E is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the E Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for E was the Emerald Room!


“Emerald or Electric,” she mused aloud. “Well, those sound like two entirely different things.”

“Well they are,” he admitted. “Which would you like to see?”

“Let’s go with Emerald, I suppose,” she said. He pulled her hand out of her sweatshirt pocket and took her to the left. “What’s in the Emerald Room?” she asked.

“Emeralds,” he said unhelpfully.

She rolled her eyes at him, but she realized that their banter was normal to her now and it helped her to feel more relaxed. She wondered if he knew that would be the case or if it was an accident that he had teased her. “No, seriously,” she said.

“Seriously, there are emeralds. Fake ones, but emeralds.” When they entered the Emerald Room, sure enough, there were emeralds all over the place. There was a chandelier made of green stones. The walls were the same color as the stones. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, covered in emerald colored sheets. The floor was hardwood and the natural brown. But she saw that there was an area rug that was the same color green. She wondered how hard it had been for them to find all the matching colors for this room. “Why green?” she asked.

“Why not?” he replied. “There are other color rooms as well, but I knew this one wasn’t in use currently.

“Do the other color rooms have different things inside?”

“Not generally, no,” he said. “There are a few special colored rooms that contain special things, like the Ruby room,” he let his voice trail off, “but most of them are standardized.

Aralyn noticed there was a dresser standing on one side of the room. It was the same brown as the floor. “May I?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You may explore any part of the room you wish.”

She opened the top drawer and saw things she would expect in a place such as this. Lubricant, soft disposable cloths, and condoms of many varieties, but all green. The next drawer was a standard set of sex toys one could buy at a novelty shop. A fuzzy blindfold and fuzzy cuffs, a long emerald feather, a flogger made of cheap fake leather. The next drawer was more serious. There were ball gags, ring gags, and handcuffs–cuffs that would be more biting than the fuzzy kind. The last drawer was implements of pain. A flogger made of real leather. A paddle, made of wood. A riding crop of leather. A wartenburg wheel. She closed the last drawer and turned to look at Sevy.

“What do you think?” he asked, his voice sounding slightly nervous.

She paused long enough that he started to fidget. “Interesting stuff,” she conceded to fill the quiet.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked.

She didn’t have questions about the items in the drawers, but there was one thing on her mind, and she attempted to voice it. “Are you… Do you… What do…” She stopped and started over. “Are you dominant or submissive?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow at her, apparently surprised at the question. “I’m a Dom,” he said, offering no other explanation. Then he asked her. “You?”

She hesitated. In her past life, she would have had a ready-made answer. But now, now she didn’t know how to answer. “I uh, I’m not sure,” she finally said.

“That’s okay,” he said smiling. Aralyn was confident that he thought she lacked experience, which worked fine for her.

She smiled back at him, and he reached for her hand. “Would you like to see another room?”

“Sure,” she said, taking his hand. He led her out of the Emerald room and down a dark hallway.

“I’ll let you pick another room,” he said.

“Okay,” she agreed. “What are my options this time?”

“You can pick the Fire Room or the FemDom Room.”

She paused to think for a minute. The FemDom room could be interesting, but so could fire…

Fire Room OR FemDom Room


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D is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)


Welcome to the D Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for D was to bring Sevy along to the Dungeon.


Aralyn knew that she couldn’t go to The Dungeon alone. It just wouldn’t be a good situation, of that she was sure. The question now was how could she ask Sevy to go with her? She had no idea what he would think of the club. And secondly, how did she get an invitation anyway? Whoever invited her knew her name and knew to leave the phone where she was working. Was it someone from her past? It almost had to be. But who? How? She was too curious to just ignore it, though. Was it a co-worker playing a joke on her?

Now that was a thought. She had overheard Marcus, one of the waiters, complaining about her to someone she didn’t know. He was being snippy about how much time Sevy was spending training her. It almost sounded like he was jealous. So maybe this was a big prank. If it were, Sevy would probably know since he’d worked at the diner for years. She would bring it up in person so she could gauge his reaction better.

Aralyn impatiently waited to hear from Sevy. It was only half an hour, but it seemed like a lot later. When he did get back to her, she was super nervous about what she was going to do or say.

Sevy: I’m getting off of work soon. Still up for whatever I want?
Aralyn: Sure. What did you have in mind?
Sevy: It’s a surprise.
Aralyn: A surprise? For me? Already.
Sevy: Yep.

Aralyn wasn’t sure what to say. Sevy’s trying to surprise her had taken her aback. Or maybe it wasn’t a thing. Maybe it was something that took little to no planning at all. She had no idea. Though, she supposed that was the point of a surprise.

Aralyn: Okay, whatever you want.

She didn’t receive a reply from Sevy for a while, and she jumped when her phone chirped.

Sevy: I’m done with work. 😀
Aralyn: Oh good!
Sevy: I’ll pick you up. Where are you?

She gave him her address, and he told her he would be there in twenty minutes. When he pulled up outside her apartment building, she was waiting for him. Even though the afternoon air was chilly, she was too excited to wait inside. She walked right up to the familiar car as it approached. She didn’t give him a chance to stop before she opened the door.

“Hang on,” he said before she got in and she was jarred mid-motion. “Can we go inside?”

“Sure,” she said. Was this her surprise? “You can park over there,” she directed.

When he came over to her, he took her hand, and she led him into the apartment building. They went to her apartment, and she looked around, trying to gauge if he would be judging her for the way her apartment looked. She wasn’t a neat freak, but she liked to keep things clean enough. She hadn’t been expecting company, so she hadn’t cleaned up before she left. There was somewhat of a mess.

“So, what’s up?” she asked.

“I wanted to talk before we went out.”

“About what?”

“Actually, I wanted you to answer that.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, curious.

“I feel like you may have had something you wanted to ask me.” He paused and let his statement sink in. “Am I right?”

Her eyes went wide. Sevy couldn’t possibly be talking about the phone she found, could he? She didn’t know, but she had intended to discuss it with him in any case. “Maybe,” she said, letting her voice trail off.

“Go ahead. You can tell me anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

“Yeah, you can’t shock me.”

She giggled. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m sure.”

“So, the other night at the diner, I found a phone.”

“Oh yeah?” His words implied that what she said was news to him, but his tone and the twinkle in his eye said otherwise.

“Yeah, it was under a table.”

“Uh huh,” he said, with the same tone.

“Do you already know all of this or something?” she asked, annoyed. Sevy couldn’t suppress his grin. “How did you know?” A terrifying new thought occurred to her. What if the phone was a plant for new employees? Some sort of hazing ritual.

“I saw you pick it up through the window.”

“But that doesn’t explain…” she wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.

“It doesn’t explain how I know you were about to tell me that you had a special invitation to a secret club.”

Aralyn’s eyes went wide. “How could you…”

“It was my phone.”

“But the person knew my name.”

“When I realized that you had picked up the phone, I noticed you didn’t hand it into the lost and found when it rang. I know what you would have heard on the other end, so obviously the idea of a sex club wasn’t abhorrent to you. It isn’t my primary cell phone anyway, so I gave my friends at The Dungeon a heads up that you had my phone.” Aralyn’s head was reeling. She just kept blinking at him. He continued. “Look, I didn’t plan for you to find it that way. I hadn’t meant to lose my phone, clearly. But it turned into a great opportunity. It’s hard for me to explain to someone I like that I am a part owner of The Dungeon. You finding my phone just seemed like the perfect chance to tell you something about me. And, unless I am much mistaken, you were going to ask if I would go to the club with you, weren’t you?”

It felt like she had swallowed her voice, but she nodded.

Sevy grinned. “I’m so glad to hear it. Do you want to go?” She nodded again. “Tonight?”

It felt like butterflies were fighting in her stomach. “Tonight?”

“Why not?” he asked.

She had no reason to say tonight was bad, except that she was nervous. Though she recognized that it wouldn’t matter if they went tonight, tomorrow, or next week, she would be just as nervous. In fact, the more time she had to think about it, the more nervous she would probably be. So maybe it was for the best to just go. “There’s no reason why not. Let’s do it.”

“Excellent.” He grinned. “Is that what you intend to wear?”

“Well, I wasn’t entirely sure I would be going so I hadn’t put a lot of thought into what I was wearing.”

“Can I help you pick something out?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, surprised. “What kind of outfit do you recommend?

“Something tight and revealing. See through is an awesome choice.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “I don’t know that I have anything that fits that description. Want to help me find something?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a grin. “I think I could handle going through a pretty lady’s underwear drawer.” He winked.

“Underwear drawer! Who said you could take a peek at that?”

“Well, your underwear matters in this situation. If your skirt is short enough, I won’t be the only one who gets to see your underwear today.”

“You’re pushing your luck, Mister. Maybe you won’t get to see my underwear either.” Even as she said the words, a grin spread across her face. She couldn’t help it. When he grinned back, she laughed. “Okay, okay, so I don’t mind if you see my underwear,” she emphasized the word you, “but I don’t know that I want anyone else seeing it.”

“Well, that’s totally up to you, darling. I would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with.” A serious expression had spread across his face. “I want to see your underwear. I think it will look very sexy on you and probably even sexier on the floor,” he winked again, “but I also completely respect you and your choices. You don’t have to go to The Dungeon. You can go and not participate in anything. You can go in what you’re wearing now.”

As he stopped speaking, she realized how sincere he was being. How could this guy get any better? Honestly, he was fantastic. He was kind and thoughtful, sincerely giving her a choice rather than pressuring her. But he was skilled enough to do it in such a way that wasn’t manipulative but was still playful and fun. It was evident that he was taking it seriously, but it was also clear that he wasn’t taking it too seriously. She was beginning to feel befuddled. It was time to take that next leap forward. “I want to wear something sexy. It’s fun to get dressed up and go out and I think it is far and away beyond what I’ve ever done before.”

“I imagine you’re right,” he said. “So do I get to look in your underwear drawer?”

“Yes, fine,” she said with mock exasperation. She led Sevy into her bedroom and opened the drawer of underwear. He looked through it carefully. She had a particular preference for bikini cut panties. Most of them were plain cotton and solid colored, but a few had patterns.

“Is this it?” he asked.

She blushed, “No,” she admitted. She pulled open another drawer and looked away. She couldn’t stand there and watch Sevy paw through that drawer.

“Jackpot,” she heard him whisper. “This is precisely what I was hoping for.” She felt her stomach sink.

“You want me to wear something from that drawer out in public?”

“Yes,” he said.

“With something on top of it, I hope.”

“Maybe,” he said, mysteriously. Aralyn had to remind herself he said he wouldn’t force her to do anything against her will.

“Like what?” she asked. Sevy pulled out a black top that was all lace and mostly see-through.

“Can I see this on you?” he asked gently.

“It’s completely see-through!” she protested.

“Actually,” he began, holding it up to the light, “it may only be see-through when the light is behind it. I’ve seen this kind of material before. Up against your skin, it may not show anything. Can we please find out?” He was nearly pouting at her, and she took the garment from him and waltzed off to the bathroom. She certainly wasn’t going to try it on in front of him!

In the bathroom, she made the split second decision not to lock the bathroom door. In fact, she didn’t even close the door all the way. She slipped her shirt and bra off and pulled the lace garment over her head. The part that covered her nipples looked like it should have been see-through, but it wasn’t. Her nipples were apparent only because they were hard. Otherwise, she couldn’t even see the color of her nipples beneath the fabric. The part that covered her belly, however, was pure lace and completely see-through. She was glad that her stomach didn’t have any blemishes because they would be totally visible through the material. The top was held on by thin straps which she adjusted to fit her comfortably. She took a deep breath. Could she go out in public wearing this? Would she chicken out? Would she keep her sweatshirt on over it the whole time she was out? That was a distinct possibility, and really, what was the harm in that anyway? If she went out and she decided that she wasn’t comfortable enough to take off her sweatshirt, she would just keep it on, no matter how warm the club got. She walked out of the bathroom with her head held high.

“What do you think?” she asked, not quite able to meet his eye as he appraised her.

“That’s perfect,” he whispered. “You look stunning.”

She blushed a deeper shade of red and smiled. “Thank you,” she said and turned away. “What should I wear with it?”

“A skirt,” he said. “What do you have?”

She opened the closet door to reveal some dresses, skirts, and dress shirts. Sevy pushed through the hangers until he found a loose black miniskirt that would only hit her mid-thigh.

“This one,” he said, holding it out to her. “With these,” he said, holding out a thong he had found while she was in the bathroom. The thong was neon pink and would be totally visible beneath the skirt if she moved the wrong way. When she expressed this concern to him, he pointed out that that was the whole point of wearing it.

She sighed with exasperation, but she put on the outfit as he had suggested. She found heels she could wear that wouldn’t be terrible for her feet, and she admired her reflection in the mirror. She had done her makeup before he had arrived but she touched it up with some darker, bolder colors and shades. He nodded approvingly as she walked toward him from the bathroom.

“You look perfect for your Dungeon Debut,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said. “What are you going to wear?”

“About that…” he said.

“Yes?” she asked.

“I didn’t think you would agree, so I didn’t bring any clothes with me. Can we swing by my house to pick up something more suitable?”

“Sure,” she said. She pulled her sweatshirt over her revealing shirt and grabbed her smallest purse. She just wanted to carry her necessities tonight.

He took her hand and led her out to his car. An hour later, they had arrived at his house, he had changed, and they were ready to go. It seemed early in the day to go to a dungeon, yet they were on their way anyway.

When they arrived at The Dungeon, Aralyn could feel the nerves sapping her of her energy. But she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Are you ready?” Sevy asked, clearly indicating that he knew she was nervous.

“Yes,” she said, though she honestly wasn’t sure if that was truthful or not.

“Let’s go,” he said and got out of the car. She got out on her side and shut the door. Apparently, she didn’t shut it hard enough though because it was still open a crack. She sighed and tried to open it again, but Sevy had already locked the door. He was moving around the car unaware of her plight, but when he saw, he clicked the button to unlock the doors again. She wrenched the door open and slammed it. All she could think was that it was an excellent way to start an already stressful event. She knew it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not fully shutting the car door was, whatever, it was no big deal. But for some reason, it stung that she felt embarrassed in front of Sevy, particularly on the cusp of such an event. He smoothed a hand down the back of her neck. “Hey,” he said, and she turned to look at him. “Are you all right?” His tone conveyed concern.

“I’m fine,” she said, but she snapped it at him. He turned her around to face him and drew her into his arms.

“We don’t have to go in, you know,” he said. “We could just get back in the car and leave. We could spend the evening at your place, or I could take you home with me, or I could drop you off somewhere. Please don’t feel any pressure.”

“No, I’m fine,” she said, her voice more defeated now. “I’m just, I don’t know, nervous I guess.”

“Of course you are,” he said. “That’s natural. Going to The Dungeon is not something you’ve done before and I’m sure it’s making you nervous.”

She thought it was interesting that he assumed she hadn’t gone to a public dungeon before. Or, semi-public anyway. But she didn’t voice that particular thought. “No, I want to go in,” she insisted.

“Okay, let’s do it then,” he said, and he released her neck and took her hand in his. They walked side by side, his steps confident and sure, hers more hesitant. When they reached the doors of the building, the outer door swung open immediately to admit them.

“Do they always do that?” she asked, indicating the doors.

“For an owner they do,” he said with a wink. Special treatment already, she thought, but she didn’t respond verbally.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Then she was able to see that a reception area greeted them. It almost looked like a doctor’s office, except no televisions were displaying specially created shows to tell you about all the things that could go wrong so you should talk to your doctor if you notice these symptoms.

But the carpet and walls were neutral, there were chairs and small tables, and even some magazines laid out. But then Aralyn did a double take, and she realized that the magazines weren’t things like People and Good Housekeeping. They were more like Playboy and Hustler and other magazines that came in black plastic wrapping.

Sevy caught her looking at them and raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ve always wanted a subscription to Playboy,” she whispered.

“Really?” he asked. “For the articles?” She nodded and he laughed, but he didn’t ask further questions.

There was a door directly in front of them that stayed shut as they approached. But to the left was a receptionist’s desk behind glass. Unlike a doctor’s office, however, the glass was tinted so they couldn’t see inside. The glass slid sideways, and a girl peered out at them.

“Ah! Sally! Nice to see you,” Sevy said, and Aralyn felt a stab of almost jealousy.

“Good to see you, too,” she replied, and he smiled at her.

“This is Aralyn. It’s her first time.” He stage whispered his second sentence and Aralyn blushed.

“I can tell,” Sally replied with a wink and Aralyn felt annoyed at that. It wasn’t her first time doing something like this, it just happened to be her first time there, but none of them knew that. “Well let’s get you signed in then,” she said, and she handed Aralyn a tablet. High tech, Aralyn thought.

She filled out a questionnaire that was happily not too prying and signed release forms about other people’s privacy, not allowing photography or video by any means, and other policies of the club. She barely read any of it because it was all familiar. She briefly thought about the fact that maybe she should pretend to be more interested in the details for Sevy’s sake but she decided that would be more effort than it was worth. She signed electronically and handed the tablet back to Sally.

“Thanks,” Sally said brightly and looked at the confirmation screen of the tablet. “You’re all set to go in now. If you come again,” she emphasized the word if, “you will have to sign in on the tablet, but of course there will be a lot less to fill out.” She smiled a simpering smile at Aralyn, and the door clicked audibly, unlocking.

Sevy pulled it open. “Thanks, Sally, I’ll take it from here.”

Aralyn swallowed hard, feeling a little satisfied that Sevy had shut Sally off from her so completely. “What would be different if I had come alone?” she asked.

“Well, you would have needed your password. And you would have been given a tour,” he said, “but I thought I could do that myself.”

“I would rather have a tour from you, Sevy,” she told him. She briefly wondered if that sounded like she was sucking up to him, but she let the thought go. She couldn’t take back her words anyway.

“So, would you rather start the tour with the Emerald room or the Electric room?” he asked.

Emerald room OR Electric room


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C is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the C Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for C was Answer the Call: (Sorry it got a little long! The rest are shorter!)


Aralyn picked up the phone and pressed the green button to answer the call. She could barely make out what was happening on the other end of the phone. Was that someone moaning? Was it a good moan or a bad moan? A chill ran through her. Was someone being hurt? She pressed the phone harder against her ear, trying to hear clearly. It wasn’t a whole lot better.

“Hello?” she said, hesitantly.

No one said anything. The moaning continued.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” she raised her voice a little, looking around the empty restaurant to see if anyone would hear her talking on the phone. She was feeling anxious now because Sevy was waiting for her.

Still, there was no change in the sound. Then suddenly, she heard a woman’s voice loud and clear, “Oh yeah, baby, fuck me!”

Aralyn’s eyes went wide. What the hell? Had someone accidentally dialed this phone? But who randomly dialed during sex? Maybe they rolled over a phone in a clothes pocket or something? Aralyn simply couldn’t figure out how it could be an accidental dial, but it certainly wasn’t helping someone get their phone back. She immediately regretted answering the call. She had only answered because she thought it might be the mobile phone’s owner trying to find his phone.

Now Aralyn really didn’t know what to do. She felt like she should just end the call. That seemed the easiest thing to do. But now that she had answered, she felt like she couldn’t. She felt like an intruder, but it was like watching a train wreck. She just couldn’t turn away from it. The voice was alluring.

The moaning continued. The woman’s voice kept ringing out loud and clear through the phone. She was saying all sorts of encouraging things to someone on the other end. After two minutes of standing there, not sure what to do, Aralyn’s brain snapped into focus. She knew that Sevy was waiting for her outside. He was much more important than some random phone call. She hung up. But what to do with the phone? There was no one to give it to at the hostess stand. Most of the waitresses seemed to have left, and the only manager she knew had left.

She pocketed the phone and resolved to try to find the owner another way.

She got outside to find Sevy leaning against his car in the chilly air. “Hey, what took you so long?” Sevy asked.

“Nothing,” Aralyn said. “I just got held up.”

“So.”

“So,” she echoed.

“Do you want to go do something?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Like what?” She surreptitiously looked at her watch to see what time it was. It was almost midnight. “What is there to do in this town close to midnight on a weeknight?”

“Not a lot,” he admitted grudgingly.

“I’d say a diner, but I imagine that seems silly given where we work.”

“Yeah, not a diner,” he smiled. “Better not give the competition any business.”

Aralyn wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, so she waited for him to say something else.

“I’m joking,” he said with a nudge.

“What about Walmart?”

“Walmart?”

“Yeah, we can do something stupid like set all the alarm clocks to go off in the middle of the night, or we could buy something dumb and cheap.”

“Really?” Aralyn raised one eyebrow at him. That sounded immature.

“Nah, I’m kidding again. ” Sevy said, smiling. “All right, I have a good idea. Do you trust me?”

No, she thought, but she kept that to herself. “Sure, I think so.”

“Come on,” he said, and he extended his hand to her. She took it, and he guided her to his passenger side door. He opened the door for her, and she slid in. He shut the door behind her and got behind the wheel. Aralyn was scared to ask where they were going but she had excited butterflies in her stomach, too. She was so happy to be with Sevy who happened to be attractive.

He drove with the radio on, and neither of them said anything. It was an odd change since they talked so much when they were working together. After fifteen minutes, he pulled into a deserted parking lot and parked all the way at the back where there were no streetlights.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“It’s a park.”

“Are we supposed to be here?”

“Not really,” he said. “Technically the park closes at sundown which was hours ago, but usually the cops don’t patrol it on weeknights as long as there isn’t a ruckus down here.”

“Oh, okay.”

He turned on the flashlight on his phone and held it up so they could see where they were walking. He took her hand to guide her over rough patches of ground. They walked down and around, winding on the path between large trees. Then she saw a pavilion up ahead. There was a creek bubbling nearby.

“This is one of my favorite places in the world,” he whispered.

“It’s beautiful,” Aralyn whispered back. As they walked along the path, the sound of the water grew. “What is that?” she asked, raising her voice so he could hear her.

“It’s a waterfall. It’s so cool.”

“Wow,” she said, “That’s amazing.” It wasn’t a true waterfall, but a set of manmade steps beneath the water masqueraded as one.

“In the summer, as a kid, we would slide down the steps in the water.”

“Didn’t that hurt?” Aralyn asked, surprised.

“Yeah, sometimes. But all in the name of good fun,” he said.

Next to the waterfall were some stairs. At the top of the stairs was a little pavilion. In the middle of the pavilion was a table, the same octagonal shape as the structure around it. Sevy climbed up on the table and sat on it, with his feet on the bench. Aralyn climbed up next to him, with his help. They sat close together, thigh to thigh.

After a few minutes, she was shivering now that she was sitting on a stone table without moving. Sevy noticed. “Are you cold?” he asked.

She wanted to say no because she didn’t want him to suggest they leave, but she couldn’t deny the chattering in her teeth. She downplayed the truth. “A little.”

He slipped an arm around her and pulled her even closer to him, though she hadn’t thought that was possible. She snuggled into his shoulder under his arm and felt a warmth moving through her that had nothing to do with the closeness of their bodies. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her, and she knew that if she didn’t pull away now, he was going to kiss her. A part of her wanted to pull away. A part of her wanted to keep things simple. Why was it that she was about to kiss the first friend she had made in this town? She didn’t want to complicate the only friendship she had. She had gotten herself in enough trouble letting her heart run away with her. Or maybe not her heart. Maybe a lower body part that took over her brain.

But in the end, she couldn’t stop looking up at him. She didn’t want to stop him from kissing her. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. And so she kept her face turned up toward him, and she parted her lips slightly.

His face came down, and their lips touched lightly. Aralyn moved the last fraction of an inch to press their lips together. His lips were soft and firm. She opened her mouth to him, and he slipped his tongue between her lips. He tasted like coffee and sugar. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or if it was real, but it was the taste she detected from him.

The kiss was magnificent. Aralyn was finding herself lost in it when suddenly, a phone started ringing. She didn’t recognize the ring-tone, but Sevy wasn’t reacting to it at all. Was there someone else there? They broke their kiss, and she looked around, trying to identify the source of the ringing phone. And then she realized. It was the mysterious phone she found in the diner.

“Hey,” Sevy said, “your phone is ringing.”

She almost said, “It’s not mine,” but the words got stuck on her tongue before she could get them out. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to tell Sevy that the phone wasn’t hers but she just didn’t want him to know.

“Are you going to answer?” he asked.

“Not right now,” she said, and she fumbled a little while trying to silence the phone. But unfortunately, even though she hadn’t answered the phone, the moment between them was lost. Sevy had pulled his arm from around her shoulders and was climbing down off the table.

“Shall we go?” he asked. It didn’t sound like he was upset or angry at all with Aralyn, but she felt immense disappointment. She knew that she couldn’t force things, and she shouldn’t be surprised that he wanted to leave so soon after their moment was stolen, but her heart sank all the same.

What the hell was she doing with him anyway? He was her coworker. What if it didn’t work out? It would be terrible for her. The first friend she made.

Her level of anxiety was rising at a rapid rate, and then the phone rang again. That damn phone! What had made her think it was a good idea to pick up the phone in the first place? And why had she taken it with her? She could have just left it there under the table, or set it at the hostess stand and let someone else find it. But now it was burning a hole in her pocket as she silenced it again. She waited by the passenger side door for him to unlock the door. Before he had opened the door for her like a true gentleman and after what had happened, she figured he would leave her to fend for herself, but he came over and opened the door for her anyway.

She smiled at him, and he returned her smile. He went around and got in on his side of the car. He fired up the engine and drove off. He went back to the diner’s parking lot where her car was the only one left in the lot. “Will you be okay getting home?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so,” she said.

“Cool,” he said and left it at that. He didn’t turn off the car or get out. He was patiently waiting for her to get out of the car. She got out and was about to shut the car door when she plucked up her courage and leaned down back into the car.

“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked.

“No,” he said. The silence stretched between them, and Aralyn was about to turn away when he added, “Are you?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“What time?” he asked.

“Noon to four.”

“Maybe we can hang out after?” he asked. Aralyn felt her cheeks go red in the darkness.

“Sure,” she replied.

“I’ll meet you here,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. That made her feel better. She wouldn’t have to adventure out on her own in this unknown city.

When she was safely in her apartment, she looked at the mystery phone. There wasn’t a voicemail, but there was a text. “Tomorrow, I will send you information on The Dugneon.” Aralyn had no idea what that meant.

In the morning, she was super nervous about seeing Sevy after work. She spent her entire four-hour shift trying to stop the butterflies in her stomach from flying out of her mouth. Of course, she knew that was a ridiculous thought. Aralyn wasn’t sure she took in anything that the other waitress was telling her, but Aralyn didn’t screw up too badly, so she was happy with that. As four o’clock drew near, she kept looking at the door, waiting to see if Sevy would walk through it. Would he come into the diner? Would it be too obvious that they were in a relationship, or whatever the hell it was? Would anyone think twice about them hanging out? Would they even care if they knew?

But Sevy didn’t come through the door while she was working. He didn’t come through the door while she was getting her stuff together, either. She was afraid he wouldn’t be waiting for her in the parking lot, but as it turned out, he was sitting in his car. Aralyn saw his silver car at the back of the lot among the few other cars. She walked toward it, trying to stifle a huge grin.

“Hey,” she said as she approached the car. He rolled his window down as he watched her approach. She couldn’t tell what the look on his face was.

“Hey,” he replied.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Not much. How was work?”

“It was good. Not too busy.”

“That’s good. Well, mostly. It goes faster when it’s busy.”

“Yeah, but it’s better for me not to be too overwhelmed since I’m still so new.”

“That’s true,” he agreed.

It was cold standing out in the parking lot. Even in the bright sunshine, the air was chilly. Aralyn stuck her hands in her pockets.

“Want to get in?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and she walked around and climbed in on the passenger side. He didn’t get out to open her door, but that would have been a massive effort.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. What else could they do?

“Want to catch a movie?”

“Sure,” she said.

He put the car in gear, and they drove over to the movie theater which wasn’t more than five minutes away. They sat in the parking lot and discussed which movie they were going to see. He bought their movie tickets and offered her popcorn, which she declined.

“Woah,” she said as they went into the theater. Instead of the standard movie theater seats, there were recliners in the whole theater. Each seat had a number, and she looked at the ticket the ticket taker had handed her. It had a seat number on it like a concert venue. “This is… amazing,” she said, not able to come up with any other word.

“What?” he said, utterly sounding confused at first, “Oh, the theater? Yeah, it’s been like this for a while now. It’s great, isn’t it?” He explained to her how they hadn’t finished putting in the bar, but there would eventually be full bar and food service, delivered directly to your chair.

“I feel like that would distract from the movie.”

“So do I,” he said. “Maybe they’ll only make it available if you come early and watch their commercials.”

“Ha, that would be something,” Aralyn said. Personally, Aralyn liked the previews for other movies. It was part of the whole movie experience, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She could do without twenty minutes of TV commercials they played before movie previews.

They found their seats and settled into them. Aralyn was surprised when Sevy raised the armrest between their seats. Now they were really close together, their arms just touching.

Aralyn was nervous at the close contact. She wasn’t sure if Sevy was going to hold her hand or if he was going to ignore her during the movie. She wasn’t sure which option made her more nervous either. The commercials ended, and the previews came on. Sevy leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I bet there will be ten previews.”

She smiled and tried not to laugh out loud; he was so cute. She whispered back, “Okay, I’ll take that bet. But I’ll bet there will be eight.”

“You’re on,” he whispered.

“What are we wagering?” she whispered back.

He looked at her appraisingly for a minute. It seemed as though he was trying to figure out if she was serious or not. She was looking back with an entirely serious expression, though, and he said, “Suggestions?”

She just shook her head and shrugged. She wanted to suggest a kiss, but she wasn’t bold enough for that, especially as she still didn’t know what was going on. After the failed kiss last night, was this a date?

So she just kept smiling and looking at him and waiting for him to come up with something.

Finally, he made a suggestion, and it wasn’t at all what Aralyn had been hoping for. “Loser buys dinner.” On the plus side, it meant that he wanted to keep hanging out with her after they saw the movie. She took that as a positive sign and agreed to the bet.

They counted the previews, and as it turned out, there were nine of them. They grinned at each other but didn’t talk as the movie started up.

When the movie ended, and the lights came up, Aralyn waited to see if he would be one of those people who stayed until the bitter end. He was, and it paid off because there was a hidden scene at the end of the movie they got to see. They were one of the few who had stayed that long. When the final scene ended, Sevy put down the feet on his recliner and began to get up. Aralyn did the same.

“So,” he began.

“So,” she repeated.

“Nine previews.”

“Yup.”

“What does that mean for our bet?”

“I don’t know,” she said, truthfully. They hadn’t done an over/under deal. They had just each picked a number.

“I’ve never actually bet on something like that before,” he admitted.

“Me neither,” she smiled shyly, and he smiled back. Their eyes locked and he took a step closer. It seemed like he might be leaning in to kiss her. But then, the spell was broken. The employees had come along and were cleaning up the theater for the next showing.

“Come on,” he said extending his hand to her. She took it, and they left. “Where do you want to go for dinner?” he asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Who is paying?”

He laughed a hearty laugh that she loved so much. “Good question.” He was silent for a moment, thinking. “We could call it a draw.”

“We could,” she agreed. It was a logical thing.

“So then we’d each pay our own way,” he mused.

“Yeah,” she said.

He shrugged. “That would be okay, I guess,” but it didn’t sound like it was okay.

She raised an eyebrow at him and plucked up the courage to point that out. “You guess?”

He shrugged again. “I just don’t like the idea of you having to pay. You just moved here. You just got a job. I know how much you make.” He winked.

“We have the same job!” she protested.

“True, but I’ve been working there longer so my base pay is more.”

“How do you know that? Maybe I got Devon to start me at a higher rate.” She said defiantly.

“Because I keep tabs on things.”

His statement felt deceptive. She wondered what that was supposed to mean, but she was running out of gusto to push the point. “Okay, we’ll see.” She hoped he would let it go.

“Fine,” he said. They were pushing through the darkly tinted doors into the evening sunlight. “That’s beautiful,” he murmured indicating the setting sun.

“Yes, it is,” she agreed.

“Do you want to go watch it somewhere quick?” he asked.

“Sure,” she agreed. Sevy appeared to be quite the romantic. Walks in the park. Sunsets. What was next?

He seemed to know everything about the area, too, because he knew right where to go to get a good view of the sunset. They only drove for a couple of minutes, which was a good thing because otherwise, they would have missed it. He parked at the top of a hill and they watched the sunset. While they sat, his hand slid across the center console in the car and rested on the top of her thigh. He wasn’t overly touchy. He wasn’t making advances to make her uncomfortable; he just rested his hand there comfortably. She had waited to see if he was going to move his hand with mixed feelings. When he didn’t, she laid her hand on top of his, and their fingers curled together, the back of his hand in the palm of her own, her fingers falling between his.

When the sun had set, he turned to look at her, and it felt like all the air was sucked from the car. Aralyn didn’t know why the look was so intense. Maybe it was the small space. Maybe it was the atmosphere. But all she knew was that suddenly she couldn’t breathe, and she wanted to sit in Sevy’s lap or kiss him or have sex with him. Something to release the tension that had suddenly sprung between them.

And this time, there were no distractions. Aralyn felt herself leaning toward Sevy, and he was mirroring her movement. They were only inches apart now, and she could hear her ragged breathing in the quiet car. Sevy had turned the radio off while they watched the sunset. There was no sound.

Their lips touched, and it was like an electric jolt between them. Her lips parted willingly as Sevy’s tongue probed Aralyn’s mouth again. The kiss deepened, and she found herself pressed as far across the center console as she could be, but it wasn’t particularly comfortable. The gear shift was between them, and it was pressing into her thigh.

Sevy pulled his hand from her grasp and wrapped his arms around her, which she was sure was no easy feat in the cramped space. She brought one hand up and cupped his face. She could feel the beginning of a beard, even though he must have shaved that morning.

The car was cramped with two people, but she didn’t care. She just loved the feel of his arms wrapped around her. His fingers curled in her hair and held her to him as best as he could. The hand that had been pressed against his face wrapped around to the back of his neck and kept him pressed against her. After what simultaneously seemed like no time at all and seemed like forever, Sevy broke their kiss. Both of them were panting.

“Wow,” Sevy whispered. Aralyn agreed with his sentiment, but she couldn’t catch her breath enough to reply. She felt spellbound by him. “Are you okay?” he asked with a chuckle. Aralyn grinned at him. “I’ll take it you liked that?”

“Yes,” she whispered, not because she was embarrassed but because she could barely get the word out.

Sevy pulled away from her but left one hand on her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around his and held on tight. She didn’t want to lose their connection, but the car was an uncomfortable place to make out. “We can’t stay here too long. People will think it’s weird if there’s a couple just sitting here after dark.” He winked at her, and she smiled. A couple? Had he said a couple? Aralyn didn’t know if he meant that they were a couple-couple or just that they were two people sitting in a car. She wanted to ask, but she also was terrified of the answer he would give.

The words she could get to come out of her mouth were, “So where to now?”

“Dinner,” he said with a smile. “You’re buying.”

“I am not!” she protested.

He didn’t respond. He just smiled and put the car in gear.

Two hours later, they had finished a lovely dinner at a local burger place and were back in the car. Sevy had paid for dinner, despite Aralyn’s protests that she could pay for her meal. But he hadn’t listened and had paid for the whole thing. She had even tried to pay the tip, but he had shot her down about that also. It was sweet, if a little sexist, in Aralyn’s opinion. She decided not to make a huge issue out of it. There was no reason to, she figured. He was just trying to be a gentleman.

But now the night was winding down. Part of her wanted to invite him back to her place or to see if he wanted her to go to his, but it was too soon. She barely knew him, but her disappointment was almost palpable.

He drove her back to the parking lot at the diner and pulled into the spot next to her car. The parking lot was nearly deserted. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked her before he let her get out of the car.

“Yes, please,” she said.

“Are you working?” he asked.

“No, are you?”

“Yes. Maybe I could have your number, and I could give you a call.” He winked, and she laughed. They had never exchanged phone numbers in all the time they had been talking. Though, when she thought about it, she realized it had only been a couple of days. They exchanged numbers, and she got out of his car and into hers. He didn’t kiss her goodnight, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because they were in the parking lot of their workplace? Was it because he didn’t want to? Was he regretting their kiss? No, that didn’t make sense. She was just being insecure. And then thoughts of her previous life invaded her mind. She sat in her car with her eyes closed, willing herself not to cry sitting here. She missed… Iowa. Her emotions were all over the place. Aralyn wanted to be happy for the budding relationship she was forming with Sevy, but she was sad for the life she had left behind. What was she to do now?

Then she felt it. Buzzing. It was the phone she had found at the diner the night before. She had shoved it in the glove compartment of her car, and right now it was buzzing. She pulled it out and looked at the display, gripped with indecision. It was the same number as the last time it rang. As she held the phone, it stopped buzzing and went dark. She had missed the call.

The next day, Aralyn waited anxiously for the phone to ring. She was both waiting to hear from Sevy and the mystery person. She wasn’t even sure which one worried her more.

She heard from Sevy first. He sent a text.

Sevy: Hey

Aralyn: Hey 🙂

Sevy: I’m at work.

Aralyn: Bad boy, texting at work. 😉

Sevy: It’s sloooooow

Aralyn: I’m sure.

Sevy: I can’t wait to see you. 🙂

Aralyn: I feel the same.

As soon as she sent that text, she rolled her eyes at herself. She sounded like an idiot. But… he wanted to see her! That was a good sign! Sevy was quiet for a while. Then, finally,

Sevy: Sorry, customers.

Aralyn: It’s cool. I understand.

Sevy: 😛

Aralyn: 😛

Sevy: What do you want to do today?

Aralyn had no way of answering that question. There were so many things she wanted to do, most particularly, she wanted to see Sevy, but she also desperately wanted to hear from the mystery person about The Dungeon.

Aralyn: Whatever you want.

Sevy: That’s a dangerous proposition.

Aralyn knew that he was right, but she couldn’t help herself from the answer.

Aralyn: *shrug*

Sevy: LMAO

Sevy: I’ll be in touch. 😉

Oh boy. Aralyn didn’t know what that meant. When the phone rang an hour later, she jumped a mile. Then she realized it wasn’t her phone that was ringing. It was the mystery phone.

She answered and heard someone moaning softly as before. Then a voice came into the foreground. “Hello Aralyn. The Dungeon is an exclusive club. Not everyone gets an invitation. Your password is Elixir. You will receive a text with the address in one hour. We are open 24 hours a day.” Click. Elixir. Aralyn was breathing heavily.

Should she go alone? She could ask Sevy, but whatever it was they were doing was so new…

Does Aralyn go alone?

She accepts the invitation and invites Sevy to join her.

She accepts the invitation alone.


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B is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the B Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice for B was Bartender: (Sorry it got a little long!)


With no bartending experience, she thought the bartender position might be a long shot, but at least she had experience as a restaurant server. The place she was applying to was primarily a diner, but it included a bar. Her experience working in a cafe would be useful there. The manager thought so, too, and he called her in for an interview and offered her the job on the spot.

“I know that you’ve never been a bartender before so I’m not putting you on any particularly busy shifts. And before you start, you need to memorize all these drinks and specials.” He gave her a long list. “As long as you can do this, you’re hired.”

“No problem. When can I start?”

“When can you have all these things memorized?”

She looked into his close set eyes behind dark rimmed glasses and replied. “Two days?”

“That quick?”

“Yes,” she said. She had to bite her tongue not to say, “Yes, Sir.”

“You know I’ll be quizzing you on them before you start.”

“I assumed so,” she replied quickly. “I’ll be ready.”

“Great, well I look forward to you starting. We’re really short staffed.”

“Great!” It was the first good thing that had happened to her, besides the apartment. She was relieved that he hadn’t taken the time to call her references. Aralyn didn’t want anyone in Iowa to know where she had gone.

She left the diner feeling pleased with herself. It hadn’t even been a whole week, and she had an apartment and a job. Now she just had to buckle down and study for this quiz. It was imperative that she get the job. She was so looking forward to learning something new, too.

She spent the next two days studying, and in the end, she had the whole thing memorized frontward and backward. “I’m ready,” she told herself on the morning of her quiz. She showed up to the diner fifteen minutes early. The manager greeted her with a smile.

“Hi,” the manager said.

“Hello, Mr. Jacobson,” she replied.

“Please, call me Devon.”

“Okay, Devon,” she smiled shyly. She almost felt like she was flirting, but she knew that was wrong. It would not be good for her to flirt with her soon-to-be boss.

“Let’s get this started,” he said, and he motioned for her to follow him to a corner booth away from most of the restaurant patrons. He spent the next hour quizzing her on everything on the menu. She answered every question perfectly. “Now let’s see how you do behind the bar,” he said. He introduced her to Sevy, the bartender who was working at the time. “Sevy is going to train you today. Watch everything he does, and by lunch time, I want you to start picking up some of the work from him. The best way to learn is by doing.” She nodded and smiled. She wasn’t at all disappointed to have Sevy teaching her. He was quite cute. His brown hair was just long enough that she could imagine herself running her fingers through it. His eyes were frog green, which was an odd comparison to make, but it was the first thing that came to her mind. His shoulders were broad, and she felt like she could get lost in his arms and be safe from the world.

She actually shook her head at that thought. It was ridiculous. She was living in a fantasy with that. No random bartender was going to be able to keep her safe. Not after what happened. Not with what she was running away from.

But it was time to set that aside. Right now Aralyn needed to focus on learning her new job. She wanted to make sure she was doing the best she possibly could. She watched Sevy studiously as he walked her through some of the procedures that would be different from other restaurants where she had worked. But most of the things he told her were things she knew.

Some of the bar things were different, though. She wasn’t accustomed to having each seat have its own number, as opposed to table numbers. She liked the ability to put names into the computer rather than just numbers, though. It was definitely helpful regarding getting to know her customers. She watched Sevy interact with the customers and could tell that he would get great tips. He was working hard to ensure that everyone he served had everything they needed.

Some things were easy for her to remember. Putting out drink napkins and silverware right away. Offering both a drink menu and a regular menu. Other things were harder. Remembering what soups were on special. She resolved to write them in a little book. She noticed that Sevy didn’t write anything down. She supposed it wasn’t too hard to take an order and put it directly into the computer since it was right there. But still, she didn’t want to make any mistakes.

The first part of her shift was slow. There weren’t a lot of people and very few at the bar. The ones who sat at the bar at that early hour tended not to be drinkers. Moreso they were lonely people who wanted to talk to someone. Aralyn was nervous about having conversations with strangers. She resolved to study Sevy carefully. The conversations seemed to come easily to him. “How are you?” “Nice to see you again.” “What’s going on?” Some of the people he obviously knew better than that. Those he asked personal questions about the person’s family or significant other. Aralyn imagined these weren’t people he saw often, but he remembered a surprising amount about them.

She got up the courage to ask Sevy about the conversations he was having by the time the lunch hour was picking up. “How do you remember all that about these people?”

“Well, some of them come in here a lot. It’s not too hard to remember details about those people.”

“And the other ones?”

“Just let them talk,” he advised. “People usually just want to talk about themselves. They don’t actually care what you have to say. Hell, they don’t even really care if you’re listening. They are just here to talk. So let them talk. Nod, smile, if they come around again, try to remember something they said the previous time. There’s no need to remember every detail of what they told you. Just one specific thing. They’re always impressed when you can remember something specific, even if there’s only one thing. The older ones tend to tell me the same stories over and over again. I could practically tell some of the stories myself. But I let them talk. What’s the harm in it really? I’m here to see that they are happy. The happier they are, the bigger the tips are. It’s a win-win situation.”

Aralyn nodded. That made a lot of sense, but she knew she wasn’t going to be entirely comfortable talking to complete strangers. It was not in her personality, especially since she was now hiding a huge secret from all of these people. All she could think about as she looked at them was her secret. It was stupid, really. None of them would know her. None of them would know anything about her. Not where she was from, not what she had done, and not why she had run away. But somehow, having such a public job made her nervous. She had always thought it would be fun to tend bar, but now she wasn’t so sure.

In the end, she had no choice, though. She needed the job, and it had come to her with ease. She had to give it a chance. At least it would be a point of experience for her on her resume if she decided she wanted to stick with restaurant work. She would have to stay at least long enough to make it worth that.

But she wasn’t sure how long she could stay. She might have to move on sooner than she intended. Things were just very up in the air and that, more than anything else, made her uncomfortable. She wanted nothing more than to be her relaxed, normal self, but she was anything but that right now. She liked the surety of her life before. Life Before. That sounded like the title of her memoir. Maybe someday she would write it. Maybe someday it would be a hit. She doubted it, but maybe. But in order to write that, she would have to write about her secret, and she wasn’t sure she could ever do that. It affected too many people if she did. She would more than likely have to keep her mouth shut about it. And her pen, in that case.

She shook her head, realizing that Sevy had been talking to her and she hadn’t been paying any attention. Whoops. She tuned in.

“I’d like you to take the next customer who comes to the bar,” Sevy said. “I’ll be right here with you.”

Aralyn liked the sound of that, but she didn’t react to the statement other than to say, “Okay.” She gulped down her nerves. She could do it!

She waited nervously. A man came in and sat down at the other end of the bar from where the two of them were standing.

“You’re on,” Sevy told her with an encouraging smile.

“Hi!” she said brightly to the new customer. Too brightly, she felt.

“Hey,” the gentleman said. He was clearly a businessman on a lunch break. She was on top of his order, and made a note to the kitchen that he was in a hurry. She put his order in the computer and then made his unsweetened iced tea.

“Good job,” Sevy told her. “Most new bartenders go for the drink first. Normally, I would, but with this clearly being someone on a lunch break from work, getting the order in as soon as possible was a good choice.”

Aralyn smiled. “Thank you. I’m learning from the best.”

He grinned back at her. “Well, I don’t know about that…” he let his voice trail off and nudged her as a new customer came into the bar and sat down. “Want to take on another one?”

Her eyes went wide, but she decided it was worth trying. It wasn’t so different than her past experience as a waitress. “Okay,” she whispered, and she swallowed down her nerves again and off she went to greet the customer. Sevy hung a little further back this time than the last. This person didn’t seem to be on a lunch break, but Aralyn went with the idea that she wanted fast service and did the same thing as before.

“Are you new?” the girl asked when Aralyn brought her drink over a minute later.

“Yes, it’s my first day,” she told the girl.

“Oh, well that’s exciting. I hope it goes well,” the customer said.

“Thank you,” Aralyn replied. She saw that the order light was on from the kitchen, so she excused herself and brought out her first customer’s food. She gave him a minute to tuck into it and then came back to ask if everything was okay. He said that it was and she backed off.

The rest of the afternoon went much like the first two customers. She found that she was able to keep up with even two or three different people at a time. She was still struggling a bit with the computer system for checks, but she was learning quickly.

Sevy was patient with her and helped her out when she got stuck on things. He guided her through new things, helped her find specific food items in the computer system, and was generally kind to her throughout the shift. He even took over some of the customers when it was evident Aralyn was starting to feel overwhelmed.

At the end of the shift, he split all the bar tips with her. “I don’t deserve that,” she insisted.

“Of course you do. You did at least half the work.”

“No I didn’t,” she argued back.

He pressed the money into her hand and said, “Don’t argue, it’s not going to work.” He winked at her, and she smiled.

“Are you,” she started to ask him if he wanted to go get a bite to eat when they finished their shifts, but she chickened out halfway through the sentiment and turned away. He let the comment go.

She thanked him again for all of his help, and they parted ways. She wanted to ask if he would be there when she came in the next day, but she chickened out on that question, too.


On her next shift, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Sevy was working at the bar. The manager sent her to shadow someone else for a while in the main dining room, and she learned some new things even with her mind half on Sevy.

After two hours there, she was sent to the kitchen to help garnish the plates and ensure that orders were coming out correctly. She learned how to run food for other people, rather than taking the orders herself. The manager explained that he wanted her to be able to fill in for any position throughout the waitstaff. It made sense, but she had really been hoping that she could work more closely with Sevy for her second day.

She was working later in the day this time, and the restaurant was nearing close by the time she got to work with Sevy. She felt a wave of nervous energy pass over her when the manager stopped her in the kitchen and sent her to the bar to learn how to clean it up and close for the night.

“Hey,” she said to Sevy as she slid behind the bar.

His face brightened when he saw her, “Hey,” he said, “I thought I wasn’t going to even get to talk to you today. You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah,” she gave an exhausted smile. “I’ve learned a lot, but I have certainly been busy all day.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here now,” he said.

She really felt like he was flirting with her but she wasn’t sure how, or if, she could act on it. Instead, she decided to play dumb. “So, what do I need to do to clean up around here?” she asked.

He explained the cleanup procedures and showed her the end of the shift checklist. She helped him complete all the chores. He didn’t offer her any tips this time, but she felt like she hadn’t earned them at the bar today. So she was surprised when the manager found her and handed her a wad of cash.

“What’s this for?” she asked in surprise.

“It’s a part of the tips. You worked as a runner and a plater; that earns you something.”

“Oh!” She was pleasantly surprised. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” he said.

He walked away from the bar and Aralyn turned to Sevy. “He seems like a good boss.”

“He is,” Sevy said, his voice low. “I don’t want to sound like I’m kissing up to him or anything but I do really think he’s a good boss. He’s fair and consistent. That’s about all you can really hope for in a manager.”

“Definitely,” Aralyn agreed. Though, she had never had a manager who wasn’t both of those things. She could imagine that it would be difficult if she were in a position where those things were an issue.

“Well, I’m out,” Sevy said, picking up his jacket from the hook in the back room. “Are you leaving?”

“Yeah,” Aralyn said, and she got as far as the front door of the restaurant before realizing that she had to go back. “Sorry, I have to go back and get my purse.”

“I can wait,” he said.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. She ran to the back and grabbed her purse. As she opened the staff door to leave, she heard a mobile phone ring. The tone didn’t seem to be coming from any of the waitstaff’s bags or coats. Then she realized the sound was coming from under one of the tables. She bent down and retrieved the phone. She looked at the number. It was just a random number. No name. She looked around, but the dining room was deserted. The rest of the waitstaff were doing kitchen cleanup. She debated. Should she answer the call or not?

Answer the Call OR Leave the phone at the Hostess stand


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A is for… #AtoZChallenge (AC)

Welcome to the A Chapter of Runaway: A Choose Your Own Adventure Novel. Please be advised, there may be adult content depending on the choices you make. Please vote for your choice and I will post the next chapter tomorrow.

Your choice from my Theme Reveal was… a tie! So I flipped a coin and Allentown won! Here is the next chapter: Allentown


She stopped at a traffic light and looked around. Having grown up in a small town in Iowa, she was way out of her element. Allentown, a city in East Central Pennsylvania, was one of the largest cities in the state. The buildings were massive and super close together.

Aralyn had been traveling for days, frequently changing direction at random and sleeping in her car. But now she had made a decision. Allentown would be her new home.

She found a cute motel on the edge of town that had weekly rates and booked herself for two weeks. She paid with the cash she had been saving up, just in case. The room was small, but comfortable enough and it supplied her with a small refrigerator and microwave. The bathroom had a good sized sink for doing dishes. She would be able to get by here without eating out every meal.

Two weeks. That was Aralyn’s self-imposed deadline. Two weeks to find a job and an apartment. Could she do it? Well, she had no choice now. It was time to take control of her life.

First, she would need a place to live. The first thing on every job application was going to be her address. She needed an apartment. She fired up her laptop and tethered through her phone, which was still attached to her Iowa address. She would need to get that addressed, too. Thank goodness for automatic bill pay. An hour later she had fired off several letters, or rather emails, of interest of places she might want to live. She knew it could take a few days at least to hear anything. Waiting wasn’t her strong suit.

The next few days were agony filled with trashy tv, junk food, and moping. Aralyn knew she wasn’t her best self at that time, but she had nothing else she could do while she waited. She really needed a place to live.

On the third day, she got a reply to her first inquiry. It was a row home that was being privately rented. She was so excited to receive it that she didn’t realize right away what it said. It wasn’t the response she had hoped for. The property had already been rented out to someone else. Rats.

On the fourth day, she got her much-anticipated email. Not one, but two of the properties she had expressed interest in were available for rent and would she like to see them in person? She promptly sent back emails and made appointments to see them both.

Both apartments were nice. Similar neighborhoods, similar price. The deciding factor for her was that one of them was a block away from a park that ran along a quaint river. That one would be an excellent place for her to live. She asked if she could put in a formal application right away.

“Well, of course, you can,” the kind woman renting the apartment told her. “I have one right here.” She handed over the application and Aralyn choked. References. She hadn’t thought of that. Shit. Who could she ask for a reference? She had to think about that one for a minute, and after she had written down the names of two people she knew from Iowa, she hoped beyond hope that the landlady would never actually call the references to find out anything about her. She crossed her fingers as she handed the application back over.

“When will I find out?”

“Oh right now, dear,” the woman said. “As long as you can pay one month’s rent up front and one month’s security deposit.”

“I can,” Aralyn chirped.

“Good, then it’s done!” Aralyn smiled broadly.

“The current tenants move out this weekend. I’ll need a few days to get the place cleaned up and ready for you, and then you can move in. Is it okay if I leave it furnished for you?”

“Yes, that would be great, “Aralyn said, and it was all she could do not to jump for joy like a schoolgirl.

They shook hands, and she walked away, smiling to herself. She was proud that she had done something right, finally. She had been feeling pretty down.

Now to get a job.

But the question on the table was, what kind of job? She had been a waitress back home. She hadn’t completed college so she would have to find something she was qualified for, which, wasn’t a whole lot. The food service industry made sense. She went online and started looking up open jobs. She found two which intrigued her the most.

Which job should Aralyn apply for?

Bartender

Barista


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#AtoZChallenge Theme Reveal!

Theme Reveal

Hello, and welcome to my blog! I am a writer of adult fiction (sometimes very adult). If that’s not your thing, then that’s cool. We’ll just leave this here and thanks for stopping by! But for those of you who are interested in a little adult fiction, stick around and wait until you hear what I have in store for April!

I have written an A to Z Choose Your Own Adventure! The whole novel is written (it’s called Runaway) and I am in the final stages of editing. As a special treat, you will be the first audience to view this novel. Below you will find the introduction. At the end of the introduction is a choice. You, my wonderful blog readers, will make the decision. Vote by commenting. Then come back April 1st and I will share the next chapter based on your votes. Keep coming back throughout April to vote and read each chapter, 26 in all for the A to Z Challenge!

But remember, this will only be ONE possible combination. There are 32 endings and thousands of possible paths to get there. Join me on this Choose Your Own Adventure: A to Z with Runaway!


Aralyn woke up, and everything seemed blurry. What the hell happened? Memories of the night before flooded her brain. They knew. They all knew her terrible secret. She had to go. She had to get out of town right away. But first, she needed to get her head on straight. She went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Her tangled blonde hair and ragged clothes made it look like she had been dragged through the mud. Her light blue tank top strap was hanging on by a thread. She was disappointed that it was in such bad shape since it was the exact shade of her eyes. She stripped and stepped into the shower. The water was warm and soothing. She could almost let herself believe it would all be okay. She could almost believe that she could get dressed and go in for her shift at the Albino Weasel Cafe. But she knew that was impossible now. She had to leave, that was all there was to it.

After her shower, she shoved herself into sweatpants and a t-shirt. She covered up her slightly pudgy body with a zip up hoodie to blend in with the majority of people her age–college students in Iowa City. But the news was out there now. She knew she would be too recognizable, no matter what she wore.

She attempted to do her hair in a different style, but it was barely touching her shoulders so there wasn’t a lot she could do with it. At least it was sunny and cold so wearing her hood and sunglasses wasn’t out of the ordinary.

It didn’t take long for Aralyn to pack a bag. Somehow she knew this would be her fate all along and she had given a lot of thought to what essentials she would need to bring with her if she had to leave town suddenly.

So she threw the bag in the car and headed east. She’d never seen the Atlantic Ocean. She wasn’t sure she wanted to end up that far east, but who knew where the car would lead her.

Where does her car lead?

Allentown, PA

Albrightsville, PA

A to Z Challenge!

I am gearing up for the A to Z Challenge! I finished writing all my blog posts, actually. I started in November as my NaNoWriMo Novel, but of course, 80k words wasn’t enough. I finished up around 115k words in February and have since been editing away (with some major help)! I am very much looking forward to starting the A to Z Challenge, and if you haven’t heard of it, you should check it out!

Book Review: Body Movers

I loved this book! So much fun. A little mystery, a little romance, strong characters. Great read! I picked it up because of the title. (And by picked it up, I mean found it on my local public library’s website for audiobooks.) I don’t know anything about the author or the book, besides the summary, but it sounded entertaining and I was not disappointed at all!

3 of 50 Books in 2017

Book Review: America’s First Daughter

I finished America’s First Daughter by Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie last week. It was an excellent read! The authors do a great job of bringing characters to life while staying true to the history. Probably my favorite thing about it was that at the end, they go into what they changed from history to fit the story and most of the story was true history. Great historical fiction! I would love to go back and visit Monticello again now that I have explored it through this novel!

1 of 50 Books read in 2017

Happy New Year!

​Happy New Year!
Although I usually make half-assed New Years Resolutions, there is definitely one thing I want to focus on more: writing!
In November I wrote the beginning of a choose your own adventure novel that works in conjunction with The A to Z challenge. My goal is to have that novel e-book published by April.
I’d also like to focus on posting here, on Twitter, and Facebook 
So here’s to a better 2017 than 2016! Hopefully a more productive year!

Z is for… #AtoZChallenge

 

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Zavier Ziemba held the diner door open for Yasmine. He had just met her and he was enamored. She was probably about twenty years younger than he and he wasn’t totally sure if it was moral for him to be courting her. He just decided he didn’t care. They had taken separate cars to the diner but they were parked next to each other.

“Can I see you again?” he asked. He felt like he should be more aggressive but for some reason, he was holding back.

“You can see me now,” she said.

“Ha, ha,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“No, I mean, we can go somewhere now.”

“Now?” he asked, his voice cracking. He was far more nervous than he expected to be.

“Now,” she confirmed.

“I could do now.”

“Follow me home,” she said. She was directing him, not asking him and he was complying easily. He liked a woman who could take charge so it was working well for him.

“Sure,” he said and they got in their cars. Thirty minutes later, they were settled in her apartment and she was obviously getting frisky. They had barely met, but sitting side by side on her couch, her hand was on his thigh. He gently mimicked her movements by placing his hand on her thigh but he didn’t know if it was safe to explore or not so he didn’t. He just rested it there and waited for her to do something. And something she did!

While he sat there, she suddenly moved and climbed on top of him, her skirt fluttering to the sides as she lowered herself onto his lap. He knew he was getting hard and he blushed with embarrassment.

She kissed him then and he felt her tongue press into his mouth. He opened his mouth willingly to her and she nipped at his lower lip. He groaned and she did it again. When she broke their kiss, she was stripping her shirt off and he was placing his hands on her hips. She tossed her shirt aside and her bra quickly followed it. Her nipples were right at his eye level and he nibbled on one softly. She was moaning quietly as he sucked. “Harder,” she groaned. He bit her harder and he could feel her hips gyrating on his lap. She was really getting worked up!

He repeated the motions on her other nipple until she was literally yelling. “Oh yeah, that’s right, bite me!” He was shocked at how loud and expressive she was. She had seemed so meek at the bar. He hadn’t even intended to pick her up for a date, or whatever this was. He just felt like she needed a friend. But now, she was definitely not acting shy or reserved at all. He wasn’t disappointed.

He used his hands to move her up and down on his lap, though he was still fully clothed. “Do you want me to take my pants off?” he asked, tentatively. She was certainly acting like it.

“Not yet,” she said whispered in his ear. She rocked against him some more, moaning, “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I can’t wait for you to fuck me!”

He was staring up at her wide eyed. It was so hot that she was taking control like that. “Now?” he asked, even though it had only been a few seconds. He wanted to fuck her more and more every moment that passed.

“Not yet,” she teased. She moved up and down on him, rubbing her pussy against his crotch.

“Now?” he repeated.

“Not yet.” She winked. He whimpered. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening. From his vantage point, he could peer around Yasmine to see the door. “Oops!” Yasmine giggled.

“Oops?” he repeated dumbly. Yasmine turned around, but continued sitting on his lap. “Hi.”

“Hi,” the stranger said.

“Zavier, this is my roommate.”

“Hi.” Zavier said, dumbfounded. He vaguely realized that she hadn’t given him a name for her roommate.

“It looks like you two are busy,” the roommate said and Zavier could see a slight blush creep up her cheeks.

“Not too busy yet,” Yasmine replied.

Zavier’s head was spinning. What the hell did that mean?

“No?” the stranger questioned.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Yasmine replied, even though she hadn’t asked Zavier’s opinion. He didn’t mind though. He was still happy to have her take charge and this new development hadn’t changed anything. This woman was unique and uncommonly beautiful. Her hair was bright blue and he loved it.

“Well, maybe I will then,” the woman replied and she set her purse down, slipped her shoes off, and left both by the door. She slipped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She wiggled out of her pants and they quickly followed her shirt in a crumpled pile. By then she had reached Yasmine, still sitting on Zavier’s lap. She kissed Yasmine then and Zavier felt his cock twitch. He didn’t have a great view, only really being able to see the back of Yasmine’s head, but it was hot to know that the two women were kissing right on his lap.

“Mmmm,” Yasmine said as their kiss broke. “I’m glad you’re home,” she murmured. “It was a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I certainly didn’t expect to come home to this,” she giggled.

“I’m sure not!” Yasmine was giggling, too. Zavier felt like he was back in high school. It was a stark reality to him of just how young these women must be.

“Can we talk?” The roommate asked Yasmine.

“Of course,” Yasmine replied and hopped up off of Zavier’s lap. “We’ll be back in a jiffy,” she said to Zavier. Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “While we’re gone, I want you to strip naked and kneel on the floor. It would make me really happy if you did.” She winked at him and the two women left the room.

Zavier sat on the couch stunned for a full minute before he moved. Then he realized that these beautiful young women wanted him. What was he waiting for!? He stood up off the couch and stripped naked. Then he knelt down on the floor. He hadn’t had a lot of experience subbing for women but he had had enough that he knew what to do. He had also enjoyed being in fetish clubs and observing. So he put his hands behind his back and lowered his head so he was looking at the floor.

It seemed like he had been ready for only seconds when the women walked back into the room. “Seems like someone is ready for us,” Yasmine crooned. “What a good boy!”

Zavier didn’t know how to respond, but he took a stab at it. “Yes, Ma’am.”

The other woman responded this time. “Wow, well trained.”

“Do you have any training?” the other woman asked.

“No, Ma’am, nothing formal.”

“Hm,” Yasmine grunted. “That’s okay. You won’t need a lot of training for one night anyway.”

One night? Was that all he was going to get? Well, if that was the case, he was going to live it up! “May I make a request?”

“Sure,” Yasmine said with a wave of her hand. “But I won’t take it if I don’t like it,” she whispered in his ear.

“Of course not,” he replied. “I have always been fascinated with zippers, the kind with clothes pins. Could we try that?”

“On you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Sure.” She turned to her roommate. “Do you have clothes pins and rope?”

“Of course,” the other woman replied and she wandered off to one of the bedrooms. While she was gone, Yasmine dropped her skirt and panties so she was naked. She walked over to stand right in front of Zavier and she used a finger to lift his head to look up at her eyes.

“You’re amazingly compliant.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured.

“So, you will get what you requested, provided that you give us what we desire first.”

“Of course, Ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Make me scream and yell,” Yasmine said with a wink.

Zavier blinked, trying to figure out how to make that happen. An orgasm would be good. He could lick her to orgasm, he was sure of it. “May I lick you,” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. She sat down on the couch and he crawled over to position himself in front of her. He nuzzled between her legs and inhaled the sweet smell of her. She was completely shaved and he slipped his tongue along her slit. When he reached her clit, she groaned softly at first. As he placed his lips over her clit and sucked gently, she began to yell. “Oh god!” erupted from her lips. He licked more and sucked gently and she writhed beneath him, screaming and yelling. “Oh god yeah, suck me, oh god.”

He slipped one finger into her pussy and then another one, hooking them up to press at her sweet spot. Her hips began to really move beneath his mouth and then he could tell that she was about to orgasm. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, her yelling got louder and less coherent, and her hips were thrusting faster and harder than ever.

When the orgasm washed over her, she became completely incoherent, yelling and rocking against him. He tried to hang on and keep his mouth over her clit and his fingers in her pussy but eventually she knocked him off.

“One down,” Yasmine said with a smile. “I got what I wanted. Now you better make sure she gets what she wants,” Yasmine said, nodding to her roommate.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He turned to the other woman and saw that her eyes were a blue that absolutely could not be natural. She must be wearing color changing contacts. “What can I do for you, Ma’am?” he asked. He lowered his eyes respectfully.

“Lick my ass,” she said with a confident voice. “Then fuck it.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” Zavier replied, a little breathless. He had never licked a woman’s ass before but he noticed his cock was twitching at the thought of it.

She got onto her knees on the couch so that her ass was up in the air and he got on his knees on the floor. He was tall enough that he could reach fine. He tentatively stuck his tongue out and made contact with her puckered ass hole. She tasted surprisingly sweet. He pressed into her gently with his tongue and she moaned. Her moan spurred him on to push deeper. Then he circled the little brown star with his tongue and sucked gently. She seemed to react more to the licking so he resumed that. After several minutes of him burying his tongue in her ass, she stopped him. “Fuck me.” It was all she needed to say. As he stood, his cock stood at attention with him. He added more spit to her ass and to his cock and slid between her ass cheeks. Pressing gently on her opening, the head of his cock slipped into her. He knew that it was always better to take anal slowly but this woman seemed to be no stranger to anal. He was desperate to be moving inside her, but his knees were weak from just the initial entry. He locked his knees and pushed deeper into her.

She moaned louder than before and he grunted as he felt her squeeze his cock. He began to fuck her, slowly at first, but as she moaned louder he moved faster. When she thrust back against him on one of his thrusts forward, he lost it and began to fuck her in earnest. He was hoping that he was going to earn the zipper he wanted but he was too lost in the moment to even care. This woman wanted him to fuck her in the ass and he wasn’t going to be shy about it. He could hear his balls smacking off of her skin as he fucked her quick and hard. She was panting and moaning and yelling. It was hot as hell and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

“Ma’am, may I cum in your ass?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped out and he lost it. There was no self control left and he had been so close to orgasm as it was that he came immediately. He slowed his pace but managed a few more thrusts into her before he was unable to stand upright anymore. He collapsed against her and she pressed further into the couch as his cock shrank out of her.

The moment he was able, he pulled off of her and sat down heavily on the couch. “Thank you,” he said to both the women.

“You’re welcome, Yasmine answered. It was clear she was still in charge. When he looked up at her, he realized that she had been masturbating. He wasn’t sure if it was just the act that had gotten her going or if it was the fact that he had been making her roommate yell. Either way, she was clearly turned on. “That was hot,” she said, unnecessarily. Zavier didn’t know how to respond so he lowered his gaze and blushed. “Now you can have your wish,” Yasmine said.

“Get on your knees,” the other woman told him and he complied immediately. “Close your eyes.” He closed his eyes and listened intently as the women moved around the room. Then he felt the first pinch. It didn’t hurt as bad as he thought it would. The rope tickled a little as it dangled from the clothes pin that had been stuck to his stomach. A hand pinched some of his flesh a few inches from the first pin. He felt the sharp pinch of another pin. The women moved across his stomach and up to his chest. Both of his nipples were pinned and then the pins moved down to his side and onto his hip. He felt like they must be running out of areas fleshy enough to pinch when he felt one go on softening cock. He groaned but didn’t protest. A second one went on his cock and then two on his balls. He was whimpering now and wondering when the pinches would stop. One more went on each of his inner thighs and then he was told to open his eyes.

“How does that feel?” Yasmine asked.

“It hurts,” he said.

“In a good way?” the other woman asked hopefully.

“Yes,” he gasped out but he wasn’t entirely sure it was good.

“Are you ready for me to pull them?” Yasmine was standing in front of him with the end of the rope in her hand. When she tugged on the rope, it would pull the clothes pins off and he knew it would be painful. From what he understood, there would be the pain of the clothes pin snapping off and there would be the pain of blood rushing back to the area that had been pinched off. He was apprehensive, particularly with their placement, but he also noticed that the pins on his cock were getting more uncomfortable as he began to harden again. It was too soon for him to get really hard but it had been long enough that he was getting semi-hard at least.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, even though he wasn’t sure he was. There was no backing out now.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Yasmine asked her friend.

“Let’s do it together.”

“Excellent idea.” The two women took hold of the rope together and counted. “One,” pause. Tension. “Two,” pause. Zavier sucked in air. “Three.” The ripping of the cord was as terrible and as great as he had imagined. The pins didn’t come off in one smooth motion. Some of them had be pulled harder or at a different angle. The ones coming off of his balls hurt the worst but his nipples were pretty bad. By the time they got to the ones on his stomach he was practically numb to the pain. “What did you think?” Yasmine asked.

“It was great. Let’s do it again.”

Yasmine smiled and the other woman laughed. “By the way, I don’t think we really met.”

“No, not really. All I know is you’re beautiful and you’re Yasmine’s roommate.”

She extended her hand to him to shake in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Adalene.”


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Y is for… #AtoZChallenge

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The guy approaching her from across the room was hot. He was really hot. Yasmine Yelton had to mentally check to make sure her jaw wasn’t gaping open. Nope, she wasn’t staring at him slack jawed. She was actually smiling. Wow! And he was walking toward her. Woah! She smoothed down her miniskirt, mostly for something to do with her hands. Then she reached for her drink. It was empty. Shit.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as he approached.

“Oh, sure,” she smiled. He motioned to the bartender who practically snapped to attention. That was interesting. Why did he have so much power over the bartender? Typically it was the hottest women who received the most attention.

“I’d like to buy a drink for the lady,” he said and the bartender asked if she would like another Sex on the Beach.

“Yes, please,” she said almost too quietly to be heard but the nod was enough to give him the message. She cleared her throat subtly. “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

“But you didn’t get a drink for yourself,” she noted.

“I might get one later. I’m good for now,” he said. He paid cash for her drink when it came instead of starting a tab. The tip he left on the bar was generous. She raised one eyebrow at him.

“It seems like you have an agenda,” she said. Despite her initial shock at seeing such an amazing guy approaching her, she had gained confidence now. Maybe it was the Sex on the Beach talking. Maybe it was just her new personality. Yasmine had recently gotten out of an oppressive relationship and she was trying out being different. Sometimes she had to tell the little scared voice in her head to shut up, but she was enjoying life a lot more now that she felt she was free to speak her mind and do whatever she wanted.

“Possibly,” he conceded and he watched her take a long sip of her drink.

She slid off the bar stool and stood next to him. He was tall, but sitting on the stool next to her, she could put her mouth right next to his ear. The bar wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough to mask what she was going to say. “And what might you have in mind?”

She could see the muscles in his face contract in a smile at her words. “Bold, are you?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said in a tone that could either be serious and honest or humorous and deceptive.

He slid off the stool and slipped one hand around her waist. He pulled her to him and looked down at her. He lowered his face so that his lips were brushing against her ear, “I would like to take you out to my car, press you up against the back of it, lift that short little skirt, and fuck the shit out of you.” She knew that a furious blush was blooming on her face but she didn’t care.

She swallowed hard. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to finish your drink,” he said, pulling back and making eye contact with her. His gaze was serious and firm and she felt the blush deepen. She picked up the glass and tossed the rest of it back.

“Let’s go,” she said and she took his hand. He took the lead then and guided her out of the bar to the parking lot. He had parked in a dark corner of the lot. “So, listen,” she started and he slowed down. She could tell by his posture that he was expecting her to back out. “I love this car idea, but there’s one tiny problem.”

“What’s that?” he asked gently.

“I like to yell when I get fucked.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said. “We could go somewhere else.”

“That might be a good idea.”

“Yes, it might be a good idea,” he agreed. “Let’s go,” he said and he unlocked the car. He opened the passenger door for her and she got in. He went around to his side and they were on the road. He didn’t say anything about where they were going. He didn’t ask her any questions. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she was confident that it was something she wanted to do. Hell, she is the one who mentioned it would be a problem. She just knew that if she couldn’t yell during sex, she would get very little out of it and then what would be the point? She wanted to have fun!

He pulled into a deserted lot five minutes later.

“This should be good,” he murmured more to himself than to her. She didn’t reply but when the car stopped, she got out.

He came around the car and took her into his arms. He didn’t kiss her mouth, but he nibbled on her shoulder and her exposed breast. She moaned loudly as he bit into her flesh and he bit harder. She began to yell, but it was a cross between a moan and a scream. He clearly was taking it as encouragement because he popped one of her breasts from her shirt and began to bite it. He bit all around the nipple and then the nipple itself. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement. She was definitely ready to be fucked. When he moved to the other breast, she thought she was going to lose it. She was really yelling now and he was getting more into it himself, it seemed.

She reached for his cock and it was definitely hard in his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and was able to slip his cock out. He was huge. Even with some of his length wasted inside his pants and boxers, he was large. She stroked him gently and he moaned against her breast. “Oh yeah,” he said, letting her nipple go. He slid one hand up her skirt and pulled her thong to the side. One finger went inside her pussy, then the other one. She was leaking her juices down her leg. “You are so ready,” he groaned.

“Fuck me,” she said in tone that felt too loud for the bedroom, but since they weren’t in a bedroom, it was okay.

He didn’t respond, but he turned her around and pressed her against the car. She was leaning against the side of the car and he was standing behind her. He was able to pull her thong to the side and his cock pressed inside her. Her yell was more of a moan than a yell when he buried himself in her and she bucked back against him.

“Oh yeah,” she yelled. “Fuck me!” And he did. He was moving quickly within her and she wondered how long he could last at this pace. She screamed and yelled. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking amazing. Fuck me! Oh fuck my sweet pussy. That’s it, yeah. You are amazing. Stick that cock in me.” She went on and on at the top of her lungs. She was really letting loose and it felt amazing.

When he orgasmed, he slowed his pace slightly and then gradually decreased until he stopped moving all together. He was suddenly heavy against her until he moved back and away from her.

“That was great,” she said.

“It was,” he said. He tucked his cock away really quickly and suddenly he was dressed.

Catching the speed at which he was putting himself back together, she did the same. His cum was literally dripping from her pussy when she sat back in his car. He brought her back to the bar where he had picked her up. She looked at him questioningly when he pulled up but didn’t park. “Can I see you again?” she asked.

“No, but thanks. That was great.” Her eyebrows got very close together and she tried to make sense of what he was saying. He enjoyed himself but he didn’t want to see her again? Why? “It’s not you, it’s me. I mean that literally. I really like sex with strangers. Once I got to you know, I’d lose interest. It’s better to end on a high note.”

“I see.” But she didn’t see.

“I’m sorry, I really am. You’re great. You’ll meet someone.”

“Sure,” she said. She wasn’t upset, actually. She had had a great time with him. It had been a wonderful release. It would have been nice if it had led to further things but it certainly wasn’t required. “Thank you for a great evening.” Her smile and wave were genuine and she hoped that he knew she truly had enjoyed their time together and there were no hard feelings. After all, there had been no agreement that it was going to be a last relationship. Quite the contrary, actually.

She turned to go back into the bar she had left and nearly ran into the bartender.

“Woah!” she said. “Sorry.”

“No, my fault,” he said.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“It’s cool, no worries,” he said. Then he paused and it looked like he was trying to place her. “Weren’t you just in here?” he asked, gesturing to the bar behind him.

“Yeah, not too long ago.”

“Like half an hour ago.”

“Yeah,” she said and she knew she was blushing.

“Where did you go?”

“Umm,” she didn’t know what to say. She really didn’t have to answer this guy’s questions but she felt like she should. She didn’t know where that feeling was coming from.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that was very forward of me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay, I just, I don’t know how to answer.”

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking a step toward her. He was clearly holding himself back so as not to spook her but the concern was written all over his face.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. She was still reeling from the encounter with the stranger. It had been fun and fulfilling but the end had been jarring. It just was unexpected.

“Do you want to get a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be great,” she said. He asked if she knew of the diner he liked to go to after work and she did. He suggested she follow him over there and she let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t known she was holding.

She followed him to the diner and parked next to him. They got out of their cars, went into the diner, and were seated immediately. He had secured them a booth at the back of the diner where they would have privacy.

“Come here often?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Yes,” he answered honestly. “It’s my favorite place to come for breakfast. I didn’t have to work the closing shift tonight so I’m early.” The bar had two bartenders on duty until 1 when things started to slow down. Then the second person could leave as long as it wasn’t still really busy.

“What do you recommend?” she asked. “I’m starving.” He pointed to the Manager’s Special which came with every breakfast food one could imagine but was still low priced.

When the waitress approached, she ordered what he had suggested. He doubled the order and the waitress moved off. She sat on the bench seat and squirmed uncomfortably. The stranger’s cum was still dripping out of her and it had completely soaked her panties. She was afraid she was going to leave a wet spot on the bench. How embarrassing would that be?

“I need to freshen up,” she said with a wink and took herself off to the bathroom. She surreptitiously looked at the seat and saw that the giant wet spot in her mind was thankfully only in her imagination. She cleaned herself up the best she could with the cheap diner toilet paper and made her way back to the table.

She smoothed her skirt down as she sat next to him.

“Hi,” she said with an awkward look. “I don’t think I even know your name.” She had to ask. She couldn’t go through another encounter like the one she had already had.

“I’m Zavier,” he said.

“Yasmine,” she replied and they shook hands across the table. They made small talk about the bar and how often she went there. It turned out that Zavier had a degree in Zoology but jobs were scarce so he had taken up bar tending. The job had stuck and he had basically made a career of it.

They talked for a while and then their food came and they talked some more. She avoided the conversation about where she had gone when he had seen her in the parking lot. He didn’t press the issue.

“So,” he said when there was a lull in the conversation.

“So,” she repeated and pushed her plate back. She had only finished half of the food in front of her.

“I…” he let his voice trail off.

“You what?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he blushed.

She cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“I like you,” he said.

“You do?” she looked surprised.

“I do,” he confirmed.

“So, is that a problem?” she asked. What an unexpected turn of events.

“I don’t know, is it?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.” She smiled.

“Well that’s good. I don’t think so either. Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked.

“Let’s do it.”


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His name was Xander Xenakis. He had purposefully not told his name to the woman he was currently kissing. He would have preferred that he didn’t even know her name, but she had told him right away so there was nothing he could do about it now. At least he didn’t know what her late name was. If she had volunteered her last name, he might have had to end things before they even began and that would be a shame since she was cute. She was really cute, actually. The thing was, Xander had a significant predilection for strangers. The official term for it was “xenophilia,” but he chose to just think of it as he enjoyed sex with strangers. Unfortunately, he seemed to have lost the ability to get hard for women he knew. Sometimes that fact bothered him, but most of the time, he had no trouble satisfying his cravings for women in local bars. Occasionally he wanted someone to come home to, but he enjoyed being a bachelor and he never, ever brought girls home.

At that moment, he was kissing a woman he had just met at the bar. Her friend had left and he suspected he could get her to take him home, or at least go to a hotel with him. When he pulled back from the kiss, they were both panting heavily. He was really turned on and he really wanted to fuck her. They had already danced for a few songs and he really didn’t want to suggest they dance more. He was tired of dancing. He was spared his dilemma when she opened her mouth.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Hell yes! He wanted to shout. But instead he said, “Yeah, sure,” and shrugged like it was no big deal.

She checked out her tab and he tried to pay for it, but she brushed him off. He would have bought her a drink, but that would require staying at the bar longer than he’d like. She seemed more interested in leaving than he was anyway.

They walked out of the bar and he said “I have my car in the lot.”

“Me too,” she said.

Damn. “Where do you want to go?”

“My place?” she asked.

“Sure.” She gave him the address and he put it in his phone’s GPS in case he wasn’t able to follow her through the crowded streets.

Within twenty minutes, he was pulling up in front of her house. He had lost her a few times but had always managed to catch up so he was pulling in right behind her. She pulled into a driveway and he parked on the street nearby. He got out quickly and was up the driveway before she was even out of her car. “Come in,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks,” he said. He was surprised she hadn’t pressed him about his name. She had asked a couple times but he had been specific about the fact that not sharing his name had been intentional.

“Can I get you something to drink? Water? Wine? Coffee?”

“Wine?” he asked.

“Red or white?”

“White,” he said and she disappeared into the kitchen. He could hear her moving around and eventually pouring wine into glasses. She brought the two glasses into the living room where she had left him and he took a sip. “Excellent wine,” he said. They talked about the wine she had chosen and he could see the surprise on her face that he knew what he was talking about. “My mom raised me to drink wine and she knew what she was doing,” he explained and then gave himself a mental headslap. This was why he liked meeting women in bars. No real chance to talk. If he revealed too much about himself, he would lose interest. It was moments like these that he cursed his body and his libido.

“So, I have something to ask you,” she said, suddenly getting very serious.

“Okay?” he asked hesitantly. This was where she told him something stupid like she could only sleep with him if he would marry her.

“I have this thing. I guess you could call it a fetish.” That piqued my interest.

“Oh?” She didn’t elaborate right away so he prompted her, “What is it?”

“I like to wrestle.”

“Wrestle?” His tone was neither positive nor negative. Neutral. He was surprised. It didn’t seem like her personality fit that, not that he knew her that well. But he had certainly heard of much more odd fetishes. Many more odd and more disgusting, so wrestling really wasn’t that bad.

“Yeah, wrestling. Naked wrestling.”

“Huh,” he said, mulling it over. That could work. It certainly wasn’t a problem for him. “That sounds like it could be fun?”

The look on her face was what he would have expected to see if he had told her he was giving her a million dollars. “Really?!”

“Really,” he confirmed.

“Wow,” she said. He didn’t know why she was so surprised. The whole evening had been unexpected though, so that could explain it. “Want to see my bedroom?” she asked, taking a large swig of the sweet wine.

“Yes,” he said with confidence.

She stood and extended a hand for him to take. He took it and she led him to the bedroom. He noticed that her house was very clean for someone not expecting company. Though, with no pets and no kids, it was easy to keep a place clean. She must like to vacuum or dust or something. The bedroom fit the same mold as the rest of the house. Her bed was neatly made, there was a lot of empty floor space.

“This is a nice place,” he told her. “You do a nice job with it.”

“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile. “It isn’t huge, but it’s mine and I’m happy to take care of it.”

“It shows,” he said.

“Thanks.” She was bending over in front of him now and he could see her nice round ass through the jeans covering it. There were no panty lines so he wondered if she was wearing a thong or going commando. He desperately wanted to find out. He had been so engrossed in examining her lack of panty lines that he didn’t realize she was pulling a large mat out from under the bed. It must have been practically the size of the king bed it had been on top of, at least it was when it was all folded out.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s huge.”

“Yeah,” a light blush was creeping up her neck. “I’m really into it,” she admitted and the color in her cheeks deepened.

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said and she smiled shyly now. It was amazing how quickly her emotions seemed to get hold of her.

“No?” she asked, hesitantly.

He slowly shook his head at her as he approached. She stood immobilized in his gaze until he swiped her off her feet and gently slammed her against the mat on the floor. A delightful little sound escaped her throat as he felt his body against hers. She surprised him by flipping him onto his back. Even though she obviously had invested herself into this wrestling thing, he was so much bigger than her, he figured she’d be easy to overtake. Apparently that would make him wrong.

When he was flat on his back, she straddled him. If they had been naked, her pussy would have been right over his cock. It was his turn to moan. She sat back on her heels so she could take her shirt off. She flipped it over her head and tossed it aside. He reached up and helped her with her bra. Then he pulled her down so they were kissing. With his tongue stuck down her throat, he flipped back to he was in the position of power. “Oh god,” she panted, breaking their kiss.

He took his shirt off this time and he realized she was unbuttoning his pants. He would have to stand up to get them off though. He did, releasing her from his grip and they both shed the remainder of their clothes, tossing them aside. As she tossed her clothes to the side, she turned her back to him. Big mistake. He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, gripping tightly so she was pinned to his chest. Her soft skin pressed against the hair on his chest. She broke his grip too easily and he was yet again surprised by her skill. It was very unexpected. “Did you wrestle as a child?” he asked as they faced off. He mentally slapped himself for asking a personal question. It was his number one rule and he kept breaking it!

“My brother did,” she said.

“Ah,” he replied. That made sense. “You’re a good wrestler,” he quipped as he took her down, driving his head into her stomach. He knew he was being too rough but she didn’t seem like she needed him to baby her.

She let out a grunt of air when he made impact but she didn’t protest his aggressiveness. She wrapped her arms around him and managed to slip out of his hold yet again. She was slippery, especially now that she was naked. He had been a wrestler for a while in his youth so he knew some of what he was doing. It had been a long time though and he was definitely out of practice. Then his focus began to shift. Instead of focusing on pinning her, he should focus on touching her. How could he maximize their contact? He shifted his hands down between her thighs. He had just managed to get one right up against her pubic mound and she flipped him onto his back. His breath was forced out of him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of him. This time she was naked and when she straddled him, he could feel her warm wetness on his cock. He gripped her hips hard, trying to keep her there. “I win,” she murmured.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s a draw,” he whispered in her hear as he flipped her onto her back on the wrestling mat and thrust his cock inside her. Her eyes widened as his girth stretched her pussy walls. She groaned.

“Okay, maybe,” she conceded.

He grinned at her and he began to pound into her. She moaned and grunted and thrust with him. He was again taken by surprise when she flipped him onto his back. She managed to do so without his cock slipping out of her. It was like magic! How the hell had she done that?

She was riding him now and he let her. He gripped her wrists with his hands and let her fuck him. She bucked against him until they found their rhythm. He let go of one of her wrists and pressed his thumb against her clit. He began to rub gently and then more frantically as he felt his own orgasm building. He knew that it would not be long. It wouldn’t be long at all. He grunted as he felt the first wave of his orgasm. The cum built up in balls shot up his shaft and into her waiting pussy. She grunted when she felt it and nearly collapsed on top of him. Then he realized that she was spasming around him and he moved his thumb against her clit more forcefully until she pushed his hand away. Her attempts to push him away were feeble at best but he didn’t resist.

He gently stroked her back as she lay on top of him until he was soft enough that he slipped out of her pussy. He knew they would be making a mess of her wrestling mat, but since he was going to leave any minute now, it was irrelevant to him. He almost felt bad that he was going to leave her. Almost.

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Xander woke up in his own bed hours later, alone. He took a deep breath and listened to the quiet of his bedroom. It was nice to be alone and to be enveloped in the silence that surrounded him. He rolled over and stretched out on his bed. He would have to get up soon but he just didn’t want to. He thought he might try to go out and meet someone that night, but for now, it was nice to just lay in the quiet.

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At 8pm, Xander got up off the couch. He had spent a very lazy day at home but now it was time to go out. Going out wasn’t really mandatory but he had had a great one night stand with Wendy the night before and he was having trouble getting her out of his mind. He knew that he already knew more about her than he intended to and he didn’t want to fall into the trap of thinking he could have a relationship with her. He knew that he couldn’t. He knew that it just didn’t work for him and he was saving her a lot of heartache to just stay away from that point on. But in order for him to get her out of his head, he needed some more good no strings attached sex.

He went to a different bar than the night before and he knew it was early. He was tired, though, and he didn’t want to be out too late. He just needed someone to fuck and then he could get home. He was actually thinking it would be good to have a good back alley kind of fuck rather than a whole session like what he had with Wendy.

When he walked into the bar, he saw her. He knew she was the one he was going to take out to his car and fuck hard. She was perfect. She was wearing a miniskirt and a low cut top. He could pop her breasts right out of that top and, if she was wearing panties, he could easily get her out of them. And those shoes… those shoes would make her just the right height to bend her over the trunk of his car and fuck. Yep, she was the one and she was smiling at him.


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Wendy Wyre arrived at the bar fifteen minutes before Vivian. She knew that her friend would likely be late as she hadn’t been intending to go out in the first place and Wendy had suggested it at the last minute. She had been friends with Vivian for a long time and had received a text from her earlier that it was on! She and her husband had been planning to have a threesome with someone for a while, but Vivian was nervous about it. Apparently the stars had aligned and she had managed to make it happen. Wendy wanted all the sordid details, or at least as many as Vivian was willing to share. And what better place to tell the details than a crowded bar? It would likely be loud enough that they wouldn’t be overheard particularly and maybe Wendy would get to pick up a guy.

The one thing in the world Wendy loved the most was wrestling. Not just any kind of wrestling either but wrestling nude. She loved the feeling of her naked body being held down by a guy. She equally liked being the one doing the holding. It was often viewed as a strange preference and something most guys didn’t really understand, in her experience. It was also nerve wracking to bring it up to someone and see how they felt about it. But it was a risk she was willing to take to find a good person to fool around with. It was satisfying to find someone willing. She just hadn’t found anyone who was willing to do it and stick around with her.

Being single didn’t bother her though. It gave her the freedom to do what (or who) she wanted whenever she wanted. There seemed to be a plethora of guys willing to have one night stands or short flings, anyway. She had even attempted to get involved in the online dating scene, but it hadn’t really clicked for her. So instead she hung around bars and picked up guys. It worked often enough to be worthwhile. She couldn’t always go to the same bar or she would eventually run out of guys but she frequented enough local bars to know many of the bartenders and she received good service. When she sidled up to the bar at Joe’s Tavern, the bartender was there almost instantly.

“What can I get for you? Wendy, right?” He remembered!

“Yes, Wendy.” She looked over his shoulder at what was on draft and ordered a Cider. He brought it over within seconds. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem, would you like a menu?”

“No thanks,” she said and he smiled and wandered off to attend to his other customers.

She didn’t have to wait too long before Vivian walked into the bar. She looked hot. She was wearing a little black dress. Every woman should have a little black dress in her closet, or so her grandmother had always told her. Vivian’s dress fell to just above her knees. The skirt was flared out and the top was low cut. It had a halter top so her back would be bare if she turned around. Wendy took a mental inventor of her own attire. She was built similarly to Vivian but she had chosen to wear jeans. She wore heels like Vivian though, both of them adding a good three inches to their height. Wendy topped her jeans off with a light sweater that was low cut in the front to reveal her ample cleavage.

“Hey!” Vivian called practically in Wendy’s ear.

“Hey!” Wendy said back. Now that they were close together, they could talk more freely. There was a DJ in the next room but this room wasn’t too loud. “So, how was it?”

“It was good,” Vivian said, as though that was all she was going to say.

“That’s it!?”

“What?” Vivian asked blushing.

“I want details. Hot, sexy details.”

“Like what?” Vivian asked.

“Like, everything. Come on!” Wendy knew she was practically whining now but she really wanted to know how it went.

“I don’t know,” Vivian was blushing and looking down, refusing to make eye contact. She didn’t even realize that the bartender was standing there waiting for her to order something. “Oh!” she started when she realized that he was standing there.

“Can I get something for you?”

“Sure,” she said. “A margarita.”

“No problem,” he said and he wandered off to make her drink. Wendy noticed he wasn’t quite as quick with Vivian’s as he had been with hers, but Wendy’s had been a quick pour anyway.

“So…” Wendy prompted again. “You can’t leave me hanging like this, Viv, you have to tell me how it went.”

“It was good. It was hot. I enjoyed it.”

“No jealousy?”

“No, no jealousy. Not really.”

“Really?” Wendy was amazed. To have a threesome with her husband and his exgirlfriend sounded like it would be a disaster waiting to happen. Though, considering Wendy had never had a husband, maybe she just didn’t know what that would be like anyway.

“Really. I love Uri and Uri loves me.”

“Did he fuck her?” Wendy practically whispered the question.

“Yes,” Vivian replied, “and I licked his cum out of her pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Wendy could feel her pussy get slick with desire. She hadn’t expected the story to turn her on so much. She really had no particular reason to think that it would. She didn’t really have a thing for threesomes, not that she would turn one down.

A guy swung up onto the seat next to Wendy and her heart sank. She would never get Vivian to talk about her threesome now! This guy would ruin the whole conversation. She was grumpy about the stranger sitting next to her until she got a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Not handsome. Not attractive. Straight up gorgeous. She glanced at his finger–no ring. How was that even possible? She wondered. Seriously, this guy was amazing looking. Broad shoulders, muscles practically showing through his T-shirt. His jeans were snug but they weren’t skinny jeans. He was wearing cowboy boots. And his hair. Oh his hair. It made Wendy want to moan out loud as she ran her fingers through it, but she made a great effort not to.

“Hi,” he said when he caught her staring at him.

“Hi,” she replied.

He held out his hand to shake hers.

“I’m Wendy,” she replied with a shy smile. She was suddenly feeling very coy.

“Nice to meet you, Wendy, and you are…” his voice trailed off as he asked the implied question to Vivian.

“Vivian,” she said.

“Nice to meet you as well,” he said, but Wendy noticed that he had seen the wedding ring on Vivian’s finger and his attention had strayed back to Wendy pretty quickly. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” Wendy noticed that he hadn’t given his name. Was that odd?

“Not at all,” Wendy said quickly, even though he absolutely was interrupting. Wendy could feel Vivian’s gaze on the back of her neck. She knew that Vivian wouldn’t be annoyed if she got abandoned for this hottie, or at least, not too annoyed.

“Good,” he said, “I just saw you two pretty ladies sitting over here and I knew I would have to introduce myself.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” Wendy said sincerely.

“Me too,” he said. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I have barely touched mine,” Vivian said, though it wasn’t that obvious that he was talking to Vivian anyway.

“Sure,” said Wendy. “I could use a refresher.” She almost rolled her eyes at her own word choice. He signaled the bartender who came over quickly. “Are you a regular here?” she asked him.

“Regular enough,” he said. The bartender is a friend of mine.”

“Cool,” Wendy said. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

He nodded, thanked the bartender for bringing the drink over and then focused his attention back on Wendy. “What do you do, Wendy?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Wendy wasn’t used to someone taking such an interest in her so quickly.

“Well, I’m a writer.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. She noticed that again, he didn’t provide any information about his own profession. Was he doing that on purpose?

“Yeah, I like it.”

“Good, that’s important.” What was he trying to do? Make small talk? Get her interested? Wendy spent a lot of time letting guys pick her up in bars but she wasn’t entirely sure what this guy had in mind. He seemed like he was interested, but he also seemed like he wasn’t. It was quite the paradox. Maybe she should ask him to dance or something, she thought. But why hadn’t he?

Before she could finish musing about why he hadn’t asked her dance, he did. “Would you mind if I asked your friend to dance?” He directed the question to… Vivian. Whew! Wendy was relieved.

“Go for it,” she said with a smile. Wendy tried to read if it was a genuine smile or not. She honestly wasn’t totally sure, but she wasn’t about to contradict her friend.

“Thanks,” he said. “Would you care to dance?” he addressed Wendy this time.

“Sure,” she said.

“Great,” he said and he led her into the other room where the DJ was. She almost wanted to stay near the bar with Vivian but that wouldn’t make any sense since the DJ was in the next room over. The dance floor was pretty crowded but they had enough space to move. They were standing at least a foot apart at first but then he moved in closer to her. He was right up in her personal space but she realized he smelled nice and he wasn’t making her feel uncomfortable at all. When he placed a hand on her hip, a ripple of desire rushed over her skin. She desperately wanted to feel his body against hers and not with clothes in the way. Could she suggest that this quickly? She liked picking up guys but she didn’t think she had the nerve. Something about this guy was throwing her off. Maybe it was that he was so gorgeous, she couldn’t think straight.

The song ended and rolled right into another one. She looked to see if he was ready to move off the dance floor but instead, he moved closer to her. Or rather, he pulled her closer to him. They were practically grinding now, moving their hips in time with the music. The song was slow enough that they could move together and she found herself lost in his warm body.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you in the back and fuck you right here?” he asked.

“What?!” she asked, unsure of whether she heard correctly or not.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you in the back for tour?” he said and she knew that she had heard him right the first time. She guessed he was trying to play it off like he hadn’t just asked that question.

“Um,” she said. She didn’t know how to respond. Did she want to go in the back and fuck him? Hell yeah! But in reality, was that really a wise thing?

“Maybe,” she said with a wink. There, let him figure out what that meant. Inside she grinned at her own cunning.

He laughed and his laugh was deep and warm. The sound washed over her like a warm blanket. He pulled her to him and he kissed her then and the whole world spun around her. They were standing still on the dance floor, or as still as the jostling crowd would allow. Their tongues tangled in her mouth. His hands wrapped around her waist. Her hands moved slowly up his back, holding their bodies together.

When their kiss ended, she looked up at him in stunned silence. How could they follow that amazing kiss? Was it that amazing for him, even? He loosened his grip on her and moved slightly to the music. He seemed almost a little bit off kilter, but not as much as she was.

“Want to go back to the bar?” he said in her ear. She nodded and he wrapped one arm around her waist and guided her off the dance floor and into the other room.

She resumed her bar stool next to Vivian when he let her go near the bar. “Hi,” Vivian said, “I wasn’t sure you’d be coming back,” she winked.

“Of course I came back,” Wendy said. “I wouldn’t just leave you here like that.”

Wendy knew that the guy was listening to her every word. The guy, wait, what was his name again?

“I know,” Vivian said. “If you disappeared without saying goodbye, I’d have to go looking for you.” Wendy laughed almost uncomfortably. She knew that she had been pretty close to doing just that and she felt like an awful friend. It wasn’t meant that way, she just had been really caught up in the moment.

“I’m glad you’re such a good friend, Viv,” Wendy said, placing one hand on her friend’s arm.

Vivian reached around and gave her a hug. “Why don’t you and the hunk over there get out of here. It’s obvious he wants you badly.”

Wendy pulled back and looked at her friend. Was she serious? Her expression said she was. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Vivian remarked.

“You’re just trying to get out of sharing all the juicy details about your sexcapades with me,” Wendy teased.

“No,” Vivian denied the accusation, but both women knew that it was at least partially true.

“You aren’t off the hook, you know,” Wendy said.

“I know,” Vivian said. “I’ll fill you in later. I promise.”

“Good,” Wendy said. “I can’t wait to hear, but first I um…” she cocked her head in the guy’s direction with a grin.

“Yeah, you have an extensive to-do list to get done first,” Vivian teased.

“There’s just one thing on that list at the moment,” Wendy winked. She was talking quietly and trying not to let the guy overhear her. Damn, what was his name? Had he even told her?

“Okay, well I’m going to take off,” Vivian said, leaning back away from her friend. “You two have fun. Call me tomorrow, Wendy.”

“Will do,” Wendy called back. She watched her friend leave the bar and then she sat looking at the mystery guy who was her new friend. Or new something. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he said, even though they had already said hello.

“Remind me, what was your name again?” Wendy asked.

“I never told you my name,” he said and he grinned down at her before covering her mouth with his in another earth shattering kiss.


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Okay, so, a little late. Okay, a lot late. Almost a month late. But I’m not giving up! I want to finish the story! So, here, in its unedited glory is V!


Vivian Vasil jumped when the doorbell chimed. She was naked, standing in her living room, and her husband Uri Urgast was just about to finger her. But instead, they were interrupted by the doorbell. Oh shit, the doorbell! Thora!

Vivian’s heart started pounding and her hands suddenly were wet with cold perspiration. Why was she so nervous!? She wiped them on her thighs but since she had no clothes on, it didn’t really do any good. “Who’s opening the door?” she hissed.

“You are,” he replied in a whisper.

“I thought you were!” she argued.

“Fine,” he said, “I will.”

She watched as he went to the door and looked through the peephole. It must have been her because he opened the door then and stood back. He was half hiding behind it as he opened the door. Disappointing.

“Hi!” Thora said as she entered the room. She was good enough friends with them that she didn’t need an invitation to come into the room.

“Hi,” Vivian said. She was standing in the middle of the living room, completely naked, trying not to look awkward but feeling terribly awkward nonetheless.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Thora replied. She looked Vivian up and down in a way she had never done before. Then she turned her attention to Uri. Vivian watched with interest as she watched her best friend take in her husband’s nude body. Some guys she had known fit the saying “a grower not a shower” but not Uri. Even soft, Uri looked huge and when he was hard, he was the largest guy she had ever seen. She had always imagined it would be fun to watch another woman’s eyes go wide when she saw how big Uri was and in reality it was as good as she imagined it would be. In fact, it was exactly what she had expected. Thora’s eyes went wide and one eyebrow raised. Her chest rose and fell faster than it had when she first came in.

“Like what you see?” she asked and Thora turned her attention to Vivian. Vivian knew that Thora had seen everything Uri had to offer but it had been a long time.

“Yes,” she said and Thora walked toward Vivian. When the two women were standing in front of each other, Thora put her hands on Vivian’s hips and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Even though they had been friends for a long time, this was their first kiss. Vivian’s hands immediately went sweaty again and she tried wiping them on her sides. She wrapped her arms around the other woman and kissed back. Thora opened her mouth for Vivian’s tongue. They were in perfect sync, their bodies as one. Thora pushed herself against Vivian and Vivian felt her friend’s soft clothes against her skin.

The two women were oblivious to Uri, who was watching intently as they kissed. Vivian was reveling in the feel of a woman wrapped in her arms. Thora was a little shorter than Vivan but they were close enough in height to be well matched. Thora stopped their kiss and both women pulled back, panting.

“I think you’re overdressed,” Vivian murmured.

“I agree,” Thora replied and she quickly stripped out of her clothes and tossed them on the floor. Vivian immediately drew Thora back into her arms. It felt great to have the skin to skin contact they were missing before. Although Vivian thought she had been turned on before, now she felt like she was going to go insane. She had a strong desire to grind her pussy up against Thora’s, but she wasn’t really sure how Thora would feel about it so she held herself back.

“I want you so bad,” Vivian groaned.

“Me too,” Thora moaned back. Uri came up behind them then and broke the spell. Vivian blushed realizing she had forgotten her husband was even in the room. Whoops!

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. His cock was standing proudly at attention. He was making no attempt to conceal it, but being naked, it would have been an irrelevant attempt.

“Sure,” Thora said, though she didn’t seem to care where they were. She was totally focused on Vivian. Thora’s attention relieved some of Vivian’s anxiety. She had been very concerned with the fact that Thora had once dated Uri. She had seriously questioned the advisability of going through with such a plan with an ex-girlfriend of Uri’s, but since they had tried so many other avenues to no avail, she had agreed to go ahead with it. But even with the warning bells clanging in her head, her body had reacted to the mere possibility of the women being together and so Vivian had gone against her better judgment in pursuing Thora. So far, though, things were going very well for Vivian and she wasn’t worried at all.

The three of them went into the bedroom, Vivian guiding Thora by walking backward. Thora keeping her eyes trained on Vivian. What was so hot about this? Vivian couldn’t even figure out what it was. Hell, there weren’t even any vibrators involved yet. That’s what she really had her heart set on.

Uri was well aware of his wife’s preference and he demonstrated his support by getting the vibrator from the bedside table immediately upon entering the room. It was a vibrator that plugged into the wall. The cord could be annoying but then again, there was no risk of the battery running out. Pros and cons, as with all things.

Thora took the vibrator that was offered to her and she crawled onto the bed after Vivian. Vivian was laying back with her head on the pillows and her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened in the soft lights Uri had put on when he entered the room. Thora positioned herself between Vivian’s legs and pressed the vibrator against the other woman’s pussy. Vivian’s whole body spasmed with pleasure. “Oh god,” she groaned. Her eyes closed of their own volition and she sank deeper into the bed. Vivian’s whole body was relaxed now as the vibrations coursed through her.

Initially, Thora pressed the vibrator just at the opening of Vivian’s pussy. Then she alternated between slipping it deep inside and sliding it up to pulse on Vivian’s clit. She would even pull the other woman’s pussy lips apart enough that the vibrator would rest right on the small pink nub.

Vivian thought she would lose her mind. Every time she got close to orgasm, Thora would move the damn vibrator. Her whole body felt like it was being torn in two. She couldn’t actually decide if she wanted the orgasm to rock her body and leave her limp on the bed or if she wanted the vibrations to keep coursing through her without end.

On one of the transitions between the vibrator being in her pussy and being on her clit, Vivian opened her eyes and was surprised by what she saw. While she had been wrapped up in her own world with Thora, Uri had been busy. She saw that Thora had positioned herself on the bed with her ass in the air and Uri had positioned himself behind her. It appeared that he was gently fitting his cock into Thora’s pussy. Or ass, maybe. Vivian couldn’t tell. She felt as though she should feel jealousy or anger or something, but she realized that she wasn’t bothered at all. In fact, as Uri positioned himself and began to thrust inside the other woman, the only emotion Vivian felt was desire. Hot, liquid desire as she watched her husband fuck the woman who was giving her pleasure.

Vivian groaned in appreciation as she watched the look on Thora’s face change as Uri entered Thora. Her face had been relaxed but anticipatory at first, but then her face closed off, her eyebrows getting closer together, her eyes squinting shut, her lips parting in a small gasp. When Uri had buried his length inside Thora, she dropped her head down and Vivian no long her a clear look of the other woman’s face. She turned her attention to Uri who had been looking down where his body joined Thora’s, but then he looked up and made eye contact with his wife. There was fire in his eyes. His gaze burned into her and he began to move inside Thora.

Thora moaned in time with his thrusts but it was clear that she was making a concerted effort to continue to please Vivian. Thora continued pleasing the other woman, sometimes teasing her and sometimes giving her just what she wanted. Vivian was bucking against the vibrator. Usually, she would close her eyes and concentrate on the feelings of the vibrator against her body, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Uri and Thora. It was hot to watch, even with the limited amount she could see.

“Oh god,” Thora groaned. “Oh please fuck me harder.” He didn’t respond verbally but Vivian could feel the bed rock faster as he obliged Thora’s request.

Vivian could tell he wasn’t going to last long. His whole body tensed and stilled inside Thora. He was quiet about his orgasm as he filled Thora was his seed. Thora nearly went limp, groaning as he came and pulsed inside her. Vivian could only imagine that Thora squeezed her pussy tight around him because he hissed between his teeth at something she couldn’t see and then sat back on his heels, his cock coming free of her pussy.

Vivian realized that she desperately wanted to taste the combination of the two other people she was sharing her bed with. “Uri,” she called, “can I clean you up?” Her voice was strained with the effort of keeping her voice steady despite the vibrations flowing through her.

“Yes,” he replied, though his verbal response wasn’t necessary. Even though he was moments post-orgasm, he was up and moving toward her. He positioned himself so that his cock was right at her face and she took him into her mouth. The combined tastes were impossible to describe but Vivian enjoyed it immensely. She could taste the familiar taste of her husband underneath the coating from Thora’s pussy. She was gentle with Uri’s soft cock, not wanting to get pushed off before she was ready.

He moaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut as she licked and gently sucked. “Do you want some more?” Thora asked, teasing.

“Sure,” Vivian said. The word tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it, though she recognized that it was true. She would be happy to suck her husband’s cum out of the other woman. Thora climbed on top of Vivian without disrupting the buzzing of the vibrator. She positioned her pussy right over Vivian’s face and Vivian had to move only inches to reach her tongue out and touch the pink softness above her. She licked tentatively at first and then with more earnest desire. Delicious!

She moaned softly and the vibrations must have been driving Thora nuts because she started bucking her hips. “Wait,” she said after a few minutes and she moved her hips so she was just out of Vivian’s reach. “I don’t want to cum,” she said.

Vivian was surprised by the statement. Why wouldn’t she want to cum? It made no sense to Vivian. All she wanted was an earth shaking orgasm which she knew was imminent.

“Okay,” she hissed, and Thora lowered her pussy back down. Vivian licked and she could taste Uri’s cum now dripping out of Vivian’s pussy. She lapped up what she could, swallowed, and went right back to it. She was careful to stay away from Thora’s clit so she wouldn’t make her cum.

Vivian knew that nothing was going to stop her orgasm though and she abandoned all pretense of licking Thora’s pussy as her orgasm overtook her. She felt it like a cresting wave. It built and built and then crashed over her. She collapsed totally on the bed, unable to do much of anything. The vibrator was still pressed to her clit but her legs were closed tight.

“You know, I can’t take the vibrations away if you don’t open your legs,” Thora chided teasingly. Both women knew there was only so much Thora could take of the vibrations before she would be ready to lose her mind.

With effort, she parted her legs and the vibrations stopped. Thora climbed off of her. “Can I make you cum?” Vivian asked Thora quietly. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so shy about it.

“No, but thank you.”

“Why not?”

“Because now I will spend the rest of the day tormented by the fact that I could have had an orgasm, maybe more than one, but I didn’t. Instead, I’m still slowly dripping Uri’s cum and I can still feel your tongue on me, but I am left wanting.”

“Oh,” Vivian said. She wasn’t really sure what to say.

Uri chimed in, “Thora loves to be tormented in all sorts of ways. Don’t worry, it’s nothing against you.” Uri and Thora shared a knowing smile that did bother Vivian just a bit.

“Okay,” she said, but she wasn’t really sure it was okay. It didn’t quite compute for her but she wasn’t about to rape the other woman so she would respect her wishes regardless.


Within an hour, Thora had cleaned herself up enough leave and Uri and Vivian were cuddled on the couch. Vivian’s phone chimed and she got up off the couch to check it. Wendy Wyre had texted her. Wendy knew that Vivian was doing something she was nervous about but she hadn’t given Wendy all the details.

Wendy: Hey. How’d it go?

Vivian: Great, I think.

Wendy: You think?

Vivian: Yeah, I’m still processing.

Wendy: Want to process over a drink?

Vivian: Yes!!!!

Wendy: Now?

Vivian: YES!!! Let me check with Uri.

“Hey, Uri,” she started, tentatively.

“Yeah?” he asked, focusing his attention away from the television to her.

“Wendy asked me to go out for a drink. Is that okay with you?” She didn’t really need his permission but she also didn’t want to leave and go out without talking to him about it first.

“Yeah, sure,” he said and before she was even out of the room, he had switched the television over to the sports channel. Vivian rolled her eyes and she went into the bedroom. Of course he was glad to be rid of her for a few hours. He enjoyed watching sports way more than she did and out of kindness, he rarely watched them when she was around. She sighed with relief and got ready to go out with Wendy.


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#AtoZChallenge Reflections

A-to-Z Reflection [2016]

If you have perused my blog, you know that I have never really blogged before now. But then my friends Jamie and Nicki suggested I check out this A to Z Blog Challege and, well, it was pretty awesome! I didn’t quite get there, unfortunately, since I didn’t have enough time in my hectic schedule to pre-write, ut the alphabet idea took hold of me and I already have ideas (plans even!) for next year.

My biggest hang up was the end of April got really busy. So in the beginning, I was ahead and even had time to edit. But the time I got toward the end, I was literally writing at high speed and posting without even giving it one read-through. (This was particularly difficult for my perfectionistic self!) In the end, I’m really glad I did it. I have a great draft to work with, and I am committed to finishing out the last 5 letters! So thanks to all my readers and commenters and my cheerleaders as I took this journey for the first time. I look forward to more!

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It’s a good thing we’re almost done because I keep falling more and more behind! Sorry! I hope you’re enjoying the story. I can’t wait to bring it full circle! Just a few more!

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Uri Urgast was excited. He could barely admit how excited he was. Unfortunately, his excitement had every potential of going the other way and he wouldn’t know for another 24 hours. He had told his friend Thora Tierse that he needed an answer by the end of the week, which was finally nearing an end. The week had felt like it had taken forever. He had regretted giving her several days to think things through. But, he supposed, if he had rushed her decision, she may have made the wrong decision for herself. As much as he wanted her to say yes, he wanted to make sure she didn’t make a mistake.

Uri and his wife, Vivian Vasil, wanted a 3some. They had been married for many years, even though she hadn’t taken his last name, but his wife was bi and feeling adventurous. For years, he had hidden his love of unicorns. No, not the mystical horned creatures, but the concept of a third in their marriage. A woman, specifically, who was bi. It would be the perfect fit for their relationship.

Unfortunately, Uri was one of many, many men looking for the same thing and when Vivian had first expressed a possible interest, he had no luck finding women online. It seemed that many couples were looking for the same thing and many bi women specifically wrote on their profiles that they did not want to be a “unicorn.” He understood then where the term had come from. Bi women interested in couples was a rare thing, a mystical thing even, like a unicorn. He had spent a few months of frustrating trying to find someone who would be interested but eventually he gave up. Vivian’s desire to find a woman had not been diminished though. She had looked online too, trolling various dating sites but she didn’t have any better luck than he did.

Finally, after many months, it dawned on him that maybe they were going about it the wrong way. Maybe instead of trying to find someone new, they needed to find someone they already knew. He wracked his brain trying to think of female friends who had ever expressed being bisexual. He thought and thought and came up with a few ideas. He had to be very careful though because he didn’t want to go about ruining any friendships. When his thoughts fell on Thora, he wasn’t sure how Vivian would react. Once upon a time, they had been a thing, he and Thora. Many years ago they had had a very short relationship. It was before he even knew Vivian but he wasn’t sure if it would make her feel insecure anyway. He approached Vivian about it carefully but all his worry had been for naught since she thought it was a great idea.

The next day, Uri had struck up a conversation with Thora through Facebook and they had agreed to meet for coffee. The first time he hung out with her, he didn’t say anything about their desire for a unicorn. He was upfront about being married. He had focused on Thora and what had been going on in her life since they had split up. He asked about her relationship status and was thrilled that she wasn’t in a serious relationship, but she was “seeing some people.” That was exactly what he was looking for. The only big question mark was how she felt about 3somes. He knew she had had a girlfriend even before their relationship, so that could be another stumbling block if her interest in girls had been just a phase. He hoped that it hadn’t been.

They hung out again a few times, sometimes alone, sometimes with Vivian. Often, nothing remotely sexual was even discussed. Then a few days ago, when they were alone, the right window opened and he asked her if she would be interested in sleeping with him and his wife. He had been hoping beyond hope that she would say yes and even more so hoping that she would be interested in being a stable part of their relationship. Tomorrow, he would get an answer. Just one more day.


When the phone rang, Uri’s heart jumped into his throat. He looked at the display of his cell phone and saw that it was Thora. He shouldn’t be as nervous as he was, really. It would be fine either way. But he knew that he was really just reassuring himself. He was definitely nervous. Super nervous. He wanted her to say yes. He desperately wanted her to say yes. But he would have to take whatever answer she gave, obviously.

So it was with baited breath that he answered. “Hello?” His tone was questioning, even though he knew who it was. These days, it was almost silly not to answer the phone with “Hi, Thora” (or whoever’s name was on the other end of the line). His thoughts were rambling. He needed to pay better attention to his phone call.

“Hi, Uri,” she sounded happy. Did that mean she was going to say yes?

“How are you?” he asked. He was prolonging the inevitable, but he just felt like coming right out and saying, “So yes or no?” was too much, though it was what he really wanted to do.

“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”

Anxious as hell. Freaking out. Desperate for you to say yes. “I’m well.”

“That’s good.” Small talk. What the hell. What was she doing to him!? “So listen,” she started and he knew the answer was coming, “I want to talk to you about your…” she hesitated. He realized she didn’t know what to call it. He didn’t really either. Proposition? “…suggestion.”

“Yes?” he prompted her to give him an answer.

“Are you sure it’s what both you and Vivian want?”

“Absolutely.”

“How long did you say you’ve been looking?”

“Months and months. Almost a year, I think.”

“And no luck?”

“No luck.”

“Hm.” Her response was totally noncommittal.

“What’s your hesitation?” he asked, dreading her answer. What if her hesitation was something he couldn’t fix?

“Well,” she paused and he couldn’t believe that his heartbeat couldn’t be heard on the other end of the phone. “I care about you and Viv and I don’t want you guys to make a mistake or do something you’ll regret.”

“I understand, but we’ve talked about it a lot.”

“I know, I just don’t want to be the person who screws up your marriage.”

“Oh no, Thora, that’s not possible. Vivian and I are happier than we’ve ever been. We’re just frustrated with the fact that we haven’t been able to explore this avenue. I’m excited about it. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want to watch his wife with another woman?” Cliche. Damn. She laughed almost uncomfortably and he continued. “You should talk to her, really. She wants to explore her feelings for women and I am happy to help her do that.”

“You won’t be jealous?”

“Jealous?” he said the word like he hadn’t even considered that a possibility, which, he supposed, he really hadn’t. It hadn’t dawned on him that being jealous was a possibility. Why would he be jealous? What did he have to be jealous of? “No, I can’t imagine that,” he replied to the question.

“That’s good.” She paused like she was thinking. “I probably should talk to Viv.”

“You should. She’ll confirm everything I’m saying.” God, he sounded like a cheating husband trying to convince his conquest he wasn’t lying.

“I will, but not because I don’t believe you.” He knew if they were together, she would be sticking her tongue out at him. “I just want to make sure you guys have thought it all through. And most importantly, to me, is that I don’t want to lose our friendship. I would hate for anything to happen that would screw things up between us.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Thora,” he said, “None of us wants that. I’m sure it won’t be an issue. If things get awkward between us, we’ll just have to go back to being friends. I mean, platonic friends or whatever.” He was fumbling his words like an awkward teenager. He rolled his eyes at himself. What was wrong with him?

“I’m glad to hear that, Uri. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very interested. I think Vivian is gorgeous and I…” she stopped herself from saying something, was it about him?

“You what?” he prompted.

“Oh, nothing.” It seemed like she was changing gears on him. “I would like to try it out. I think it could be fun.”

“I agree.”

“Let me talk to Vivian and we’ll set something up.”

“Great,” he said and he hoped he didn’t sound overly enthusiastic.

“I guess I’ll see you soon…” she said.

“Definitely,” he said and they hung up.

More waiting. Damn. He was not happy about having to wait more, but at least he had an answer. Barring any issues with her talking to Vivian (unlikely), she said yes. She said yes. Holy fuck, she said YES!


“Hey sweetie,” Uri said when he walked in the door. Vivian was waiting for him in the living room.

“Hey babe,” she said. “How was your day?”

“Oh it was fine,” he said. “You?”

“It was good.” She paused for a moment and then added, “Thora called me today.”

“Oh yeah? She called me, too.”

“She said that.” Vivian seemed introspective. Uri dropped his bags and went over to his wife.

“What’s up?” he asked, not asking the very generic question, but asking what she was thinking of. They had been together long enough that she was well aware.

“I don’t know,” she said, slowly, not meeting his gaze.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I get really wet thinking about having a threesome with Thora.” His heart started to pound.

“That’s good,” he said tentatively.

“It scares me sometimes,” she admitted.

“Howso?”

“What if I like it?”

“It’s okay to like it,” he reassured her.

“But I love you.”

“That’s good,” he said, and then added, “I love you, too. Nothing is going to change that. We could have eight gazillion threesomes and I will still love you and find you sexy as hell.”

She met his gaze then and smiled. “Do you really mean it?”

“I do.”

“But how do you know?”

“Really think about it. Do you really think that anyone else could change your feelings for me?”

“No,” she said and she sounded confident and sure of herself.

“So…” he let his voice trail off and he could see a change come over Vivian’s face.

“You’re right. Thank you, Uri.”

He kissed her temple. “I love you. Always and forever, just like we said in our vows. And I think you are the sexiest woman I ever met. I am excited to get to share you with someone else.” He was careful not to compliment Thora too much to Vivian. He did want to make her insecure. He did like Thora. He thought she was cute and she was fun to hang out with and he was sure she would be fun in bed. But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave Vivian for her. He had no desire to leave Vivian at all. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t give her a false impression.

“I love you too,” she said and she turned her face to his and they kissed. He felt the familiar heat their kisses brought, right down to his core. His cock twitched and he had every desire to take her to bed right then. But instead, she broke the kiss and said, “I invited Thora to come over now.”

“Now?”

“Now,” she confirmed. She glanced at the clock behind his head. “Well, I told her six which is in twenty minutes. She should be on her way.”

“You aren’t wasting any time,” Uri teased.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I didn’t see a reason to wait. We were all into it and I didn’t want any of us to change our minds.”

“That was smart,” he admitted. “What do I wear?”

She laughed. “I don’t know! What do I wear?”

“Nothing,” he said and he grinned.

“Do you really think I could do that? Just sit here waiting for her, naked?”

“Sure you could. You should!” he insisted, but his tone was teasing.

“I will if you will,” she said.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Why not?”

“There is no reason why not. Well, it might be hot to watch Thora undress you, but other than that…” he let his voice trail off and with it, his teasing tone diminished as well.

“You think so, huh?” she asked. She was still using a teasing tone.

“Well, yeah, but it would be almost as hot to watch you undress Thora. And I think it would be great to see her face when you open the door for her naked.”

“Who says I have to open the door?” she asked. “Why don’t you open the door?”

“I guess I could,” he replied. He couldn’t tell if she was teasing or not. She was making it hard to tell.

“I was teasing, initially, but the thought as some merit…” she let her voice trail off and then she stood and took her shirt off. He cocked his head to one side with a questioning look. “Well?” she prompted and he shrugged and complied. He tossed his shirt into the middle of the living room floor.

“There,” he said. She tossed her shirt on top and her bra quickly followed. They both kicked off their shoes, getting into it now. He was wearing jeans and boxers and he was slowed down by the belt he had to undo. He decided it would be best to not leave it in the jeans, just in case, so he pulled the belt out and rolled it up, setting it on a side table. Then he tossed the jeans into the crumpled pile.

He watched, wearing only his boxers, as Vivian slipped her pants down over her hips and revealed pale blue polka dotted panties. With his belt delay, she had even slipped her panties off and tossed them on the pile by the time he had his pants off. “You’re falling behind,” she teased. He dropped his boxers and his erection, which had been somewhat disguised by the pants, was now in full view. “Excited?” she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “Are you?”

“Yes,” she said. He slipped a finger down between her legs and she was almost dripping already.

“You certainly are,” he said. He slipped his finger deeper and she was just opening her legs for him to have better access when the doorbell rang.

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T is for…

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Sorry this is a little late. I have been doing really well with keeping up, but I had a crazy weekend that just didn’t allow for writing. So as before, please be accepting of typos and mistakes as I haven’t even had a chance to read through these posts once before getting them up here! I look forward to editing in May!

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Thora Tierse sat on a piece of plastic on a bed, watching. It was all she could do not to spit out the pair of women’s panties that were shoved in her mouth so she could speak. Instead, she sat there, rocking as the bed moved. Next to her was another woman, Rosemarie. The two women had just met that night when Sky Spritzer had brought them together. He knew that Thora loved to be tormented more than anything else. He knew that she would do his every bidding and enjoy it. And sure enough, as it was, she was sitting next to the two of them, watching them fuck like rabbits and all she could think was that it was sexy as hell and she wished it could be her turn. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even sure she would get a turn.

Her arms were tied behind her back and she was getting super uncomfortable. As the pain in her stiff arms increased, her pussy got more and more wet.

She was watching Sky’s cock disappear repeatedly into Rosemarie’s pussy. When her eyes flickered up to his face and she saw that he was watching her. She hadn’t expected that. “Is this hot?” he asked her, and she knew that he knew the answer.

“Yes,” she said through her gag and nodded her head.

He pounded into the other woman while Thora watched. Thora found that her hips were mimicking his movements without meaning to. She wished fervently that Sky would fuck her but she knew that she would be lucky to get a turn.

Rosemarie was moaning loudly and it was turning Thora on immensely. Sky had been pounding quickly but Thora watched as all of a sudden, he stopped. He grunted loudly and he must have cum because his face was contorted with tension and then relaxed quickly.

He sat back heavily on his heels, his cock slipping from Rosemarie’s pussy. Thora couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. His softening cock dripped the remnants of his orgasm slowly onto the bed.

Thora began to moan softly, her hips moving faster, more desperate. She wanted him so badly. She wanted someone to touch her. She wanted her arms free. The desperation was gripping her so hard she felt like she couldn’t stand it. “Please, please,” she was begging.

“Are you begging for Rosemarie or yourself?” Sky asked.

Thora had a moment of panic. She had been intending to beg for herself, but she had forgotten that Sky had told her Rosemarie would only be allowed to cum when Thora successfully begged for it. She nodded her head in Rosemarie’s direction.

He took the panties out of her mouth and tossed them on the floor. Thora knew it was all he could do to let them lay on the floor but she would clean them up as soon as she was able. If they were there much longer, it would bother him.

“Try that again,” he directed.

“I think she has earned an orgasm, Sir,”

“Do you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“And why is that?”

“Well, she has pleased you, is that not true, Sir?”

“She has pleased me. You’re right on that point.”

“But you reasoning with me calmly isn’t exactly begging.”

She paused, her mind going a mile a minute. What exactly was begging to him? How could she effectively beg for a girl she really didn’t know at all? Especially when she didn’t particularly care one way or the other if Rosemarie had an orgasm. In fact, it would be kind of fun to watch her get tormented and not ever get to orgasm. But that would hardly be fair, she knew. Just because her favorite thing was being tormented, didn’t mean it was Rosemarie’s. In fact, she was pretty sure it wasn’t the other woman’s desire at all. Maybe a little tormenting here and there but it did not seem that it would be something she would want all the time, and certainly not to the level that Thora enjoyed.

“Sir, please let Rosemarie cum. She’s been a good girl. Please, please let her cum, Sir.” She was walking a fine line between a tone that was desperate and a tone that was whining. She knew that he would not appreciate the latter. “Please, please, Sir, please,” she continued, “please let Rosemarie cum. She has earned it. Please let her have an orgasm. You give such amazing orgasms. Please give her the pleasure of experiencing one. Please, Sir.” As the words left her mouth, she knew them to be true. She would give almost anything right at that moment to feel his lips and his tongue on her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel him pleasure her. She wanted to feel wave after wave of pulsing electricity as she orgasmed at his hand and his mouth. But unfortunately, she wasn’t begging for herself and that turned her on all the more. She couldn’t help the gush of her own juices that practically flowed down her thighs as she begged. If there was one thing Thora loved more than anything else, it was being tormented while someone else watched and here someone else was a part of it. A stranger, in fact. All Thora knew about the other woman was her name. Thora could feel the embarrassment of her own desire coloring her cheeks and she focused her attention on begging since Sky hadn’t responded to her at all.

“Please, Sir, please let her cum. Please put your mouth on her pussy. Please suck on her clit. Please make her cum like no one else can. Please, Sir, please. She deserves it.”

“How about you? Do you deserve to cum?”

Tears touched her eyes as she realized that the answer to that was no. She hadn’t done anything really to please Sky. She had just been there, but that was it. She had been his guinea pig with the wax play but that hardly counted as pleasing him. She hadn’t been able to suck him. He hadn’t fucked her. She really hadn’t done anything and trying to convince him otherwise was fruitless, she knew. “No, Sir. I don’t.”

“Good girl,” he said and he patted her cheek lightly.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said and the tears that had been threatening to spill out of her eyes began to fall silently. She couldn’t wipe them away if she wanted to, not with her arms still bound behind her back, but she wouldn’t have even if she could. She just let them fall, reveling in the feeling of being helpless. On some level, she was even enjoying knowing that she was below this stranger who was taking Sky’s attention away from her. Thora knew that Sky cared about her. If she didn’t know that, she wouldn’t have agreed to being here at all, but she had no idea what an emotional experience he would put her through. This was certainly more than just a physical torment, it was mostly emotional. Sure, her arms were still and a bit sore and he had struck her a few times, but her stomach was in knots and her heart hurt and her pussy was gushing her arousal. She wanted to say that she hate it. She wanted to say that she should leave. She wanted to put a stop to the whole thing. And she could. The scary thing about it was that she could put a stop to it any time she wanted to. She had a safe word. She could use it and Sky would immediately stop and take off her restraints and comfort her. He would ignore Rosemarie completely in favor of Thora if she used her safeword. She knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

But she also knew that she was terribly turned on by the whole experience and she didn’t want him to stop. She craved watching him interact with Rosemarie. She craved watching him make the other woman orgasm. She wanted to see Rosemarie writhing on the bed, screaming his name, while she was helpless and powerless to do anything to herself. She wanted that far more than she wanted Sky’s comfort.

And so she hoped that he would take her begging as enough and it appeared that he had. He pushed Rosemarie back on the bed so that he would have room to be between her legs. Thora couldn’t see much no matter which way she positioned herself. She was unable to get close enough to be a part of the action, which she was sure was intentional on his part. What she could see was Sky’s bare ass as he knelt between Rosemarie’s leg. She could see Rosemarie’s hand on the back of his head. Her other hand was gripping the sheets, twisting them between her fingers. She could hear the other woman’s breaths come fast and short. She could see her writhing, her hips moving to meet Sky’s mouth. Thora could see Rosemarie’s toes curling as she neared her orgasm. All the while, Sky was stoic. He hardly moved at all. One hand braced his weight and the other was between Rosemarie’s legs. Thora could only assume that he had his fingers buried deep in the woman’s pussy. Thora was jealous beyond belief but turned on at the same time.

She could tell moments before Rosemarie’s orgasm overtook her. The toes that had been slightly curled, curled more until her feet were practically curling. Her quick breaths became loud moans. Her twisting fingers became more frantic.

Thora could feel her own pussy pulsing. Her clit was practically vibrating with arousal. She felt like the slightest touch would send her over the edge, and probably it would. She couldn’t touch herself though and she knew she would get in trouble if she tried humping something. So she just sat and waited.

When Rosemarie’s orgasm subsided and Sky had moved away from her, Thora could see that her pussy was flushed from the contact. It was sexy as hell and she involuntarily moaned.

Sky nearly pounced on her then. She couldn’t hide her surprise, but then he flipped her over and pressed her face into the bed. She had a moment of panic because her arms were still restrained and there was nothing to stop her from smashing her nose on the bed. He held her by the ropes around her arms though and lowered her relatively gently. He was hard again and clearly wanted to fuck. This was definitely not making love. It was fucking, pure and simple. His cock entered her pussy and he began to pound into her. There was no time for adjustment. There was no pause for anything. He just pounded her. The only brief respite she got was when he pulled out so he could enter her ass.

She felt a mild adjustment pain as he filled her ass but she adjusted as he pounded her. When she felt small fingers on her clit, she nearly exploded. She couldn’t see, but she knew it wasn’t Sky. It must be Rosemarie. Her whole body trembled and within seconds, her orgasm overtook her. She screamed into the mattress and tried not to let her legs go out from under her. Her pussy clenched around the cock in her ass which quickly triggered Sky’s ejaculation. He grunted as he spilled his seed within her and he collapsed on top of her.

The next day, Thora’s ass was comfortably sore. Her arms were, too. She had been tied up for a long time. But she wasn’t nearly as on edge as she had been before the encounter. She had been so horny prior to it that she hardly knew what to do with herself. Now she was able to at least function semi-normally. It was good to have a clear head because a friend of hers had put a proposal on the table and she really wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She didn’t have long to make a decision though because he had said he needed to know by the end of the week. The end of the week was only 48 hours away and she still had absolutely no idea what she was going to do.

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