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DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories) chapter 42
Alicia woke up that morning to the smell of freshly baked cupcakes and bacon. She stretched her arms out, but didn't feel her husband on the other side of the bed. He must have been in the kitchen making her breakfast. Maybe he had finally done something right and remembered her birthday. Full of excitement, she shot out of bed and put on her red silky robe. It was Zach's favorite and quite frankly even hers because it left very little to the imagination. If he'd finally remembered her birthday, maybe she was going to do something nice for him in the kitchen. The counter would be a good place to start her new birthday ritual. Alicia walked on her toes down the stairs to the kitchen. Zach always startled easily and she wanted to surprise him. She couldn't help but feel excited for her birthday. She was turning thirty and that was a big deal for any woman. She paused at the kitchen door to the sound of voices. Someone else was in there with Zach and judging by the high-pitched voice; it
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Meg checked her watch to find that it was already noon. She'd taken so much time that all she had to do now was go sit in the living room and wait for her gardener. Mary was already gone so she wouldn't have to worry about the young maid catching them. She settled herself on the living room sofa and waited patiently eager for their next session. This affair with Fernando was making her feel younger every day. As usual, he did not disappoint. He came in right on time. He paused at the doorway and smiled at her. She could tell from his wandering eyes that he liked what she was wearing. She couldn't resist the urge anymore. She ran to him and flung herself at him. He held her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Every day they had to pretend was torture. She wondered how much longer she was going to live like this. He smelled of sweat and her mind immediately ran to giving him a bath. It was part of what they would do every afternoon. "You stink," she joked cringing her face. "You
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I first learned about the dire consequences of my libido when I was twelve years old and I fell in love with my sister’s stuffed rabbit. His name was Claude, but let me get one thing out in the open about our situation. He was the one who began our romance when he kept staring at my bare legs from the shelf on the wall during the night. At first, our relationship was only a friendship. I told him all my secrets, even the deep dark ones that I never told anyone else, and he told me how lonely he was sitting up there on the shelf all the time. It was tragic really. We were two lost souls looking for something missing in our lives. A few months later, my parents kept wondering why Claude was going bald. My father thought it was moths. My mother thought my sister was giving him haircuts with cuticle scissors because she wanted to become a hair stylist one day. The mystery was solved one night when I was caught dry humping him in my bed when I thought everyone was asleep. Of course, there
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The next morning, I woke to her rummaging in the closet. She said she needed her favorite lucky sweater because she had an important job interview, and if she got this job, she could move out, find her own apartment and start her new life. I cringed. Why did she need this sweater today? It was badly stretched out because of Ben’s fumbling, and I was going to take it to the dry cleaners to see if they could fix it. The moment I heard her suck in her breath, I knew she had found it. I couldn’t see the wrath on her face because I was under the covers as she pummelled me with her fists. That afternoon, I heard her in the kitchen with our mom. She was crying. Without her lucky sweater, she didn’t have the confidence she needed to win the interview. She didn’t get the job. She wasn’t moving out. She blamed me for ruining her new life.After I graduated high school, I knew I didn’t want to end up working at Denny’s restaurant like my sister and living at home. Thank goodness, I lucked out fi
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After the glow of my orgasm finally faded, I padded into the kitchen wearing my dressing gown to make some popcorn. This had to be the best evening I had had in weeks. Just as I was settling down with a novel, a diet cola and bowl of the popcorn, the front door opened. In walked my great-aunt, looking more harried than I had ever seen her before. She told me she had a fight with her friend who had asked her to leave and now she was missing the crucial moment on her TV show. Grabbing the remote, she tried to change the television to the right channel. It wasn’t working. She slapped it on her hand. I froze. I hadn’t replaced the batteries yet. Immediately, she started freaking out. Attacking the front of the television, her gnarled fingers grazing the tiny buttons that no one had ever used before, she vainly tried to change the channel. I leapt up, ready to run to my bedroom to get the batteries when suddenly, she fell to the ground. I ran to her side. She was clutching her chest. Her
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The moment I hung up my phone though, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off the top layer of my twin set. My apartment was stifling hot and I felt as if I was going to expire any moment in these clothes. I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering if I should dig out my ancient electric fan, when I dozed off. I had one of those dreams, the kind that had been haunting me ever since I had been dating Toby and I decided to take the high road away from my libido. It featured The Mechanic, of course, and I was doing terrible, horny, vivid things with him that would make a porn star blush. Suddenly, I woke and looked disorientated around my apartment. What time was it? Where was Toby? My entire body seemed to be burning up. Slipping my pumps back on, I stepped outside my apartment to cool off. The Mechanic was sitting in his lawn chair. “So where is your boyfriend?” he asked me. “I thought you always went out with him on Saturday nights.” Trying to push the recent images of my dream to the bac
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When he penetrated me with the tip of his fingers, testing the solidity of my hymen before plunging his fingers into my ass – three fingers, right away. It was just before he sodomized me – not for one moment, at that time, did I think he could take me any other way. “And then words. When he told me to wrap my tongue tight around it, to go back up to the glans before plunging again, my nose in his pubic hair. When he came out of my mouth, he said that I was useless, incapable of making him come. He said it again when he came out of my ass: ‘Incapable of making me come – what are you good at?’ I crawled at his feet, told him I was sorry, I was going to make him come, I would be able to do it. He came back into my mouth – his penis had a bitter taste I learned to recognize, but again, he didn’t come. He was doing it on purpose, of course. “He finished undressing me, he made me walk up and down. We went into the kitchen, he made me lie down on the very cold white varnished wooden table.
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He stopped at the entrance. ‘Step out, go to the middle of the courtyard and undress.’ November in such a place is November twice over. It was cold and grey, I was already shivering in my coat, even more when I took it off. The rest followed, until I was naked in the middle of a paved courtyard, near a pole which, in the past, held a flag. Night was falling, he turned on the headlights of the car to cast light on me. The headlights were very white, dazzling. I heard the car door slam, I saw his shadow moving toward me . . . The taste for uniforms, you see: he was dressed like an SS officer, from cap to patent leather knee-high boots, he was holding in his hand a cosh – I didn’t recognize him at that moment, he had become so much himself, the blond hair shaved on his temples, the ruthless, limpid eyes. ‘Schnell,’ he shouted. I didn’t even know he could speak German. ‘Schnell, schnell!’ He lashed at my buttocks, while I stumbled along, moving toward a barrack hut in front of me, slidin
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