CW: Rape FantasyThe cold, wet air felt good in her lungs as she ran down her driveway and turned left, following the perfectly smooth suburban sidewalk all the way to the park. …
The innocuous request that got me into this sounded something like, “I’d love to take you back to my place and play you a tune,” doled out above the din of mediocre bar bluegrass and honeyed with a South Texas drawl.
I imagined a dusty record collection or a beat-up…
Guests milled, weaving invisible paths on the wood floor. Grace followed their feet with her eyes, careful not to move. The metal rod was uncomfortably deep in her ass, and even the slightest movement backward inspired sharp intakes of breath. She’d been standing there, as still as possible, for over…
On the rocks. Not like a drink, which is exactly what she needed right now. No… on the rocks… as in having serious difficulties — likely to crash and burn. That’s where their marriage was right now: sliding down an embankment with no happy ending in sight.
But, to avoid…
It had been a shitty evening. A blind date gone terribly south. Rain. Cold. Blisters in too high heels. But, the blinking neon signs lifted Samantha’s spirits as shiny baubles did many other women. A drink would help. Just one before she went upstairs to her quiet, empty apartment. It…
Emily looked into the bag she had brought with her into the kitchen and felt minutely silly over its contents. Spicing things up in the bedroom was not her strong suit, and she found herself too often falling back on cliché, rather worn-out ideas. Not that he’d likely care. …
Her skin was like coal, dark black and ashy in places, so dry she looked as if a stiff wind would blow her away like a mound of sand in a hot desert. She spoke in a whisper as Jessica passed.
“Miss?”
She might have missed it any other day…
“Annabelle.”
It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work.
He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond.
“You need to put it away. It’s time.”
“But, I have just one more email…”…
Rebecca couldn’t help glancing occasionally at the subtle bulge, wondering at the size of him. As he read, her gaze swam slow laps between his lips and the pleated shadows beneath his belt.
Michael Parks was relaxed and confident before this crowd, smiling easily and gesturing with his hands. His…
Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.”
“Yell-o…’sup, hon?”
“Drivin’.”
“And?”
“Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.”
“Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?”
“Yep.”
“I could probably swing somethin’.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Like what?”
“Like…where are you?”
“Near exit 277. But, we’re…
