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DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories) chapter 51
Some women you have sex with. Some women you sleep with. And then there are the women you have sex with and then sleep with. A whole night. And during that night, you cannot escape the warmth of their skin close against you on every blurry single occasion you half awaken, you sense their body in the darkness of the room, soft and pale so close to you it could be an extension of your own skin, and you have to repress the urge to pull her against your bulk and squeeze her to death as the tenderness races through your soul like a sweet poison invading your bloodstream, a runaway train with its ineffable cargo of lust and affection Those are the women who also break your heart. Those are the women who move your heart in quiet, ardent, hypnotic, mysterious ways. And she was one of those. No ifs and buts; no doubts about it. At the wrong time. In the wrong places. We’d met in the mountains. Snow fell on a picture postcard ski resort like a curtain of cotton buds floating, swirling down fro
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My heart was melting and my soul was in turmoil. She drove me back to Fiumicino in her own car, and we almost ran out of petrol. I barely made my plane and there was no time for goodbyes. Which was better after all, I supposed. She’d also mentioned how much she disliked long, clumsy farewell scenes. In Barcelona in the Spring, she told me that while she waited for me to arrive, she couldn’t help herself and had masturbated herself on the hotel room bed we were about to share. Halfway through the first night, her period began. We fucked in blood with all the energy of despair, and damn the sheets. Her powerful body waltzing above me, impaled on me, and the flood of red bathing my loins as I grew softer and withdrew from her. My fingers checked my midriff in the room’s darkness and then spread the blood and come and sweat across her delicate breasts, like a painter celebrating the colours of the seasons on his unsteady easel. Flowers and books on the Ramblas on San Jordi’s day, tapas, h
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Mark breaking a sweat unless he were running from a cop. But he had a sleek runner’s physique way back when. Could he have transformed himself to an athlete? Has he given up pot in favor of healthier substances? Has he hit the pavement to kill his demons? Googling takes my mind off my modern-day problems. Googling makes me forget about deadlines and pressures and what we’re going to have for dinner. Delivery pizza, again? Sounds good. Far easier to answer that mundane query than the other nagging questions pulling on me until my stomach aches: Should I pay the $29.95 and do a search of prison records? Because that’s where I’ll find him. I’m sure of it. I don’t enter my credit card. I don’t think I actually want to know. After spending hours on the computer, I dream about him. My eyes hurt and my head spins. I hit the pillow and recreate his image from the puzzle pieces that I remember: the black-ink Zig-Zag man tattoo on his upper arm. The way his blue eyes could turn grey or green de
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He always sends me a tape so I can see what he did to me. I’ve never seen him except on screen. I have to blindfold myself before I go into his room. I know what he looks like from all the videos but he never wants me to see him when he’s doing it to me. He’s dark: good-looking. He films me. I was there two days ago. I took off my blouse in the hallway and he let me in. The first thing he did was touch my breasts. Then he forced me onto the floor, on my knees. I can see myself on the video, looking lost, not knowing where I am in the room. He is over by the window, opening the curtains. A yellow light shines in from a streetlight. He always does that so the neighbours can see. He brings back a length of cord and ties my hands behind my back. I remember at that point hearing him unzip himself, and on the film I can see myself flinch. He tells me to open my mouth. I gagged instantly. I can see myself gagging on the film. He filled my mouth with his cock and started forcing it down my t
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Andrea bared her teeth, shoved the weapon harder and twisted it. Despite the chemical working its venomous magic, pain neurons sprang to life and Aaron’s leg twitched. An agonized groan escaped him. She relaxed as quickly as she had tensed to inflict the injury. Smiling once again, she said, “I can see what you’re thinking.” She chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to separate you from your baton . . . or your lovely little castanets. God’s sake, Aaron, give me some credit for originality. That’s been done to death.” Still gripping the knife, Andrea rose and looked down at him. She inhaled then heaved a theatrical sigh. “Geez,” she said, “you’re bleeding all over the bed.” She snickered and turned away from him then went to the mirrored dresser. She laid the weapon down on the surface, opened up a small bag and took out a digital camera. A tiny beep sounded as she activated it then after making some adjustments, she pivoted to face the bed. “These will make really terrific public
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My father glides in on his new motorized wheelchair. He rams into my mother’s three-thousand-dollar mahogany china closet filled with her precious collection of Rose Medallion china. Miraculously, he doesn’t break the glass or damage the china, but when he disengages the wheelchair there is a long scratch in the dark wood that is shaped like a scythe. Then, standing behind my father, the angel of death appears, his grey hooded burnoose stained with blood. With infinite care, he brings his scythe down towards my father’s neck. I draw back, horrified, shutting my eyes tight. When I open them again the grim reaper is gone. “You look just like your mother, honey,” my father says. I have repeatedly asked him not to call me honey because that was what he always called my mother. He has repeatedly ignored me. “But,” he goes on and his eyes stray to my breasts. I remember the day when he told me, a shy, scrawny teenager proud of my new tiny boobies, that I would have a good figure if only I h
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The ghosts of her areolae were deliriously obvious beneath the flimsy material. Touching her body – and painfully aware of how close I was to properly touching her breasts – I came near to shivering in spite of the sweltering heat. “Well?” Katy prompted. She stroked my hand back and forth over her chest. Her skin was moist velvet with perspiration lubricating my caress. The ball of my thumb glanced against her breast and I was sure I felt the nipple stiffen. “Do you think that feels unattractive?” she asked. “I don’t recall touching anything that ever felt better,” I answered honestly. Her questioning expression turned into a mischievous grin. She lowered my hand to one breast so I was cupping her through a film of damp cotton. In the stillness of that moment I could feel her pulse through the hard bead of flesh that sat at the center of my palm. “In that case,” she whispered, “if perspiration suits me so much, why don’t you see if you can make me sweat a little more?” It was the beg
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During my Beloved’s lifetime his penis was of great importance to me how could it be otherwise? Of course there was much more to my Beloved than his penis. For instance there was his tongue. I don’t merely refer to his skill at licking, but also to all the words he said to me (except, obviously, while licking). Words are so important to a woman during love, just as they are in the everyday aspects of life. Also, there were his dark eyes, which spoke volumes of silent poetry. Also, there were his arms which held me. I need not enumerate more – there was all of Oliver. When my Beloved suddenly died of a heart attack, how desperately I craved to have him back again, alive. This was possible due to advances in rapid cloning. However, a whole body cost a small fortune. Oliver and I had never given much thought to the morrow. Even by availing myself of a special offer from the Bodies’r’Us Clinic, and by paying on the instalment plan, the most I could afford was the cloning of a small part
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The Boy drops to the floor and I feel him at my feet, nuzzling my ankles then crawling under my sarong. I spread my legs for him and feel him rising, the heat of him on my skin, his shorn, silky head, his tongue trailing a path up my inner thighs. He pulls down my knickers and I feel him between my legs, his hot breath on my cunt before his tongue, so delicate and perfect, dances over my clit and squirms into my folds. Oh, my. That tongue has truly been places. Like his eyes, it could be a thousand years old, a tongue that’s pleasured geisha girls, ladyboys and Babylonian whores. Fingers fill my cunt, a thumb rubs my arsehole and moments later I’m coming hard, gasping around Uncle’s cock, Uncle clutching my head, keeping me steady for fear I neglect his pleasure in favour of my own. “She’s a slippery little bitch, isn’t she, huh?” Uncle’s voice is loud enough to carry across the chamber. He’s talking to someone else; not to the Boy, and certainly not to me. I pull back and turn, wipin
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Fear thumps me in the gut but I cannot scream. I cannot move either. I can’t do anything. I just gawp, rooted to the spot. He smirks and turns away. I think I must be in one of my dreams. Soon, I tell myself, I’ll wake at the hotel and I’ll straddle Tom’s cock in a trance of remembering. I’ll rock back and forth, head swimming with a post-human dystopia, a stinking medieval market peopled with DNA freaks or interspecies offspring. Look around and they all seem perfectly normal till you spot their webbed feet, forked tongues, folded wings or dog-fang teeth. And I’ll climax and so will Tom. Then we’ll get up, have breakfast, take a bus to a town with tiled palaces, koi carp and orange trees, and we’ll buy something lovely in Spanish leather or cedar wood and everything will be all right. The Boy creeps forwards. I’m so scared and I’m so wet. But wet is winning. I follow, turning a corner then another until he ducks into a small archway in the wall. Moments later, I’m there too, head dow
