P TMAG
P TMAG
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WOO’s CORNER
aby, bayby, baaeibie… Everyone
has a sex tape; this was the ?rst
song of mine. Evan smirked at
the recognition of the song. I poured
two shots of Remy into tall frosted shot
glasses. The volume on the song was just
loud enough that the sound of my shallow
attempts to breathe wouldn’t be shown for
what they were. My chest heaved I labored
under the weight of things to come.
hind a pocket door to the bathroom. I continued following my nose to within inches of
the door. Besides it was a closet, I opened
it and thumbed through the jackets, leather,
cotton and goose down, until I found a
hanger sturdy enough for my taste.
B
I stood folding and placing my clothes on
the hanger until I was naked if front of the
closet. With my left hand I drew a prophylactic over the captain. We stood anticipating with eagerness and anger. Black beard,
The Capitan, Hook, swayed back and forth
pulsing to the beat of my heart and growing
heavy in de?ance of gravity, and then the
door opens…
I concealed my guilt with a smile. My intoxicated grin was an etched mask, drunk
off power, I savored the moments before
the kill. “For you” I handed Evan his shot
and toasted him before washing back my
emotions with the liquor. The chilled cognac slid down the back of my throat and
straight into my blood stream, my nerves
were tempered.
Out of the dark he grabbed my throat and
slammed me up against the door. The air
rushed out of my chest and into his mouth.
He was ready with wet lips that suctioned
to mine. I heard hunger and want in his
heated pants. He groped my moisture as
I moaned from the pressure of his hand.
The rush overwhelmed me; virginity was a
curse just now being broken. the vicarious
feelings I had before were no match for
these. Places that had been private were
visited by waves of pleasure as my crave
was answered.
Evan moved to consume me; I stopped
him with an open palm jab to his chest
“Wait.” Death would come but not before
I had my fun. I turned slow and dropped
the straps to my dress. I teased his sight
revealing my lower back, ass and legs
as I bent over to step out of my dress.
“Impressive” he commented, “Thank you”
I replied. Moving quickly I stepped towards
the bathroom, I built a better trap and had
to put it into place so he could trigger it.
“Be right back…”
My stilettos clicked together as I left my
feet, I fought to stay conscious as he held
me in the air by my throat. I struggled,
gasping for air that was unavailable and as
the room went black he let go. I slouched
back against the wall my head somewhere
between worlds drifting towards eternity.
With the deepest kiss he brought me back
from there. I arched my back and moaned
as he changed my polarity.
“For you” she handed me a shot of ripe cognac. My tongue loosened until it formed
a small cup under my lower lip. I inhaled,
sucking samples of air and mixing the liquor to taste, smooth. My attention turned
to her silhouette playing games in the
shadows. The candlelight backlit her body
showing curves and exposing gaps in her
?esh, “Impressive.” She gave a nonchalant
“Thank you.”
Episode #6 | To be continued…
With more alcohol than blood in my system, my instincts screamed hunt and my
body responded. Creased girth made my
pants uncomfortable, blood shifted and
rushed to ?ll the void with volume. I rose
to stalk her, as I walked, she walked. “Be
right back…” she said, disappearing be-
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
D. Taylor
I’m a lifelong observer, a spectator extraordinaire. I’ve been
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