Fatal Indiscretions Episode 6

FATAL INDISCRETIONS EPISODE 6

By Anjie Harrte

Episode 5 – Recap

Sherry and her husband meet for dinner at Rumours Café where things get hot between them. At the dinner table Ryan is swept up in the hotness of the moment and slips his fingers into his wife rocking her body to an orgasm. As the moment continues to heat up, he takes her to the men’s washroom and drives her home to another crashing orgasm. On their way out of the hotel which houses the café, they bump into the art instructor, Paul, and Sherry becomes nervous. Introductions are short as Paul heads into the hotel with his arms around a tall beauty. At home Ryan notices the missing side view mirrors and questions Sherry about them, it is here the story resumes.

Episode 6

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. My throat was tight and I feared if I said anything I would give myself away. His eyes were questioning and his body was stiff.

“What happened to your car Sherry?” he asked once more. Nonchalantly, I turned to the car and sighed. “That? That happened at the old Dutch Market earlier today.”

“What were you doing in that neighbourhood?” he asked, his forehead crinkling up as he raised his eyebrows. I sometimes forget how much older than me he was and how much more experience he had; maybe that is why he has been able to read me all these years.

“I heard there was a store there that sold sexy lingerie straight out of Brazil, the kind those Brazilian girls wear at the strip club down town,” I lied, relying on something I heard in the mall about a store on the top floor.

“But you shouldn’t be in areas like that; you know how dangerous they are and the sort of people who live in those…” I cut him short; with his tongue taken up he couldn’t continue to rant. I kissed him ravenously, with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist and pulled me in close. He was just about to pick me up when his phone went off. He tried to pull away to answer it but I pulled him back in, tightening my grasp and kissing him more intensely. However, the phone didn’t stop but continued to ping. He pulled away again. “Leave it,” I said.

“I can’t,” he retorted as he took it out and answered it.

I was furious; steam was probably emanating from my ears as I stood there in our garage and watched him walk past me into the house. I sighed deeply and decided not to be the usual me, instead of sulking or being angry over it, I headed upstairs. I passed him at the kitchen counter and rubbed my body against him; he was listening to someone on the other end intently and watched me from the side of his eye. I stopped at the door to the stairs that led from the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom and licked my lips as I curled my fingers in front of me beckoning him. He looked at me and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. I turned and headed upstairs.

I eased my body out of the red dress and watched my reflection in the mirror. Dressed in lingerie that I bought from the Brazilian store; a low cut lacey panty with no crutch and a bikini lacey bra. I went to the box still sitting on the vanity top and took out the lace neck band and clipped it around my neck. I slipped on the knee high stockings and clipped on the straps attaching it to the panties. Then I slipped my red shoes back on  and quickly lit a few candles around the room.

When I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs I stood at the foot of the bed, my feet spread apart and my hands on my hips. He came through the door and stopped, running his hands through his curly hair and biting his bottom lip. I smiled at him and took a step towards him when he said, “I am so sorry honey.”

I stopped and tilted my head at him, confused.

“I have to go in to the office, Barry said that the accounts aren’t balancing and the audit starts tomorrow,” his eyes were pleading as he spoke.

“Audit?” I asked.

“I told you we were being audited by Inland Revenue, so we hired a private firm to do the audits for us first over the weekend so we could be prepared for Inland Revenue next week.”

I dropped on the edge of the bed and sighed; he hadn’t mentioned this before.

“Why would Inland Revenue want to audit us, did we not pay our taxes, declare the right amounts, what? Why?” I asked, as my head seemed to be swirling around in circles.

“I promise to tell you everything when I return, for now Barry needs me to go over some figures with him,” he didn’t move to me to comfort me, he stood by the door and when I looked up with tears in my eyes, it seemed to send him through the door faster.

I fell on the bed fighting that feeling that wanted to overtake me. I blinked back the tears and listened as his car left. I had a lot of high hopes for tonight and now they were all down the drain. I picked up my phone and went through the directory, I needed to talk to someone, I needed to feel better, I wasn’t going to be this emotional wreck all the time. I dialed Alaine’s number, she was the closest thing I had to a friend, maybe talking things through with someone else would make me feel better. Her phone rang and went to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message, it was almost 11pm, she was probably fast asleep. I continued to skimmed through the contacts and realized I had no one else to rely on. If Cathy was around I would call her and chat, just listening to her voice sometime made me feel better, but that wasn’t an option. I went on to the blackberry messenger and looked for her at least there I could send her a message. Her status said asleep. I couldn’t disturb her either.

I fidgeted with the blackberry for awhile, going through my contacts and their updates. Then I changed my status. Before it had read, “new beginnings,” I sighed and changed it to a sad face. Then I plopped the phone on the bed and headed for my bag with art supplies. I was going to draw something, anything; I needed to let the frustration out. As I plopped the pad on my lap and reached for the bedside lamp to turn it on, my phone pinged.

I checked the message, “Why the sad face?” from Paul

I didn’t know what to say; I looked at the phone as though the devil had left it there for me and rested it back on the bed. I began to draw a woman’s body, round and plump with lots of curves when the phone pinged again, “Come on Sher, talk to me, I am your friend,” from Paul

“Thanks for your concern, but I am fine, just one of those nights,” I typed and pressed the send button.

“Where is hubby?’ he asked. I didn’t want to answer, I felt as though he was mocking me, but for some reason I didn’t control what I did around this man.

“Left for office,” I replied

“Really, after the way you looked tonight? Hard to believe. Must be something really important then.”

“It is.” I defended, not sure myself whether it was or not.

“You home alone then?” he asked

I didn’t reply, I set the phone down again and continued to draw. Nothing was coming out right though. The woman’s head was larger than her body, her breasts were lopsided; one bigger than the other, her waist was wider than her hips, her thighs were skinny, impossible that those legs could hold up the body I drew on top. She appeared as one of those cartoons from the funny columns in the newspaper.

Just then the phone pinged again, “I am at the front door, open for me.”

I stared at the walls and felt frozen in place. I looked around the room wildly. Then, forgetting how I was dressed, I moved to the window and looked downstairs. He was standing below looking up at the window, our eyes were locked on each other and I felt that trance he seemed to always work on me, take over. I moved to the door and down the steps, I stopped at the mirror by the door and checked my face and hair and then I pulled the door open. Standing on the other side was Paul and his tall Indian beauty. She smiled and looked me up and down, and Paul did the same and then I remembered that I was still dressed in my lingerie. I gasped and almost closed the door back, but Paul put his hand forward stopping the door as they walked in.

 “You look very hot,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek and walked past. The girl smiled and said, “indeed,” and she too followed Paul into the living room. She was very tall about 5’ 9” with long slender legs that was topped with a round ass and small hips and waist. Her breasts too were tiny, something you didn’t see often in Guyana. Guyanese women were busty but this tall Indian spice had small lemon sized breasts and a long slender neck. Her face was slim with high cheek bones and a small nose, her eyes were round and noticeable on her face, black as coal with long thick lashes that seemed to look into your soul. She wore a black leather mini skirt and a silver tube top with high silver pumps. Paul was a tall man but this beauty in heels towered over him. her lips were thick and red and when she smiled her cheek bones raised, her eyes lit up and my heart jumped in my chest; she was a splendid beauty with her long black straight hair opened and running down her back stopping right above her ass. She caught me staring at her, my eyes fixated on the rise and fall of her luscious derrière and she looked to Paul and smiled.

I suddenly felt self conscious as they exchanged this wicked look between them and I said, “Just give me a minute to pull on something.”

The Indian beauty grabbed my hand and pulled me into her. Suddenly I was arrested by the smells of expensive perfume, minty breath and fruity hair. My body was against hers as she held my wrist behind her back keeping me there.

“This is Sophina, Sophina this is Sherry,” Paul introduced us as Sophina smiled and reached forward and kissed me on the lip. It was a strange feeling; being kissed by another woman. Her lips were so soft and her manner of kissing me so tender.

Paul came over and stood behind me, running his hand up and down my body.

“My husband might be back in a bit,” I said.

“Then we don’t have much time, do we?” Paul added as I felt his lips on the back of my neck. His hands wrapped around my body and the palms of his hand rubbed down my belly and stopped inside my panties. Sophina’s lips met mine again, soft and inviting as she parted them and I tasted her minty breath. His hands found my breasts as she massaged them, all the while kissing me deeply and slowly, her tongue caressing mine. I leaned in toward her wanting to taste more of her. I felt her kick out her shoes as she came down lower.

Paul was now massaging my clit with his fingers as he continued to kiss the back of my neck and shoulders. I could feel the hardness of his shaft against my ass cheeks as he pressed his body against mine. Sophina broke our kiss, and placed a smack on my neck. Then she and Paul were kissing softly and slowly, moaning and groaning as they did. Paul’s fingers were assaulting my clit and Sophina’s were rubbing away at my nipples. I opened my eyes long enough to see her long slender neck glistening in the dimly lit living room and I kissed it. Her flesh was so soft that I placed kisses all over.

 I was starting to buck my hips under Paul’s assault of my clit, when I felt Sophina push him away and giggle mischievously.

Paul chuckled as Sophina took me by the hand and lead me to the couch. Paul moved back to the door, clicking the locks, bolting the door and letting down the blinds to the two big windows on the side of the big mahogany front door. If I was thinking straight I probably would’ve told him that Ryan will come through the garage and not the front door. But I wasn’t in my right senses, after all it is impossible to think straight with a sexy woman lying against you body, kissing you and running her hands about your body.

Sophina trailed kisses down my neck, softly pressing her lips and letting just the tip of her tongue touch my flesh, but it was enough to send sweet sensations throughout my body. She trailed down to my breasts and pulled away the lace that covered my mounds of flesh. She kissed them lightly before sucking in my left nipple into her mouth. Her left hand massaged my other breast while she sucked on my nipples causing me to arch my body against her. She trailed small circles around my breasts as I saw Paul undressing behind her. She moved her attention to my other breast as the warmness of her mouth caused me to moan in pleasure. Then she kissed down my belly and unclipped my panties from the stockings. She was smiling with me as she eased down my panties. I reached forward to kiss her, I enjoyed the way it felt; her lips against mine, her tongue dancing with mine, but she took her hand and pushed me down back on the couch. She opened my thighs and kissed the inside of them, I jerked my hips as the sensation of her kisses seemed to send shock waves through me.

Then I felt the warmness of her tongue on my sex. She was sucking at my clit slowly, trailing the length of it with her tongue and then sucking it in her mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as the sweet sensations began to wash over me. I raised my hips and bucked them under her sweet assault of my sex.

I felt something slap me and I opened my eyes; startled. Paul was standing on the couch, one foot jacked up on the back of it, his long thick shaft waving in my face. The sweetness was increasing between my thighs and I needed him in my mouth. I reached for the long caramel coloured shaft and sucked it into my mouth. I let it slide in and out and then I sucked on the smooth head, letting my tongue tease the slit on it, prying it apart. I heard Paul moan out loud and I know he liked it. I reached down below his dick and licked one and then the other of his twin boys, feeling him arch against my mouth.

 Sophina was now lashing her tongue on my pussy; plunging it in and out of me. I was bucking my hips on her tongue as Paul started ramming his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt Sophina run her finger around the rim of my butt hole as she plunged her tongue in and out of me. The sensations were rising slowly from the pit of my core, and Paul kept ramming in and out of my mouth and I felt him hit the back of my throat. When the orgasm started to flood my body and I started to stiffen under it, I felt Sophina enter my ass with one of her fingers and I cried out under the overwhelming sensation of emotions that washed over me. As I screamed in pleasure, Paul took the opportunity to fuck my mouth harder and faster and soon I felt him jerking and the hot liquid hit the back of my throat.

Sophina kneeled between my thighs smiling as Paul fell on the couch beside me. I licked my lips and reached forward to kiss her. I tasted my pussy on her and the taste got me hot again. I grabbed the little skirt she was wearing and practically ripped it off of her throwing it to the side. She reached over and started massaging Paul's dick. He looked at us, me ravenously removing her clothing tearing away at them and throwing them to the side, she watching him and smiling; and I saw him rise to attention once more. When she was naked I pulled her in towards me, her breasts in my mouth as I hugged her close kissing away on her small lemon size mounds. She cooed and moaned as I lashed my tongue out at her nipple, massaging her clit with my fingers. I wanted to taste her, make her feel the way she made me feel. So I threw her against the small coffee table and tried to mount her. She grabbed my shoulders and playfully pushed me on the ground, we both fell, rolling and laughing. I heard things fall and crash but didn’t think twice on them.

We rolled on the ground, my arms around her waist as we kissed, her giggling against my mouth. Then she stopped wrestling with me when one of my hands found its way between her thighs. I rubbed her clit and dipped one of my fingers into her sweet pot as she moaned.  I wriggled under her and moved down until my face was buried between her thighs, smelling the sweet scent of her love and tasting the tangy taste of her pussy.

Paul moved to the ground on his knees and opened her thighs wider. I attacked her clit with my tongue, nibbling and sucking on it. Paul came down and traced the entry to her butt licking it in circles before dipping his tongue inside, she moaned out loud and arched her body as he did. Then he positioned his cock and slowly entered her ass. I was in awe, I had never been fucked in the ass, and the fact that she was going to get such a nice huge dick in there excited me. I continued to suck on her clit and raise my head to dip my tonuge into her pussy hearing her moan loudly on the other end. My own pussy was dripping from the thought of Paul's dick in her ass and I guess she saw it, because soon she was lapping it all up, sending more sensations through my body. Paul started moving in and out of her; fucking her ass faster and harder as I continued to move my tongue up and down her clit and in and out of her pussy. She bucked hard and screamed loud, her orgasms crashing one after the other as I felt her body stiffen and tasted her sweet cum over and over again. The thought of her coming and the feel of her tongue on my pussy caused me to cum too; crying out in pleasure against her pussy. I saw Paul quicken his thrusts and grimace from the pleasure.

All three of us collapsed on the floor as Sophina rolled to a side and Paul lay in the middle of us two.

Paul's dick sat limp on his body right there in front of my face. I wanted to taste her on him, so I reached and licked it. I felt it jerk and I giggled like a teenager. I sucked the head and watched it come to life. I was so happy with it, that I continued to suck, watching it get harder and harder.

Sophina smiled and sat up, "I like this one Paul," she said as she mounted his face, throwing one long slender leg over his face. He reached and grabbed her hips bringing her down. Just the sight of her on his face got me wet, and I got up and mounted Paul's massive dick, feeling it fill me. Sitting on it was quite different from any other position. I felt totally full of Paul and soon I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back and forth. Paul's dick seem to touch that spot inside almost immediately as I grabbed on to Sophina's shoulder and rode it hard and fast, moving my hips back and forth and around. Sophina reached and kissed me, our lips pressing against each other, she extended her tongue and so did I and they played together licking and tasting. I could feel the sweetness from the massive cock in my pussy as I heard the car pull up outside. The sound of the garage door opening is what froze us in place.

All through the orgasms I had forgotten about him returning; about us in his house; about the possibility of my husband coming through the garage and walking in on the scene of me riding Paul's dick while Sophina rode his face. As I heard the garage door open, I looked from Sophina to Paul to my living room and wondered; now what?

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Fatal Indiscretions - Episode 1

Hello there! I am back! Did you miss me?

Firstly I would like to say that Fiona and Nyasha's story did find an ending, even though you didnt get to see it, but look out, I am in editing mode.

Now I am pleased to present Fatal Indiscretions. This time my story is going to be romance, erotica and a little mystery, it is something I cannot escape in my writing. I have a novel I wrote and was editing which is based on this plot I am presenting.
This plot is about a woman who has not been successful in bringing a child into this world and the hurt that this causes results in tearing her marriage apart. During this story we will get a view, through her narration, what this summer of her life is about and how it ends up being the last summer of her life. So come on in, and get your toes wet, it is summer, lets have some fun.

Fatal Indiscretions - Episode 1 - by Anjie Harrte

Prologue

In the marshes about five metres through the bushes by the big pond in the botanical gardens my body lay for two days. Earlier today I was discovered by a young man on his way through to the far end of the pond in hope of a good catch. This morning when he got ready and pulled on his long rubber boots, he didn’t know he would stumble upon me. Summer was almost over and the only thing on his mind was catching some big Tilapias to show off to his friends. He had been trying all summer; he had even seen me a few times by this pond over the last two months when he and his friends had come fishing. He had always caught the little ones and had been the laughing stock of his group. Today he was determined to redeem his name; he was determined to show them that he is the ‘man’. He didn’t account, however, that he may stumble upon the body of a thirty year old woman as it lay among the mud and dirt of the marshes, her throat with a long slit that was gaping  wide from the rigor. The moment he stumbled upon my body he forgot that he had come to show he was a man, instead like a little girl he screamed and ran off.

I remember how I died, the knife cutting the blouse I wore, tearing at my skin, crunching bones and then piercing my heart; the look of hatred driven passion upon the face of the person who plunged it into me. My body falling to the ground as the pain seared my skin and caused my body to go numb, and as just as I prayed; just as I looked up at them and pleaded with my eyes not to end my life; that I had done so much wrong during this one summer that I needed to correct them; just as I prayed to God to forgive me for my sins, to let my loved ones I know I didn’t mean to hurt them; just then, I saw my killer kneel before me and make one final move of their hand as  I felt the burning pain across my neck but only for a quick second.

As vivid as the memory of my death is, just as bleak is the face of the person who took my life. While the coroner zips up the body bag and the many onlookers gasp with fear, disgust or sorrow I ponder on whether my killer stands among them. My life plays before my mind like clips from a television show; every indiscretion, every sin, every sweet moment of this past summer simmers in my memory. Even though a floating soul, I still feel the pain of loss, heartbreak, betrayal and death. I still yearn for the same things that brought me to this garden two months ago, I still feel that emptiness within the depths of my soul. Except now, I am charged to remember this summer, to relive it over and over again until I can see who robbed me of my life.

Chapter 1

I was Sherry Miles, wife of the wealthy Pharmaceutical Giant; Ryan Miles. At the beginning of the summer I was plunged into a deep depression after my third failed attempt at bringing a child into this world. This time she was the full 39 weeks when my water burst. After twelve hours of no labour pains my husband refused to authorize a c-section. Six hours later was too late. She was still born and a little beauty. This happened early May but by late June we were living together almost in solitude. We didn’t speak to each other beyond the regular pleasantries and I spent most of my day staring through the windows, sitting in a corner of the nursery in tears or throwing things about the room in hysteria. Ryan tried convincing me to see a psychiatrist, but I didn’t see how that was going to bring my little Emily back. Finally, he threatened to have me committed. I checked it up, he could do it. He was my husband, and thus my legal guardian. I was determined not to go to a nut house.

I was reading the newspaper at Sunday breakfast when I saw my solution.

“If I can come up with an alternative method, will you let go of the psychiatrist idea?” I asked him.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted me committed to get rid of me, or if he truly cared about me. I had spent the nine months pregnant practically alone in this house. He always worked late, or had golf with his buddies. Truthfully, the day I was in labour was the one day through my entire pregnancy that he was truly there for me. It made me think sometimes that he delayed the c-section on purpose. Did he not want a child with me? Or was it that he didn’t want ME anymore?

“I’m listening,” he said without looking up from his breakfast or the other newspaper he read.

I knew that getting rid of me wouldn’t be an easy task for him, after all 75% of the company is mine. When he wanted to start this business fifteen years ago, my father invested it in my name. I was fifteen and he was twenty five, with a great idea. I don’t think my father ever foresaw us ending up together, or falling in love when I was nineteen and getting married a year later.

Ryan was now staring at me, his big brown eyes peering over his spectacles impatiently summoning me to speak.

“I can take these art classes for the summer in the Botancial Gardens, I’ll be with nature and art will be my therapy…” I waited for a reaction

He set his fork down next to the greasy remains of his cheese omelet. At least he still enjoyed my cooking.

“Let me see,” he extended his hand and I passed the newspaper to him and waited again.

“Okay, we can try this for the summer and see what happens, but if there is no change at the end of it, you will seek professional help,” he demanded.

He was good at demanding things. It is a shame he didn’t know I would be dead by the end of summer.

He pushed his chair away and got up, leaving his plate where it was. I watched him walk away; at forty he was still the handsome man I fell in love with. His broad shoulders shrugged as he walked away, his lean figure disappearing out of the dining room. He was gone but the air was still filled with the smell of Brut, his signature smell since I was fifteen and had a crush on my father’s intern.

I packed the dishes into the sink and wiped the table clean. I saw my image in the wooden table top and I stopped to look at her. She couldn’t be thirty, was it true that when you were with an older man he sucked the age out of you? Or was it all the stress and depression that made me look so old. The lines were evident on my face, fine lines on my forehead and at the sides of my mouth. My small brown eyes didn’t sparkle the way they used to, instead they seemed lost. My hair was hardly ever kept these days and so I had put a scissors to it, removing any excess; now it was a ruffled mop of short curls. My thin lips seemed pale and cold. Anyone who knew me any time before two years ago, and saw me now at thirty, would think I was already dead.

I shrugged off that feeling that overtook me this time of day. Even on Sundays Ryan found something to do to avoid me. Right now he would be on the treadmill and then he would go out to play golf.

I washed the dishes, wiping at them as though I could erase the memories in my head as I did. I heard him move and I turned around. He was already dressed.

“You’re early” I said, a little disappointed. It made me feel a little normal to have him around even if he we never said anything to each other.

“Yes I think I will exercise at the club today,” he said as he walked away.

My heart sank. I couldn’t figure out where my life had gone wrong. What I had done to deserve this punishment; childless and husbandless, alone and forsaken. Suddenly I missed my daddy. I wanted to curl up like a little girl on his lap and tell him about my pains and sorrows. I wanted to lean on his chest and listen to his heart beat. I leaned against the sink and the tears came down. Even my daddy I had been robbed of. Diabetes had taken a toll on his life until it finally took it altogether. I hated the disease. It was diabetes that had caused me my children too. It ran through my veins like poison, seeping into everything I loved and treasured, snatching them from my grasps and leaving me with just the thin air through my fingers. I clasped my hand and prayed, I couldn’t blame God for this; after all, I needed him now more than ever. As I heard the car pull away from the house I picked up the phone and dialed the number for the art class.

A deep husky male voice answered as though I had awakened him, I turned and watched at the clock it was 9am on a Sunday; I shouldn’t have called so early.

“Hello!” he beckoned into my ear for the third time.

“Oh I am sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you,” I apologized.

“No, no, how may I help you?” he asked, the thickness of his voice sending goose bumps down my back.

“I was calling about the summer art class, the ad says it starts tomorrow, am I too late to sign up?” I asked

“No, no, we have a couple spaces left to fill, just hold for me please,” I was willing to oblige, there was just something about his voice that made me want to listen to him.

He was back within seconds as he took my information and gave me directions to where the classes would be held; in the gazebo by the front pond in the Botancial Gardens at 3.30pm.

“Do you have any prior experience in drawing?” he asked

“Only what I learnt in school,” I responded.

“May I ask why you are interested in this class?”

“Is that important?” I asked

“Not really but I like to have students who will actually give it a try, not just come for the sake of coming,” he said

“Oh I love art and drawing and I have tried doodling stuff before, followed a few online tutorials, but I guess I need someone there to guide me for me to be able to produce anything proper,” I added.

“Well that is what I am here for,” he said

Several minutes later we hung up and I stood leaning on the dining table with the phone against my chin trying to put a face to the voice. I watched at the little writing pad where I had written his name; Paul Degannes, and then I noticed that while taking to him I had drawn in eyes, nose, and a mouth in the D and put little devil’s horns at the top.

The next day; I walked nervously through the gardens, my feet crushing green grass. I hadn’t visited this place in a long time. Children were playing about under adult supervision. A couple on a bench under a huge plum tree, were making out. The air was fresh with the smell of grass and pollen. The breeze blew through every now and again making the leaves on the trees dance and even causing a few branches to sway in rhythm. The sun was up in the west and beaming down with all its glory for 3pm on a Monday afternoon. It was summer and everything was out in its glory. The Hibiscus trees were flourishing with their pinks, reds, peaches and whites. I could smell the scent of pollen dust as the breeze took it up and it danced in the air. The Buttercups seemed perched on the trees like little goblets waiting to be used by the lovers to have their wine.

 I walked on with my arms wrapped around my body, my little cloth bag with my art accessories hanging from my right shoulder and my big straw hat on my head. I had chosen fawn colored Capris and a white cotton top, loose around my body for comfort. I looked up and saw the image of him standing in the Gazebo. His hands were on his waist, his chest puffed out like a superhero and a smile at the side of his mouth as he watched me walk towards him. Suddenly, I felt naked and tried to look away. His eyes, black eyes, seemed to swallow me. His caramel skin shone in the heat of the day as though someone had oiled him down. He was wearing a black vest and a pair of black track pants, and looked more like a bodybuilder than an artist. I tried to look away, but his stare had me ensnarled. I felt his eyes move about my body and it made me hug myself tighter. I quickened my steps so the torture of walking under his gaze would be over. In what seemed like a millionth of a second I went falling to the ground with my hands flaying. I had stepped into some sort of hole in the ground, my ankle twisted to the side and my body went crashing down.
I was sitting rubbing my feet and grimacing from the pain of my twisted ankle when a pair of strong hands wrapped themselves around me and helped me to my feet. Soon I was up; my body leaning on his. I could smell him; the smell of manly sweat mixed with a musky cologne. He smiled, his face inches away from mine, it wasn’t a complete smile, it was the one he had been giving me all the time with his lips barely curled at the side. I could feel the bulges of his chest against my breast, the hardness of his thighs against mine, the strength of his hold around my body and then I felt it. The blood rushed through my body flooding my face and eyes as I felt the snake like object pushing against my Capri pants against my skin. I looked up at him and his face bore no shame. He was still smiling, his lips still curled at the side and suddenly the image I had drawn on the D in his name appeared and I saw the devil’s horns above his head. I tried to push him away but the pain in my ankle was too much. Before I knew it, he was carrying me in his arms to a chair. With my arms around his neck, our eyes locked on each other’s as he walked me across the gazebo and for the first time in months I was aroused. It wasn’t like a teenage girl and her first crush, oh no, my entire body was alive in his arms and it was common decency that stopped me when he put me on that chair, it was the recluse inside me that held the reins and kept me from giving myself to him the first time we met.

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So, did you enjoy my first episode? Are you interested in knowing what happens next? If so just come on back next week for episode 2, I promise the heat will be turned up.

Tomorrow our dear and lovely Cathy will be bringing Sea of Seductions and I can't wait to read it.