Who knows - maybe you know one of them. A neighbor, perhaps? Maybe, a coworker sitting in the next office? Perchance even someone who has brushed up against you some time; surreptitiously touching you with a wet fingertip after bringing herself to orgasm for her Master or her Trainer, to fulfill his instructions to secretly mark a stranger with the sign of her obedience...
Are the stories as real as they are? Again, perhaps... If you discover one of them, youll simply have to ask her.
Anna
She stands at the patio door, breathing in the scent of the night. The cool darkness licks at her flesh, enticing her. Fireflies dance in the shadows beneath the canopy of leaves that darken the moonlit sky above. She unbuttons her blouse, letting the gentle breeze bathe her flesh with its soft caress. One hand is fumbling with the drawstring on her skirt, sending it fluttering to the floor to pool around her feet while the other is shedding the shirt that clings to her moist flesh.
The evening zephyr brings a crowd of goosebumps to her arms and a chill down her spine. She leans forward, pressing her lips against the metal screen. She sways back and forth, slowly dragging her hard, erect nipples over the rough textured screen. God, how she wants to be taken right now. She can feel the wetness and the heat building inside her. She needs to be forced open and taken, hard and violently.
A shadow passes outside at the limit of her vision, disappearing into the inky black almost before her retinas can process the fleeting image. It is time.
She slides the screen door open and steps out, into the night, closing the metal curtain behind her quietly so her parents upstairs in their bed cant hear her escaping from the tired normalcy of their everyday existence. Her reality lies elsewhere – out there, in the darkness.
The close-cropped grass tickles her feet as she feels her way across the lawn, veering around the ragged clumps of flowers that her mother calls her Gar... Läs hela novellen
