“Bow your head.” A thready voice commanded her. She didn’t lift her gaze from her empty plate, bringing her hands together and closing her eyes. A loud thud and muffled cries reached her ears, sending a skittered of shivered down her spine. The cries trailed off to whimpers that made her squeeze her eyes tight. …
Dirty girl, that’s what he liked to call me. He’d tell me to strip and make me pose, legs spread and mouth opened wide. He’d stand over me, cock bobbing, balls heavy with cum, and tell me to service him. I’m press to my face in his groin and lick. From tip to base, tight …
Just before midnight. The book landed in front of her, a glaring reminder of a lapse in judgment. The minuses, large minuses, marched down the column of the book. Not the doctored one she’d been showing him, but the actual book. She swallowed as she watched his face shift from the usual calm to this …
The town overflows with the promise of a party. The way his fingers tickle up my leg as we weave through the crowd sends my joy higher. I want to dance with him under the red lanterns and stringed lights, swaying to the band I hear playing in the distance. His hand finds mine as …
“Are you one of those girls?” What a strange question to ask. A weird segue after talking about favorite philosopher. “What kind of girl?” He’d messaged her on Bumble and they’d started to have a really good conversation. He seemed to be into a lot of the things she was. Traveling, trying new foods, cuddling …
The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew. Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him. He couldn’t look and see her …
As she reared up over him, her hair draping around them like strands of dry wheat, her breasts bounced and flopped like low-hanging fruit. His hands itched to feel those round apples. Squeezing them so the flesh would bulge through his fingers. She’d tied him down though, preventing him from doing little else except watching …
“What were you dreaming about last night?” Her fingers walked up his chest as he pulled her into his side. It sent goosebumps over his skin as she made circles around his nipple. “Nothing. It was a pretty dreamless night for me.” She tweaked his nipple, then pinched it until he moaned. “No, you were …
It was the position of her body, plus the skin gleaming as though fresh from the shower and the face so peaceful, that told a story. “Looks like a, uh, thirty-two year female, dumped in the park. Naked, six gunshot wounds to the back, minimal blood at the scene.” Beautiful girl. That was his thought …
“Can I get thirty dollars on pump,” she turned to glance through the window, “one?” She tried handing the guy her credit card, but he just turned and spit a brown stream into a bottle near where her hand rested. This guy was about as backwoods as it got. The amount of John Deere apparel …