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For the Love of Marni
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
15,482
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1 - An Introduction
Author’s Note:
Well, I realize that you haven’t heard from me in a couple of years. I haven’t really felt the inspiration to write. I’m hoping to start up again, so all reviews and help is welcome. I’m trying to build up this story to have great potential, and I think I’ve done well so far.
I hope you enjoy it! So without further ado…
Chapter 1 - An Introduction
He liked to watch. That was his weakness. What was the commandment? Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. He was into that. He got up from his tattered leather desk chair, closing the computer window he had been looking at. Empty email inbox. And no one cared to email him except idiotic spammers with subject lines like Grow 3” in 30 days! All natural hormones! and Shemales R Us. See what we’ve been hiding!
He stood in the middle of his apartment living room for a moment, unsure of why he had gotten up. Then he strode over to his bookcase, filled to the brim with DVDs he had taken himself. Marni taking a shower, Marni eating breakfast, Marni walking her dog, Marni at the gym, Marni having coffee with her mother. He was quite proud of his collection. There were other subjects he had focused on in the past but she was his current, and his favorite.
Popping a DVD into the player, he sat down on his couch and grabbed his portable phone. He put the video on mute and sighed as he got up the courage to dial the number. 8, 9, 3, 0, 5, 9, 4. He anxiously slid a hand through his dark brown hair, just starting to thin, as he waited for the call to connect. He counted the rings then he looked at his watch. 5:30 and she should be home. Why was she screening her calls? He had as much right to—. His thought cut off as the answering machine message kicked in. You’ve reached the Ledges’, we can’t get to the phone right now but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. Thanks! BEEP! “Oh, come on Sandy! Pick up the god damned phone! I know you’re there. He’s my son too and you can’t keep me from him.” He paused and considered his options. “You can expect a call from my lawyer.”
He hung up the phone angrily and let it fall onto the couch. He shut his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then un-muted the TV. The sound of Marni’s voice filled his apartment, reading a bedtime story to her beautiful daughter. Slowly he started to relax as he took in the sound and studied her. The story came to a close, and he started the scene again from the beginning, finding himself in his own reverie.
Marni was beautiful. He supposed that that went without saying. She had lustrous light brown hair that held a small amount of curl. She refused to dye it, so right now it was starting to streak with gray. Her light-skinned face was wrinkled only with laugh lines, from a life filled with happiness. Her nose was small, her lips were full, her lashes were dark and long, and her eyes were hazel. She never bothered with much makeup, never having the patience for it, and the only vanity that she allowed herself was to replace her heavy glasses with contacts. Marni looked maybe 30 out of her 36 years, and her body echoed her face. Beautiful breasts, small hips, long legs. The clothes she wore purposefully toned down her alluring body, but he knew what lay underneath.
His given name was David Lucas Ledges, and he hated it. He preferred to be called “Luke” and so that’s what his friends (what few he had) called him. He was 39, 5’9, brown eyes, thin lips, slightly yellowed teeth from smoking, small frame. He was muscled, but only because his doctor had recommended exercise in his lifestyle. His apartment was cluttered and remnants of his meal last night still remained on his kitchen counters. His living room was the place where he spent most of his time and often fell asleep in front of his television with one of his DVDs on loop, waking to her image before him.
Luke started to grow tired of the bedtime story and so he changed the DVD to one of Marni having dinner with her family a couple years ago. This had been taken shortly after he moved into his new apartment, across the street from her house. It was before she discovered her husband had been having an affair. Before her world fell into tiny little pieces. It was this that had made her so interesting to him. How could something so bad happen to one so good? It didn’t make sense to him.
He got up, looked at his watch again, checked his email (no new messages), grabbed a six pack out of the refrigerator and settled in again in front of his TV. It was going to be a long night.
***
Luke woke up to a small hangover, sweaty clothing plastered to his body and greasy hair that clung lightly to his face. He would have slept better on his bed, but he couldn’t tear himself away from Her, watching his live camera feed as she slept. It was the summertime and she always kept her window open slightly, letting the breeze come in at night. She had already been up for a few hours, he knew, since her daughter had to be to school early and she liked to go jogging before the heat of the sun made it uncomfortable. Her husband, Greg, was out again on another business trip. A feeble disguise for what they both knew it to be: another woman. They had decided, Luke knew, to stay together until their daughter was old enough to understand their separation.
He stripped his clothing off on his way to the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the shower, and took a leak while he waited for it to warm up. Luke looked in the mirror and studied himself. His face made him look a decade older than he actually was, lines etched in on his forehead and around his eyes. His cheeks were slightly leathery from too many days in the sun, once, though he hadn’t been out in sunlight like that for years now. His chest was lightly dusted with hair, some lint peaked out of his belly button and he stuck in his finger to retrieve it. He had a slight roundness to his stomach, and a happy trail that lead down to trimmed pubic hair and his, now flaccid, penis. He didn’t even know why he kept up with the trimming, except that it gave him hope that maybe he wouldn’t “lose it” if he didn’t use it. Luke sighed again and turned around, verifying the steam that was now emanating from the shower.
When he was inside he found his thoughts drifting to what Marni would look like in her shower after she got back from her morning jog, and felt his dick rise to the occasion. Taking advantage of the lubricant that the water and soap were providing, and the erotic thoughts coursing through his head, he masturbated and then finished his washing.
Now finished, Luke grabbed a towel and dried himself off as he went in quest of a suitable pair of underwear, pants, and shirt, then settled himself in front of his computer again. This time, when he checked his email, he had received several from his clients. When Luke wasn’t busy watching Marni or taking care of any of his other needs, he did webpage work for clients by referral only. It was his way of managing the amount of clients he worked with. He settled into his routine and commenced his work, pushing Marni temporarily away from his thoughts.
***
Marni was out at the park with her daughter, pushing her on the swings and chatting with the other mothers there that afternoon. It was lovely outside, and for once he was sitting on a park bench, outside, cautiously watching her. He had had a few close calls in the past, but so far it seemed that she had no idea of his activities. Apparently she was too oblivious to think that someone could or would take such an interest in her, and that was just the way he liked it.
One of the women told a joke and her laughter filled the entire park. Luke almost gasped in sheer pleasure from the sound. How amazing it would feel to have her laugh like that at something he had said. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and focused back on the rolling tape that was covertly tucked behind his newspaper, but still clear enough to get a great shot of what she was up to. Marni’s daughter (what was her name again? Hannah!), Hannah, had gotten off of the swings and was running over to the slide. Marni cautioned her to be careful then turned back to her friend. Hannah was 9 now but Marni still liked to keep a careful eye on her just in case something should happen. She was so conscientious.
Luke’s cell phone rang and the two women looked up, startled at the sound. The ring tone shrilled high above the sound of children playing, and he cursed himself for not leaving his cell on vibrate. He hastily gathered up his things and removed himself from the bench, gone so fast that when Marni finally realized where the sound had come from, he was already gone.
***
Luke listened again to the voicemail that his ex wife had left him.
“I can and will keep our son from you if it means that he’ll have a better life. Do you really think you are in a position to demand anything from me after all of those tapes I found? You’re sick Luke. Perverted. You’ll never see your son again. Have your damned lawyer call me if you want, but the courts will never grant you custody. Ever.”
Before he started to cry, he got up from his couch, selected a DVD and put it on, letting the sound of Marni’s voice put him at ease.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her mother…”
Well, I realize that you haven’t heard from me in a couple of years. I haven’t really felt the inspiration to write. I’m hoping to start up again, so all reviews and help is welcome. I’m trying to build up this story to have great potential, and I think I’ve done well so far.
I hope you enjoy it! So without further ado…
Chapter 1 - An Introduction
He liked to watch. That was his weakness. What was the commandment? Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. He was into that. He got up from his tattered leather desk chair, closing the computer window he had been looking at. Empty email inbox. And no one cared to email him except idiotic spammers with subject lines like Grow 3” in 30 days! All natural hormones! and Shemales R Us. See what we’ve been hiding!
He stood in the middle of his apartment living room for a moment, unsure of why he had gotten up. Then he strode over to his bookcase, filled to the brim with DVDs he had taken himself. Marni taking a shower, Marni eating breakfast, Marni walking her dog, Marni at the gym, Marni having coffee with her mother. He was quite proud of his collection. There were other subjects he had focused on in the past but she was his current, and his favorite.
Popping a DVD into the player, he sat down on his couch and grabbed his portable phone. He put the video on mute and sighed as he got up the courage to dial the number. 8, 9, 3, 0, 5, 9, 4. He anxiously slid a hand through his dark brown hair, just starting to thin, as he waited for the call to connect. He counted the rings then he looked at his watch. 5:30 and she should be home. Why was she screening her calls? He had as much right to—. His thought cut off as the answering machine message kicked in. You’ve reached the Ledges’, we can’t get to the phone right now but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message we’ll get back to you as soon as we can. Thanks! BEEP! “Oh, come on Sandy! Pick up the god damned phone! I know you’re there. He’s my son too and you can’t keep me from him.” He paused and considered his options. “You can expect a call from my lawyer.”
He hung up the phone angrily and let it fall onto the couch. He shut his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then un-muted the TV. The sound of Marni’s voice filled his apartment, reading a bedtime story to her beautiful daughter. Slowly he started to relax as he took in the sound and studied her. The story came to a close, and he started the scene again from the beginning, finding himself in his own reverie.
Marni was beautiful. He supposed that that went without saying. She had lustrous light brown hair that held a small amount of curl. She refused to dye it, so right now it was starting to streak with gray. Her light-skinned face was wrinkled only with laugh lines, from a life filled with happiness. Her nose was small, her lips were full, her lashes were dark and long, and her eyes were hazel. She never bothered with much makeup, never having the patience for it, and the only vanity that she allowed herself was to replace her heavy glasses with contacts. Marni looked maybe 30 out of her 36 years, and her body echoed her face. Beautiful breasts, small hips, long legs. The clothes she wore purposefully toned down her alluring body, but he knew what lay underneath.
His given name was David Lucas Ledges, and he hated it. He preferred to be called “Luke” and so that’s what his friends (what few he had) called him. He was 39, 5’9, brown eyes, thin lips, slightly yellowed teeth from smoking, small frame. He was muscled, but only because his doctor had recommended exercise in his lifestyle. His apartment was cluttered and remnants of his meal last night still remained on his kitchen counters. His living room was the place where he spent most of his time and often fell asleep in front of his television with one of his DVDs on loop, waking to her image before him.
Luke started to grow tired of the bedtime story and so he changed the DVD to one of Marni having dinner with her family a couple years ago. This had been taken shortly after he moved into his new apartment, across the street from her house. It was before she discovered her husband had been having an affair. Before her world fell into tiny little pieces. It was this that had made her so interesting to him. How could something so bad happen to one so good? It didn’t make sense to him.
He got up, looked at his watch again, checked his email (no new messages), grabbed a six pack out of the refrigerator and settled in again in front of his TV. It was going to be a long night.
***
Luke woke up to a small hangover, sweaty clothing plastered to his body and greasy hair that clung lightly to his face. He would have slept better on his bed, but he couldn’t tear himself away from Her, watching his live camera feed as she slept. It was the summertime and she always kept her window open slightly, letting the breeze come in at night. She had already been up for a few hours, he knew, since her daughter had to be to school early and she liked to go jogging before the heat of the sun made it uncomfortable. Her husband, Greg, was out again on another business trip. A feeble disguise for what they both knew it to be: another woman. They had decided, Luke knew, to stay together until their daughter was old enough to understand their separation.
He stripped his clothing off on his way to the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the shower, and took a leak while he waited for it to warm up. Luke looked in the mirror and studied himself. His face made him look a decade older than he actually was, lines etched in on his forehead and around his eyes. His cheeks were slightly leathery from too many days in the sun, once, though he hadn’t been out in sunlight like that for years now. His chest was lightly dusted with hair, some lint peaked out of his belly button and he stuck in his finger to retrieve it. He had a slight roundness to his stomach, and a happy trail that lead down to trimmed pubic hair and his, now flaccid, penis. He didn’t even know why he kept up with the trimming, except that it gave him hope that maybe he wouldn’t “lose it” if he didn’t use it. Luke sighed again and turned around, verifying the steam that was now emanating from the shower.
When he was inside he found his thoughts drifting to what Marni would look like in her shower after she got back from her morning jog, and felt his dick rise to the occasion. Taking advantage of the lubricant that the water and soap were providing, and the erotic thoughts coursing through his head, he masturbated and then finished his washing.
Now finished, Luke grabbed a towel and dried himself off as he went in quest of a suitable pair of underwear, pants, and shirt, then settled himself in front of his computer again. This time, when he checked his email, he had received several from his clients. When Luke wasn’t busy watching Marni or taking care of any of his other needs, he did webpage work for clients by referral only. It was his way of managing the amount of clients he worked with. He settled into his routine and commenced his work, pushing Marni temporarily away from his thoughts.
***
Marni was out at the park with her daughter, pushing her on the swings and chatting with the other mothers there that afternoon. It was lovely outside, and for once he was sitting on a park bench, outside, cautiously watching her. He had had a few close calls in the past, but so far it seemed that she had no idea of his activities. Apparently she was too oblivious to think that someone could or would take such an interest in her, and that was just the way he liked it.
One of the women told a joke and her laughter filled the entire park. Luke almost gasped in sheer pleasure from the sound. How amazing it would feel to have her laugh like that at something he had said. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and focused back on the rolling tape that was covertly tucked behind his newspaper, but still clear enough to get a great shot of what she was up to. Marni’s daughter (what was her name again? Hannah!), Hannah, had gotten off of the swings and was running over to the slide. Marni cautioned her to be careful then turned back to her friend. Hannah was 9 now but Marni still liked to keep a careful eye on her just in case something should happen. She was so conscientious.
Luke’s cell phone rang and the two women looked up, startled at the sound. The ring tone shrilled high above the sound of children playing, and he cursed himself for not leaving his cell on vibrate. He hastily gathered up his things and removed himself from the bench, gone so fast that when Marni finally realized where the sound had come from, he was already gone.
***
Luke listened again to the voicemail that his ex wife had left him.
“I can and will keep our son from you if it means that he’ll have a better life. Do you really think you are in a position to demand anything from me after all of those tapes I found? You’re sick Luke. Perverted. You’ll never see your son again. Have your damned lawyer call me if you want, but the courts will never grant you custody. Ever.”
Before he started to cry, he got up from his couch, selected a DVD and put it on, letting the sound of Marni’s voice put him at ease.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her mother…”