I got out of my car, an old ’96 beat up Chevy Blazer that I kept around for occasions like this. I loved these passionate encounters with Nick, but I always kept my safety in the back of my mind. The less he knew about the real me, the better. My real name is Rebecca,
Tennis has always been my life since I was a small boy in Mexico City. My father was the head gardener at an estate owned by a very important man and he used to take me with him so I could hit the balls on the court. I had a talent and I used it
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. Then he paused a moment, listened, and put the receiver back in its cradle. No more than a minute later he heard a loud groan coming from somewhere in the house. And then he heard quick, tiny footsteps rushing towards the study. He turned in his
It had been a long time. She didn’t know whether she had stayed away for him, or because of him. But there was the dance floor, and several cowboys sauntering up already. She doesn’t want to dance yet, so she turns and starts walking. It is a warm night, middle of summer… dry Texas heat
I began the walk home, dreading it. It is so far, through the darkened heart of the campus, all deserted during this holiday weekend. I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. It was
Angel sighed deeply, her mouth slightly pursed as the air pushed out over her lips. She had been preparing for this for so long, and now it was so much that she could barely restrain herself. Tom was behind her, leaning against the club wall, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed the back
This story was written as a fantasy. The bar was a dump and located in the worst part of town. It never seemed to close, as required by state law. Most of the men who came here were drunks or trouble makers. Women very seldom, if ever, came in. It was always crowded from noon
It was a nice walk, I thought as we strolled back up the hill to our hotel, which was in fact an old historic Victorian with a sweeping view of the Puget Sound. We could still hear the slightly drunken chatter of the wedding we’d just left and while it was fun and your old
This extreme story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. “Easy Enzo,” he said as she began to struggle. He held her arms behind her. Her legs were held apart by the spreader, and he felt her stiffen as the dog started to taste her.