Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
Uncertain. I am uncertain what to do. The convenience store is definitely safer. It’s more public. There will be a phone I can use, probably. And I can get myself something warm to eat or drink. I’m sure that I’ll want it after the two mile walk in the rain. But the warehouses are so much closer. And they will be warm. I just don’t know what kind of welcome I’m going to get there. I shiver with the thought of a bunch of strangers looking at me, soaked from head to toe, as I surely will be by the time I walk over there.
I think about flipping a coin, but know that that’s silly. I should just get out and pick a direction. Sitting here is just going to make me more cold and stiff. With how deserted this area is at night, no one is going to happen along and find me, and if they are, who knows if they’ll be friendly or if they’ll drive right by… Waiting is not an option.
I root around in the back of the car and find an old umbrella. I pull it out and open the door, popping the umbrella open to shield myself from the worst of the rain. I shiver, and wish that I was wearing more than a sweatshirt. I really didn’t think through getting stranded on what was supposed to be a 20 minute drop off.
My sweatshirt keeps the worst of the water off of me, but it doesn’t help my bare legs at all. I was lounging around the apartment in a short cotton dress, and now I’m totally exposed to the elements. My thick thighs and solid calves have goosebumps as I walk through the wet. At least I have sneakers. I look around at the different warehouses and pick the one that’s closest and has the most lights on. I can’t see inside, but maybe there will be a security guard at least.
J R Vincente 