I will …”

“Shit …”

“Vic, some women have needs. Like men have needs. You oughta know. You had your own needs, and you got your own satisfaction … with Diane.”

Vic’s face flushed. “So that’s what it’s all about — revenge? Diane is history … I thought we’d moved past that …”

“We did move past it. And this is not about revenge. It’s about fulfilling myself … fulfilling my needs. I’ve found needs I didn’t know I had.”

Susan took a deep breath. “You’ve had your adventures. I need to have mine. I need to be allowed to explore myself.”

“This is not the way it’s supposed to be” pleaded Vic. “This isn’t the way things are supposed to happen …”

“I know … I know it’s not the way society says things are supposed to happen” said Susan. “But what society says, and the way people are, can be two different things.”

Something snapped in Vic’s consciousness, like a switch. It was as if the air pressure in the diner had changed.

“All right” he said, suddenly agreeable, smiling weakly. “Go have your adventure. Your mom will help me take care of Becky.”

Susan saw a strange new look in his eyes. “You really mean it?”

“I mean it. You can tell me all about it when you come back to me. When you come back home …”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure …”

Susan’s eyes brightened. She got up, went around to his side of the table, leaned over and kissed him. It was a long, hot, lingering kiss. Vic wondered how many adventures those gorgeous lips, that delightful tongue would have. Before she’d come back to him, if she ever would …

He watched her leave, pushing the door open, turning heads as she walked out and disappeared down the street. Sadness started to close in on him.

Darlene came over, coffee pot in hand. “More coffee?”

“Yeah, guess so…”

She refilled his cup. “You OK?”

“Not really …”

“Breakup?”

“Kinda … I guess you could call it that … kinda complicated …” He looked up at her. “What’s your name?”

“Darlene.”

“What time you get off?”

“Listen, I’m married. I got two kids…”

“I just got free. And I got a four-year-old. How does Happy Hour sound?”

Darlene smiled. “Four-thirty” she said.

SHOCKING MEDICAL IMPORTANT OF HAVING A KISS REGULARLY

Kissing is one of the simplest forms of expressing affection and love to those around us. Depending on where you’re from, you might have actually kissed new people on the cheek in greeting. We want to kiss babies, our children, friends and of course our partners.

When in a romantic embrace, your heart starts pounding, you feel the thrill of the moment and you even get butterflies in your stomach — if you’re into it, that is. Obviously, there are many pleasures in kissing, but researchers have found that there are also major health benefits to the activity.

Here are 6 of them

1. Kissing boosts the immune system

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Romantic kissing, even when it’s between people on a first date, can be beneficial to your immune system. According to a 2005 research, lust — and the kissing that goes along with it — affects the body by reducing stress levels that help promote a healthy state. Another study found that couples who kiss at least nine times per day share the same microbiota in their saliva. That means that together, partners can enjoy an improved immune system and less need for sick days.

2. Kissing might help reduce sadness or depression

Kissing releases feel-good neurotransmitters including the love hormone, oxytocin, and vasopressin, the hormone that bonds partners with one another, and mothers with their babies. Studies also show that dopamine, which affects the brain’s reward and pleasure centres, is released when we kiss our loved one.

3. Kissing can reduce blood pressure

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According to Andréa Demirjian, author of Kissing: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about One of Life’s Sweetest Pleasures, when we kiss someone passionately, our heart rate increases in a healthy way and can help lower blood pressure. “It dilates your blood vessels — blood is flowing in a good, solid fashion and getting to all your vital organs.”

4. Kissing can help reduce your stress levels

Kissing in partnered relationships can have a positive effect on stress levels. Citing Affection Exchange Theory, a 2009 study found that physical affection, including kissing, helps build resilience against stress. It also lowers cortisol levels in the body and may help reduce inflammation and illness as a side effect.

5. Kissing is good for your teeth

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While this isn’t the sexiest benefit to kissing, the extra saliva in your mouth during a smooch session helps wash bacteria off your teeth. Although as Dr Mathew Messina, a dentist and consumer advisor for the American Dental Association, says, “Still, I would not go around advocating kissing after meals instead of brushing.” But, for those of us in a great romantic relationship, it can’t hurt.

6. Kissing might improve cholesterol levels

According to a study, kissing might also help reduce your cholesterol levels as it reduces levels of cortisol in the body. The two work together, with cholesterol promoting higher levels of cortisol. Since it’s also theorized that kissing can reduce your blood pressure, this conclusion makes sense.