Dream On
by Alasdair McPherson
Genre: Humour
Swearwords: None.
Description: Beware la femme fatale!
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Many of my fellow Olympians are married, exhibiting the complacent disregard for each other that seems to characterise stable long-lasting relationships. The women gently flirt with each other's husbands and the men look pleased but sheepishly embarrassed by the attentions. They probably all went to school together in their distant youth and might have easily settled into some other combination within the group.
The bond once made, however, is secure and exclusive. It would be a grave error to think that their behaviour indicated indifference: rather it underlines their confidence in their lasting love.
Into this cosy ménage of domestic felines, entered a cougar: she is pretty, has a superb figure and makes no secret of the fact that she enjoys talking to men rather more than to women. She also plays badminton better than they do which in itself is an indictable offence!
It took no time at all for the other ladies to assert their claims of ownership. It would not do to scratch eyes and pull hair because this would give the men much too good an opinion of themselves. You can only imagine the disparaging remarks about her that are made to their spouses in private. In public they smile at her and leave her a maximum of fifteen seconds alone with their men.
On the court they try to show unfailing sportsmanship while they seek to humiliate her with winning strokes using their racquets like scourges to draw blood.
I do not have a wife and I would gladly have more than fifteen seconds of her time. I find her face and figure enchanting and her smiling attention beguiling. Since she has started to wear a minimal sport's skirt revealing shapely legs I have been consumed by quivering lust. As the Bard says:
Swearwords: None.
Description: Beware la femme fatale!
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Many of my fellow Olympians are married, exhibiting the complacent disregard for each other that seems to characterise stable long-lasting relationships. The women gently flirt with each other's husbands and the men look pleased but sheepishly embarrassed by the attentions. They probably all went to school together in their distant youth and might have easily settled into some other combination within the group.
The bond once made, however, is secure and exclusive. It would be a grave error to think that their behaviour indicated indifference: rather it underlines their confidence in their lasting love.
Into this cosy ménage of domestic felines, entered a cougar: she is pretty, has a superb figure and makes no secret of the fact that she enjoys talking to men rather more than to women. She also plays badminton better than they do which in itself is an indictable offence!
It took no time at all for the other ladies to assert their claims of ownership. It would not do to scratch eyes and pull hair because this would give the men much too good an opinion of themselves. You can only imagine the disparaging remarks about her that are made to their spouses in private. In public they smile at her and leave her a maximum of fifteen seconds alone with their men.
On the court they try to show unfailing sportsmanship while they seek to humiliate her with winning strokes using their racquets like scourges to draw blood.
I do not have a wife and I would gladly have more than fifteen seconds of her time. I find her face and figure enchanting and her smiling attention beguiling. Since she has started to wear a minimal sport's skirt revealing shapely legs I have been consumed by quivering lust. As the Bard says:
What! I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife! And I to sigh for her! To watch for her! To pray for her! Go to; it is a plague That Cupid will impose for my neglect Of his almighty dreadful little might. |
About the Author
Originally from Dalmuir, Alasdair McPherson is now retired and living in exile in Lincolnshire.
He says he has always wanted to write, but life got in the way until recently. He has already penned two novels and is now trying his hand at short stories.
He says he has always wanted to write, but life got in the way until recently. He has already penned two novels and is now trying his hand at short stories.