The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two

... other fairly regularly for a few months," I said. "Then, one day, when I was working at ET, this woman came in and walked right up to me and said, "Stay the fuck away from my husband, you little slut!" I was stunned, after she left; I called his cell and confronted him about her."

“What did he say?” Philly asked.

“He said, oh well, babe, it was fun while it lasted. I couldn't believe my ears. He had lied to me all along; he was married and never filed for a divorce." "I was devastated," I said. "Even the most romantic man I'd ever been with turned out to be a lying bastard who just wanted to use me for his sexual pleasure. He was just willing to work at it a little longer before he fucked me over."

I realized that I had been telling Philly all about my previous sexual exploits for the last hour or so. Thinking about what I had just admitted to him, I worried that he would see me like a slut.

"God, Philly, I sound like such a slut," I said. "I've been hurt so often by the men I let into my life; I hope you don’t…..”

Philly put his finger to my lips, cutting off the rest of my sentence. He smiled and said, "Connie, your past means nothing to me; it's your future. I'm most interested in."

He leaned close to me and kissed me on the lips. Very softly and very gently. His fingertips held my cheeks, and I sighed a sigh of relief, knowing Philly didn't think of me as some easy slut.

“I want you to promise me something,” he said.

“What’s that?” I ...

... replied.

"Never bring up your past again, but more importantly, never think that I'm going to change the way I treat you because of what you have told me this morning." He said. "Last night and today, we made incredible love; we made love as I've never known before." Philly continued, “I’ve looked into your eyes, and I saw a passionate, sensitive woman there. I want to explore what I've seen there."

His words touched my heart, giving me a warm feeling deep inside. Perhaps this man, this incredible man I've only known for a short time, was the man who finally could make me feel wanted, feel needed, feel loved. I smiled, kissed him softly, and ran my fingernails through his hair. Time would tell if I'd finally found the one man who I've been searching for such a long time.

Philly said, “Relax, love; I’ll return in a few minutes.”

He slipped from my bed and slowly walked out of my bedroom. I lay back on my soft satin pillow, looking up at the ceiling, smiling inside, and feeling very good about our future together.

A few minutes passed, and I smelled coffee brewing. I didn't want to wait until he returned, so I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I was horrified. My hair was a mess; my makeup was all but gone. Philly had seen me at my morning worst and still wanted to be with me. He is an incredible man. I was about to learn even more about him. I quickly washed my face and brushed out my hair. At least I could look a little more presentable when ...