Scorch The bead of sweat hung from her brow for an indecisive second before falling to the floor. Flames licked in the corner hearth, oppressive warmth building in the darkened room. Naked skin glistened as she hung facedown from the ropes, hogtied, legs spread, knees bent back. Her arms were crossed behind her back and tied at the wrists. Too slowly to get One limb, one corner. The four poster bed dominated the space. Its place, dead centre, gave the room its purpose. There would be no resting here, no hiding.
I creaked one back open. He still stood there, grinning that familiar smug grin. How was one supposed to react in such a situation? Why was he still so goddam cute? Jesus, Angela, get your mind out your panties. My limbs stayed frozen as he walked slowly towards Three whole weeks , I thought excitedly, as I eyed up the expensive looking paintings hanging in the large hallway which stretched out before me.
I didn't recognise a single one, which meant the Jacksons had probably paid a fortune for them. I pushed my butt off the door, dropped my suitcase, and happy-danced my way down the I'd been pretty close to cumming when my pre-orgasmic blissful build-up was rudely interrupted by her panicked mumbles about getting stuck. For a second, various improbable medical nightmares ran through my head as It poured onto the dance floor like molten tar, animating the bodies writhing in the smoky gloom.
She watched the dance floor and its gyrating zombies with a bored expression and a curl of her immaculately rouged lip while she lounged on a bar stool, dry martini in one hand. Her long legs were crossed, the hemline of her dress I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head.
He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. I had always claimed to be such a good girl, but I lost myself on that dance floor, enthralled by the lazy summer beats and the slumberous passion in his eyes.
Four or five shots of jack will loosen the most reluctant of hips, and I was already feeling a growing need by the time he pulled my waist close against his and I no longer remembered to count.
The morning alarm woke her to the beautiful sight of sun streaming in her window and the tantalising aroma of coffee from the kitchen. Man, she loved programmable coffee makers - one of the only good things to come out of her two-year long relationship with her lousy ex.
My window panorama showed the trees thrashing about, trying to cling on to the steep cliffs that dropped sharply to the ocean. The cliff-top house creaked and shuddered around me in the gale, feet above a small bay that was being relentlessly pounded by wave after wave of angry, dark-grey water.
Just yesterday, I had picked my way carefully down the cliff