All Chapters of Burning Passion{steamiest short stories}: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I hadn't been to Wang Li's Sports Bar in a long time, not since my wife and I had married. She wasn't much for bars, sports, or Chinese food, so taking her to Wang's was pretty much out of the question. But it had been 6 months since we split up and, after stumbling home from work in the middle of the night and eating whatever I could find in the freezer on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I decided I deserved a break. The project was finished and the boss told us all to take tomorrow off so this was my big night to go out and enjoy myself.I got to Wang's at about 7:30 and asked for a table and a menu. Wang Li ran an interesting establishment. He had taken over an old sports bar and upgraded the video and sound to the cutting edge. A big projection tv with several satellite sets were the main features. He then replaced the over- priced burger-and-fries menu (which no one ever ordered anyway) with cheaper, better tasting Chinese food. It was quirky but popular, which made it a good p

I was not paying attention to Rita, who, once again, decided to take matters into her own hands. She did some kind of two footed leap brushing past me and closing the distance with Frank in the blink of an eye. As she landed, her right hand shot forward full force into his face. He staggered and fell backward clutching his nose. Blood was pouring out everywhere."DAMN YOU! You broke my nose!" he howled. "I REALLY think now would be a good time to leave!" I said, louder this time. "Come on, Frank! Get up! I'm not done with you yet." taunted Rita. She had resumed her fighting stance and seemed to be thinking about using his head for soccer practice.I stepped forward again, though this time I wasn't sure who needed defending more.Mercifully, Frank finally got the hint. He rolled over and crawled back a few steps before getting up. He looked back to see Rita still ready to clock him again."Frigid bitch!" he muttered as he retreated to his car, got in, and squealed out of the parking l

I sure didn't feel lonely! My dick was at half mast and rising. Rita's thigh was touching mine through our clothes. She was sitting as close to me as she possibly could without laying down in my lap. Then, suddenly, she put her glass on the coffee table, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on the lips. Being the coordinated person that I am, I promptly spilled my 1/2 glass of wine all over the two of us. She immediately broke the embrace and burst out laughing. I had to laugh, too, as I tried to wipe up a little of the wine with a tiny cocktail napkin that was on the table. So much for my romantic prowess. There are kids one third my age who can competently make out without spilling anything!"I'm sorry" she managed to say between the laughter spasms. "I guess you weren't quite ready for that." "I guess not!" I laughed. "but I was really enjoying it, at least until the cold wind hit my chest." We laughed again."Come on!" she said as she got up and pulled me up. She

SharonThe heat was insufferable. It had come out of nowhere, blasting through the city and melting everything and everyone in its path. It had even reached all the way out to the suburbs, stifling my entire life.As if it wasn’t bad enough with the lock down, now we had to suffer through unbearable heat on top of it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the rest of the summer. I was already covered in sweat. I could feel it trickling down my spine and falling between my butt cheeks.To make matters worse, my clothes were already soaked and I’d only just gotten out of bed. I could feel the lukewarm wetness clinging to my skin, making it difficult for me to breathe. I knew I was going to have to change soon. There was no way I was going to sit around in stinky wet clothes all day.It didn’t help that the sun was streaming through my windows, the sheer curtain barely stopping the warm rays from pounding down into my bedroom. My fingers moved to the edge of the curtain and pulled it

I stepped away from the window and moved through the house, toward my front door. I could still see him through the glass, preparing to cut my lawn. I stayed there for a moment, watching him, admiring the way he moved his body.It was hard not to get wrapped up in him. He was so beautiful, with his brown hair and deep brown eyes and perfectly tanned skin from working outside all day. Just looking at him made my stomach flip and my heart flutter.But I needed to stop staring and put my plan into motion. If I didn't, I would waste the entire day watching him, and then he would vanish just as quickly as he'd appeared.The worst part of this was the not knowing. Not all young, strapping men were into older women such as myself. Even if I had kept myself tight and toned, it didn't mean they would find me attractive.I was going to have to put myself out there, to be vulnerable, and if I got rejected it was going to sting. Usually I would be able to deal with it easily.Don't want me? No pr