DARK DESIRE (short steamy stories) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

She had only gone to the store. She had spent five minutes at the fucking 7-11 getting a soda and already George had stuffed his hands down his pants and become reacquainted with his cock as if she had been gone for weeks. Calmly, Priscilla licked her lips. She removed the magazine from George’s shaky hands and flipped it open. There it was, tits and ass everywhere, page after page of breasts and rear ends. It was typical, typical that George would be drooling after something he already had. As if he didn’t live with tits and ass, as if he didn’t have complete access to tits and ass every single day. And like she knew it would, there it came, the pathetic stammering of an explanation. “I was just having a look and—” Priscilla placed her hands on her hips. “Yes, George, you were just having a look at the shiny magazine and your hand somehow found its way into your underwear and landed directly on your cock.” She didn’t expect a reply. She expected just what he gave her. Shame across hi

She pictured his body bent over the table where they worked, her palm connecting with his tight white briefs, the slight tremble in his athlete’s thighs. Closing her eyes, she could feel the rove and squeeze of her hand on his buttock, the smooth skin of his back. What got to her most were his arms, strong and lithe. She thought the T-shirt tan line made the flesh of his bicep seem more vulnerable, smooth as it was. His bitten nails matched her own and reminded her that there was insecurity buried beneath his cocky demeanor. What she wanted most was to be enfolded in the protective circle of those arms, to feel his heartbeat against her cheek through his chest. To cheer at the side of the pitch as he competed, or watch him laze on the grass, one knee cocked, in the sunshine, smiling a smile that was just for her. In truth, she wanted to be young again, just out of school and cherished. She slapped the nostalgic fantasy away. She was something else entirely, a teacher, an older woman,

You’d never know the belt is there by looking at him. It’s lost between his shirt and his pants, tucked away, hidden, pulled close, serving a dual purpose. You’d never know it’s there, unless he made a point of showing you. And he does, often, a hand resting there as a reminder in public, an intimation of what will happen in private. You have no idea how many other girls he makes a point of showing it to, but the reason you keep returning is that when you’re with him, you don’t care about the other girls. There could be hundreds, thousands even; as long as he looks at you the way he does when he unbuckles and unfurls the soft, worn, brown leather, then coils the belt purposefully around his hand, you can let yourself believe he wears it just for you. This isn’t the first belt that’s been used to strike you. There was the boyfriend in college who had you bend over, skirt around your ankles, camera flashing and belt lashing against your skin before plunging his oversized cock into your

When Shannon woke up, she felt refreshed. Michael however, wasn't very far from her mind. In fact she had had a strange dream about him. It wasn't much of a dream but it was enough to upset her all morning. She felt angry with herself. How could she still have a man she barely knew in her mind? Shannon decided there was only one way to get rid of the thoughts piling up in her head. She had until Monday to get to work. Her bosses had been considerate enough to let her have the weekend to herself. She could use that to try to relax and get that man out of her head for good. There were lots of things to do in the hotel. She could go to the beach, even to the pool if she thought the beach had too many people around. In the end, Shannon settled for the spa. It would be more quiet there and she needed the privacy if she was going to get all her ideas in order. A massage would be most fitting. Even during her walk to the spa, Shannon couldn't help but feel alone. There were lots of couples a

Matt had to admit that his feelings didn't really have anything to do with wanting to be friends. For some reason, he had found himself drawn to her since the first time he'd met her. Who wouldn't be. She was beautiful and every time he closed his eyes he could see only her. There was the perfect creamy skin, the long dark hair and those green eyes. Each a feature that he had come to know so perfectly in his head. Every time he looked at her his eyes tended to fall on those pink sensuous lips. It was no wonder he scared her the way he did. He'd thought of asking her out but he knew his father wouldn't approve. He already thought he was a fool for being too friendly with the workers. That would only make his relationship with his father even more strained. But then again Matt had never really cared about his relationship with his father. The old man could fire him if he thought Matt wasn't doing a good job. Since he hadn't so far, nothing he would say mattered the least to him. Matt w