Erotic Encounter: A Story of Desire This is my absolute first attempt at writing any erotica, so I am posting this looking for a bit of feedback from you guys and girls, on whether or not I should continue trying to write, or abandon the effort. I understand there are a number of grammar errors, so forgive me there. This was written as a semi-true story. More fantasy than anything. My girl sent me the series of messages she did in this story while I was asleep.. I awakened to see them on my phone, so decided to use them in this attempt at a story written for her. Now you get to see.. It was late, and he was just getting off work. Why tonight of all nights did he have to work late? She sounded a mix of angry, let down and sad when he called her to say that he would be stuck at work nearly half the night and wouldn't be able to go out dancing with her like they had planned a week in advance. He felt horrible as he started up his car and pulled onto the highway for his drive home. Hopefully when he got home, she wouldn't be too upset, he thought to himself. He hated hearing that touch of sadness in her voice when he phoned earlier. It ripped at him inside knowing that he had caused her to feel that way. Maybe the night could be salvaged afterall. On his way home he stopped in to the store and searched for the nicest bouquet of flowers they had, some candles and a small bottle of Scotch they could enjoy when he finally arrived home to her. (He normally would have picked up a bottle of nice wine.. But she still wasn't too fond of any wine. Yet) After stopping at the store, he pulled into the parking lot for their apartment. It wasn't a luxurious place, but it had all they needed. Each other. Walking to their door, with her flowers in his hand he searched for the words he would say to her, still feeling guilty beyond words for causing her to feel any sadness. He tried to open the door but was surprised to find it locked. …but everything was about to change
