shakes his head. “I have no idea what those people do. But I’d date you. Although you just might have to take the lead there, because I haven’t dated since I was in college.”
Another smirk and my fingers find their way into his jacket, where he’s warm, so warm. I bite my lip. Everything feels light now, light and airy and nothing like half an hour ago.
“I’ll show you,” I promise and Paul laughs, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Come back with me,” he whispers and I can feel his hot breath against my face, the hoarse quality of need that seems to permeate every syllable. It isn’t only that, my own body wants nothing more than to sink into his bed and explore all those things his hands and tongue and devious imagination can impart and haven’t yet. But I shake my head. When he wants to pull away, I hold his face close to mine.
“I have a ticket, and an article to write and if I come back with you now I won’t want to leave tonight.”
“You wouldn’t have to...”
I try not to laugh and brush my lips over his cheek.
“I can see where you lack dating experience,” I whisper and he chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine. God, I want to give in, so badly. “Here’s how it works. You have your life and I have mine. And when the train comes, you’ll kiss me and wish me a good journey and then you’ll call me tonight to see how my day was and to tuck me in. And maybe next weekend we’ll have another date .”
“So I... kiss you when the train arrives?”
I have to laugh and Paul wraps me up in his arms. My hair blows into his and for a moment we are truly alone behind a curtain of fluttering brown. His lips meet mine even though the train is nowhere to be seen and I feel tears pool in my eyes. It feels like the first time, no wine, no reason, just to kiss and to feel close to each other. And then his hand slips into the back of my skirt, squeezing my sore buttocks.
“It might do me good,” he whispers, nosing at my cheek and ear, “having a sweet, smart, little puppy like you.”
“I’ll make sure it will... Sir.”
THE END
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Another smirk and my fingers find their way into his jacket, where he’s warm, so warm. I bite my lip. Everything feels light now, light and airy and nothing like half an hour ago.
“I’ll show you,” I promise and Paul laughs, leaning his forehead against mine.
“Come back with me,” he whispers and I can feel his hot breath against my face, the hoarse quality of need that seems to permeate every syllable. It isn’t only that, my own body wants nothing more than to sink into his bed and explore all those things his hands and tongue and devious imagination can impart and haven’t yet. But I shake my head. When he wants to pull away, I hold his face close to mine.
“I have a ticket, and an article to write and if I come back with you now I won’t want to leave tonight.”
“You wouldn’t have to...”
I try not to laugh and brush my lips over his cheek.
“I can see where you lack dating experience,” I whisper and he chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine. God, I want to give in, so badly. “Here’s how it works. You have your life and I have mine. And when the train comes, you’ll kiss me and wish me a good journey and then you’ll call me tonight to see how my day was and to tuck me in. And maybe next weekend we’ll have another date .”
“So I... kiss you when the train arrives?”
I have to laugh and Paul wraps me up in his arms. My hair blows into his and for a moment we are truly alone behind a curtain of fluttering brown. His lips meet mine even though the train is nowhere to be seen and I feel tears pool in my eyes. It feels like the first time, no wine, no reason, just to kiss and to feel close to each other. And then his hand slips into the back of my skirt, squeezing my sore buttocks.
“It might do me good,” he whispers, nosing at my cheek and ear, “having a sweet, smart, little puppy like you.”
“I’ll make sure it will... Sir.”
THE END
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Faustina and the Barbarians by John McKeown
Rome wasn’t built in a day but Faustina Maxima, antithesis of the passive Roman matron, can screw herself out of a threatening situation quicker than you can say, “Veni, vidi, vici!” This statuesque beauty, descendant of a famous emperor is a one-woman sexual killing machine that eats savage Goths and Saxons for breakfast—and is also partial to a Pict or two—while lunch, dinner and supper is any Roman who takes her fancy. Like any great general she’s blessed with imagination, and open to every possibility for maximising pleasure. For, as she writes to her daughter-in-law Flavia, the lucky recipient of her mother-in-law’s unblushing exploits among the barbarians, “what is life without ever fresh adventures?”
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