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Regrets, A Novel based on a True Story by Lee Dorsey

Erotic Romance. It’s November 1941 and Robert is a senior at a University in South Carolina. It’s a momentous month ” he meets Julia, the woman he will eventually marry, and her father who will direct his professional life. Then there’s of bombing of Pearl Harbor that sends him directly in the military, which will determine his life over the next few years.
While Julie teaches Robert about sex, he enjoys the company of other woman during the war as well. When the war is over and he returns home, there’s a surprise waiting for him. A French woman with whom he enjoyed a one night stand in Paris locates him, arriving with a young child in her arms. She informs him that the girl his, then leaves the child for him to raise and promptly disappears. After convincing his brother Adam and his wife to adopt little Maria, the girl becomes his deep, dark secret.
Although Robert goes on to marry Julia and become a wealthy member of her family, the secret of Maria continues to haunt him, eventually driving him to the brink of depression. Is there any resolution for the terrible regret he feels?
This true story of sex, war, deception and love includes graphic depictions of lovemaking including oral and anal sex.

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Julia fixed me another drink and poured herself a glass of wine. She moved around the room and turned off several of the lights. She left one lamp lit that gave a romantic atmosphere to the room. Then she sat down next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. “This wine is having me feel romantic. If I have another glass, I will probably attack you,” she said with a smile.

I decided to play along with her comment. There was still room for more wine in her glass. I rose and crossed to the table where a newly opened bottle of wine was sitting. I brought the bottle back and poured the wine to the rim of her glass. She got the humor and began to laugh. I sat down next to her.

After taking two or three more sips of the wine, she looked into my eyes and said, “I’m ready to attack you now, but I don’t think we should do it here. Someone can come in the room and catch us.” She took a brief pause. “Would you like to see where I study and prepare for my exams?” She gestured toward a door at the end of the library.

Without saying a word or responding to her question, we rose together. She took me by the hand and we walked toward a door. When she opened the door, the room was dimly lighted by a small wall light plugged into a socket on the wall. We entered the room and Julia closed and locked the door. The room was an office with a desk, chair, several chairs in front of the desk and a sofa against the wall. There were family pictures hanging on the wall. One prominent photograph of the Major family hung over the sofa.

“Now we have complete privacy,” she said. She put her arms around my neck and moved her body into mine. I put my arms around her and could feel the solid frame of her body. My hand slid down her back. She was built like an athlete. She tilted her head as she looked into my eyes. I couldn’t resist touching her lips with mine. As our mouths met, she slightly opened her oral cavity inviting my tongue to enter. I had never felt the kind of vibrations that were flashing through my body. At that very moment, I was captured by her embrace and a slave to her every wish. I couldn’t recall ever wanting something as much as I wanted her. My inexperience in these matters was evident. She was taking the lead. I was following not knowing what was going to come next. After the long embrace, she broke the silence. “Let’s move to the sofa where we can be more comfortable,” as she released me from her embrace, but held tightly to my hand as she directed me as to where she wanted me to sit. As she sat down, she kicked off her shoes and moved her dress above her knees. Julia had beautiful legs and she was intent on showing them to me. I can’t ever remember wanting to be as close to someone as I wanted to be with Julia. Was this infatuation or was it something else. Was I falling in love with this woman? When I accepted John’s invitation to spend Thanksgiving with his family, I never dreamed that I would get romantically involved with the woman he showed me in the photograph back in our dorm room. She put her arms around my neck and we began to passionately kiss. I fell back on the sofa and Julia moved on top of me kissing my lips and neck. She welcomed my hands exploring her body and in fact, she encouraged it. My erection was evident. Julia found it; she began rubbing her hand over the extrusion. She found the zipper and began to pull it down. Meanwhile, my hand began to caress her beautiful thighs and after a while, I touched her panties. She was wet. We were getting close to doing something we would more than likely regret tomorrow I had to react. I didn’t want to take advantage of this young woman after all the generosity her family had bestowed on me this Thanksgiving. I put my hand over hers and said, “Before we go any further, I think we should talk about this.” It momentarily ruined the mood, but I felt an obligation as a man and gentleman.

She took a long pause and let her hand slide off my manhood as she said, “You’re right. I got carried away. I find you very appealing and for the moment, I completely lost control. We hardly know one another, but I assure you I would like very much to see where a relationship with you will go in the future.”

“I would like to explore a relationship with you as well. The little time we’ve known one another, I feel very comfortable with you and your family. I just don’t want to do something that both of us may feel sorry for some time in the future.” I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly on the lips. We sat there quietly in the dark with our bodies held tightly against one another. Tomorrow is another day, I thought. I was looking forward to seeing how this relationship with Julia will develop.


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