All in the Plan

All in the Plan

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After realizing that she'd taken a wrong turn in trying to secure her love, Emile embarks on a journey filled with love lust and romance in winning her man back.

Summary

After realizing that she'd taken a wrong turn in trying to secure her love, Emile embarks on a journey filled with love lust and romance in winning her man back.

Chapter1 (v.1) - All in the Plan

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After realizing that she'd taken a wrong turn in trying to secure her love, Emile embarks on a journey filled with love lust and romance in winning her man back.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 16, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 16, 2012

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He was the sexiest thing Emile’d ever seen. Now Emile had been with some fine dudes in her life, but he was rock solid A one material. Neat. Nothing too flashy. Understated. But always with a point. Five-eleven, with the richest cocoa skin you’d ever seen, he was very handsome. Others might say he was a nerd, and quiet. But that’s the kinda shit that turned her on. She knew it from the second time she met up with him. Emile was indeed smitten on their first meeting, but she had to see if it was real or just a fluke. Emile wanted another shot, so that she could know how she was going to play this one out. Emile definitely didn’t want to be thinking about love just off the first date. Was that even really a date? Emile laughed at the thought. Whatever it was she couldn’t wait to see him again. The second date made it official. This guy was worth keeping around. Emile used to lay in bed at night thinking about it their first time. Rubbing her b cups getting her short nipples hard. Of course Emile had lovers and boyfriends before, but this one sent sparks down her back. How could he have just known? Emile traced her way back to the very same bathroom many mornings after and smile about the memories made the night before. That chocolaty man had her up against the tiles in the shower, or maybe she had straddled him over the toilet. The water bedding down her spine, his hands all over her, the hot water entrancing her. Emile could feel his breath on her ear lobe. Breathing Tell me how you like it. Tell me. Oddly enough, no one’s ever asked her how she liked it. Emile knew what she liked, but now exactly how is what puzzled her. Strange.

This was going to be the toughest plan to put into effect yet. But Emelie was up to the challenge. She put her diary down, and the thoughts of a love apart to the side and started about conjuring up a plan.

How was she going to get her man?

He wasn’t the type to be swayed by the vagina. He wasn’t emotional. Definitely not the pour out your soul type. He wasn’t some simpleton that would do whatever she said when she said it. He was a good man. Head strong. Compassionate. He was definitely the man of her dreams.

Emile walked towards the big bay windows of the high rise and felt the twilight wrap over her shoulders. Just like he had done before. The first time it had surprised her. It was totally out of character for him, and she didn’t know what to feel. He had been in the army. Gone through a few tours of duty. She attributed to post traumatic stress. Having being abused as a child she totally understood. Close affection usually makes Emile’s Body wretch. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, as if she were holding tight to the memory. She allowed herself to go into it. Feel it, remember what his love was like, when it was hers. She longed for the genuine moments of tenderness. So pure that every time one happened you’d automatically know it was true. That’s what she was missing. That tenderness. The love and comfort to know it’s going to be alright.

She started to chuckle. She could here him say I’m not the emotional kind of guy. If that’s what you’re looking for then, you need another guy. The stars were so bright. It felt like a good night to hatch out a plan.

The wind was blowing too hard. The ambition of her plan made her pace back into the living room. What could she do? How was she supposed to make him see that all she had done was for the better good of them. She could continue to hide behind fear, or she could stand up and face the music. If she was going to get HER man back she was going to have open herself and be vulnerable.

Emilie could always rely on the excuse of running away from her problems. However in thought, she knew she was going for opportunity. Looking back, she was hoping that he would tell her he wanted her to stay. But why would he? Why would he ask her to give up on her opportunity to stay be hind with him. If people really love each other than, love would survive no matter the distance. She honestly thought they both would be able to start a life together her. They both would be able to get jobs, and be each others support. Her man. The one that read to her. Quoted her the bible, even reading it to her. He fed her mind. All the love she had, what she was searching for she finally found what she was searching for. Emile wanted that to continue. No it wasn’t always flowers and rainbows, but it was all worth it. Just as she closed the patio doors, her phone went off.

Him: what you doing?
(11:09pm)

Me: Was just thinking about you

Him: How you doing?

Him: Watching the game

Now was the time to be honest, while it was on her mind. Of course, she was thinking about him. She missed him in her bed right now. But having not fully developed a plan, she responded and it all went downhill from there.

The one thing she loved most about him is that he never let her go to bed upset. Or never let a misunderstanding go without getting it broken down. He was attuned to her feelings and felt when she was pushing away in fear. Unlike all the other people in her life, he refused to just walk away. Which is why she was devastated when he refused to move with her. But at least tonight he told her why. And this would make the plan making time go much easier.

She started to get wet. She could imagine him sucking on her nipples and make them hard again. But that wouldn’t solve the issue at hand. He still wouldn’t be hers.

They’d just become such good friends. Just to the point where the tenderness was starting to be all she could remember. The sweetest thing she’d ever known. An uncommon feeling. Emilie eased down to the chair in response. Knowing her emotions were starting to get the best of. Why did she ever just give him up and walk away? Didn’t she already know from life that anything worth having is worth fighting for? The wind on the balcony kissed away her tears. This is not what she wanted to be doing. She was supposed to be strong. Let him tell her how much he loved her. Why push him to say it and prove it? Because if it’s real and I can’t salvage this then I just threw it all away.


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