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STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (IV)
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DIRTY DREAMS STORY 62 - FUCKED OVER THE COAST LINE (I)
The robe is hotel-issue white terry, thick as a towel, smelling faintly of industrial lavender, and I have been wearing it for nineteen minutes with no intention of putting on anything else. Seventeen hours of travel. A marriage that ended in April. A best friend who told me I needed a vacation instead of a therapist and then booked the room before I could build an argument against it.She was right, which is annoying, but the Amalfi Coast at sunset makes it hard to hold a grudge. The water runs turquoise into navy in a gradient that looks retouched, the sun bleeding orange across all of it, and Positano stacks itself up the cliff in pinks and ochres at angles no engineer would ever sign off on. My room sits on the twelfth floor with the balcony hanging out over the drop. Looking down turns my stomach over. Looking out does the opposite, opening something in my chest that’s been shut since spring, and I stand there with wet hair and bare feet on stone still warm from the day and take
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (IV)
I cum again bent over his kitchen island with my wrists crossed behind me and my cheek on cold granite, and the kitchen throws the sound back at us doubled.We end up on the tile because the tile is where gravity was always sending us. He goes down first and pulls me over him and then rolls us, and the floor is freezing against my shoulder blades and I don’t care.“Your floor is filthy,” I inform him.“You’re cumming on it. Seems fine to me.”I pull his hair and he retaliates by biting the side of my neck, hard, and I know exactly what that’s going to look like in the elevator tomorrow and I let him do it anyway. My nails go down his back from his shoulders to his ass, and I feel the skin rise under my fingers, and he groans and fucks me harder into his own kitchen floor, and we are both going to be a mess in daylight.His bedroom is the last room we enter, and it’s the only one that matters.It shares my wall. That’s the wall. The headboard that’s been waking me since March is bolted
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (III)
Two fingers push back in while his mouth stays on my clit, and the combination undoes me faster than I’d like – under two minutes, because six months of arguing in doorways was foreplay and the first honest contact detonates everything that’s been stacking up since March.I cum against his mouth with my thigh locked over his shoulder and my hand fisted in his hair, and I’m loud enough that the downstairs neighbor is definitely awake now, and I don’t care, because for the first time in half a year I am making noise in this building on purpose.He stands up with his mouth and chin shining, looking obscenely pleased with himself.“Couch,” I say, pushing him backward by the chest.He goes down onto the cushions and I climb over him, and the springs make their specific squeak – the one I know, the one I’ve laid in the dark listening to while other women made sounds I pretended not to hear.There’s still fabric between us. I settle down onto the ridge of him through the joggers and grind, a
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (II)
I shove past him.His apartment is mine flipped, and it’s disorienting to walk into a mirror of your own life that smells like somebody else’s soap. The speakers are two towers flanking the couch, big enough that I can see the air moving in front of them. I go for the power button with the specific fury of a woman who has not slept properly since February.He catches my wrist before I reach it.Not hard. His hand closes around my forearm and stops it, and that’s all. I turn and he’s right there, closer than he’s ever been, close enough that I can smell the sweat and the beer and something underneath both that is just him, and my body reads the proximity and floods before my brain files an objection.“Don’t touch my equipment,” he says, low.“Then turn it off yourself.”“No.”“You are the worst neighbor in this building. You’re loud, you’re selfish, you have never once considered that other people live here, and I have wanted to strangle you since March –”“And you’re standing in my ap
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 61 - THE NEIGHBOR ON MY INSIDE (I)
The note taped to my door reads: Your vacuum at 7 AM on a SATURDAY violates the Geneva Convention. – 5BI peel it off and put it in the kitchen drawer with the other eleven, which is a habit I’ve decided not to examine, and then I stand in my own hallway holding the drawer open like a woman consulting evidence in a trial that will never happen. Six months of this. Six months since Ethan in 5B moved into the unit that shares my bedroom wall and started treating a residential building like a venue.The wall is the whole problem. My headboard touches it. My pillow is maybe eight inches from whatever he’s doing over there, and what he’s doing over there at any given hour involves sub-bass, because he produces music for a living, or he claims to, and the production apparently requires a volume that walks my water glass across the nightstand in tiny increments until it commits suicide onto the floor.I’ve filed three complaints. The building manager told me the noise policy is “more of a gu
DIRTY DREAMS STORY 60 - THEIR WANTED VICTIM (IV)
The ropes come loose and get retied before I’ve finished turning, and then I’m face-down with my wrists still bound and my hips propped high on the pillow they’ve wedged under me. One of them enters from behind and the angle lets him reach further than anything has all night, his hips cracking against my ass on every stroke. The other kneels in front of my hooded face and finds my mouth through the opening in the fabric, and the upside-down angle opens my throat for him in a way that makes both of us make sounds.Face-down. Hooded. Bound at four points. One cock in me from behind and one in my mouth from the front, in a cabin I could not locate on a map, being worked over by men whose faces I have never seen.What happens next isn’t a series of orgasms so much as one long unbroken state I get stuck inside, because the stimulation never lets up long enough for me to come down. When one of them adjusts, the other compensates. When I clamp down in climax, the cock inside me drives harder
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