"I think this calls for a toast," Emma said as she went and fetched a bottle of Champagne.We drank the wine and sat talking for about an hour till Emm... feigned a yawn."I think its time for bed. Shall we get ready Liz?"The two of them left for the bathroom and David and I sat talking, mostly about his work and the future plans. Ten minutes later Emma stuck her head around the door post and told us that they were finished in the bath-room.David and I did our businesses and joined the women in the. My one daughter remained with my ex, so it was no problem for me to move into a one-bedroom bachelor pad I easily found. I was in my element, again. I loved every second.Since I was a very fit, athletic 45-year-old, I had no trouble meeting and dating younger women. This made me feel more alive than I had been used to after years in a boring marriage. My experience and contacts in the business world made it easy for me to land a decent managerial position in a promising young startup company.. Yet, wearing short skirts and low cut blouses when shopping at their favorite stores, and bikinis when on vacation or out back by their pool, forever trying to attract men’s attention, my ex-girlfriends still dress provocatively sexy while pointing the judgmental finger at me for writing erotica. How dare they make me feel so guilty for writing what I write! Had I known my family and friends would take such exception to me writing erotica, I never would have told them that I write erotica.. "Is that a promise?"Mark smacked her bottom under the sheet. "Forward wench!" He kissed her lips softly again and they held each other firmly but gently for a long time without a word being said.Finally Serena stirred. "Mark," she whispered. "Could I stroke your back with my hair like we used to?" Mmm," murmured Mark taking off his pyjama jacket, "I'd love you to."Serena gave a little purr of happiness, threw the bedclothes back and knelt beside him. She leant forward and used her head to weave.