that wouldn’t solve anything.
He went downstairs and outside, looking
up at the darkened living room windows. He felt so disconnected from her. After
playing her body like a fine instrument, reacting with her, taking her to the
heights of ecstasy… he felt a crashing emptiness inside. He hoped she didn’t
feel that way, too. It wasn’t a good idea to try to have a serious talk right
on the heels of a scene. Emotions were too riled up, feelings needed time to
settle before they were processed.
Hunter slowly circled the block, unable to
walk away. On the next street he could see the back of her building through a
wide empty lot surrounded by chain link and graffitied plywood. A dog was
barking in a building nearby.
Her bedroom light was still on.
He felt like a dirty stalker, but he couldn’t
stop himself. He had to be sure she was okay. He knew even simple scenes could
pierce someone’s psyche. Look at him! Here he was lurking outside an empty lot,
watching her when she didn’t know it.
Once again, Kali had shaken him so badly
that he was reacting on primal instinct. First he had endangered them both by
making a spectacle of himself searching for her in the subway, and now he was
stalking her, unable to let her go, like a dog searching for his bone.
I am a dog, he thought to himself, giving his rigid hard-on a rub through his jeans. He had
been hard for more than an hour with no relief in sight. But he was used to
that. He was Mr. Control when it came to his own orgasm. It shouldn’t be
driving him out of his mind this way.
So he pulled out his phone. He wrote a
text to her: Do you need anything? I could come back if you do.
He counted to thirty before a text
returned from her: I’m fine. I’m just going to bed now.
He texted back: Good girl.
For nearly a minute he stood there
looking at her window. And then it went dark. She really was going to bed. She
would think of him tonight and tomorrow when she woke up. And when she found
tiny bits of candle in her sheets or in her hair. She would think of him and
how he had held her and done things to her that she hadn’t ever allowed anyone
else to do.
With another absent rub of his cock, he
turned away. Now he could go home. But he would be back. He wasn’t going to let
this treasure get plundered by anyone else but him.
Chapter 7
It was the hottest thing Kali had ever
done, and they didn’t even go all the way! She masturbated twice that night,
once with the lights still on, she was so turned on. Both times her orgasm
exploded so hard and fast that she saw stars. She didn’t understand why he didn’t
have sex with her. He was obviously excited. The whole time. That was one of
the best things about it.
She slept so deeply she didn’t wake up
until very late. Stretching and yawning, thinking of what had happened last
night, she pulled up her nightshirt and checked her stomach and breasts. There
were little reddened marks where his teeth had bitten down, but nothing from
the candle wax.
It was funny, it had felt like it was
burning, and she was afraid she would have blisters this morning. She had been
so scared while it was happening. There had been flashes of fire, some really
painful, but she listened to his voice calling her forward every step of the
way. And now she found she had been right to trust him. Other than the wax
shavings, you could hardly tell anything had happened to her last night.
Wandering out to her living room, she
picked up the candle where he had replaced it on the coffee table. On the
coffee table! She had begged him to make love to her on her coffee table! She
could hardly believe that was her last night.
But it was so incredibly sensual. He had
been touching her constantly, kissing her skin, rubbing her, leaning into her
and holding her down. It was more contact that she usually got when she had
sex. Like he was making love to her whole body.
Why didn’t he go all the way with me? she
wondered. I threw myself
He went downstairs and outside, looking
up at the darkened living room windows. He felt so disconnected from her. After
playing her body like a fine instrument, reacting with her, taking her to the
heights of ecstasy… he felt a crashing emptiness inside. He hoped she didn’t
feel that way, too. It wasn’t a good idea to try to have a serious talk right
on the heels of a scene. Emotions were too riled up, feelings needed time to
settle before they were processed.
Hunter slowly circled the block, unable to
walk away. On the next street he could see the back of her building through a
wide empty lot surrounded by chain link and graffitied plywood. A dog was
barking in a building nearby.
Her bedroom light was still on.
He felt like a dirty stalker, but he couldn’t
stop himself. He had to be sure she was okay. He knew even simple scenes could
pierce someone’s psyche. Look at him! Here he was lurking outside an empty lot,
watching her when she didn’t know it.
Once again, Kali had shaken him so badly
that he was reacting on primal instinct. First he had endangered them both by
making a spectacle of himself searching for her in the subway, and now he was
stalking her, unable to let her go, like a dog searching for his bone.
I am a dog, he thought to himself, giving his rigid hard-on a rub through his jeans. He had
been hard for more than an hour with no relief in sight. But he was used to
that. He was Mr. Control when it came to his own orgasm. It shouldn’t be
driving him out of his mind this way.
So he pulled out his phone. He wrote a
text to her: Do you need anything? I could come back if you do.
He counted to thirty before a text
returned from her: I’m fine. I’m just going to bed now.
He texted back: Good girl.
For nearly a minute he stood there
looking at her window. And then it went dark. She really was going to bed. She
would think of him tonight and tomorrow when she woke up. And when she found
tiny bits of candle in her sheets or in her hair. She would think of him and
how he had held her and done things to her that she hadn’t ever allowed anyone
else to do.
With another absent rub of his cock, he
turned away. Now he could go home. But he would be back. He wasn’t going to let
this treasure get plundered by anyone else but him.
Chapter 7
It was the hottest thing Kali had ever
done, and they didn’t even go all the way! She masturbated twice that night,
once with the lights still on, she was so turned on. Both times her orgasm
exploded so hard and fast that she saw stars. She didn’t understand why he didn’t
have sex with her. He was obviously excited. The whole time. That was one of
the best things about it.
She slept so deeply she didn’t wake up
until very late. Stretching and yawning, thinking of what had happened last
night, she pulled up her nightshirt and checked her stomach and breasts. There
were little reddened marks where his teeth had bitten down, but nothing from
the candle wax.
It was funny, it had felt like it was
burning, and she was afraid she would have blisters this morning. She had been
so scared while it was happening. There had been flashes of fire, some really
painful, but she listened to his voice calling her forward every step of the
way. And now she found she had been right to trust him. Other than the wax
shavings, you could hardly tell anything had happened to her last night.
Wandering out to her living room, she
picked up the candle where he had replaced it on the coffee table. On the
coffee table! She had begged him to make love to her on her coffee table! She
could hardly believe that was her last night.
But it was so incredibly sensual. He had
been touching her constantly, kissing her skin, rubbing her, leaning into her
and holding her down. It was more contact that she usually got when she had
sex. Like he was making love to her whole body.
Why didn’t he go all the way with me? she
wondered. I threw myself
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