Alle Kapitel von Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

He gave her a choice.“You can be blind or deaf,” he said.Tonight, she wouldn’t have it all; he wouldn’t allow it. She had been spoiled for far too long.So, quickly, and without question, she gave him her answer.“I’d rather go blind.”The words came from trembling lips and she looked him in the eye as she said it.“Fine then,” he said, and put the earplugs down on the table.He turned her around and covered her eyes with the black silk scarf. He tied the ends around her head taking care not to tangle or pull her soft, black curls.She couldn’t see a thing when he was done.“Get up on all fours, on the table.”His voice came from directly behind her, and with his assistance, she did as she was told.She hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of his tool. She wouldn’t know what he would be using to tame her.Ironically, as she waited in the seconds that turned to torturous minutes, she closed her eyes anyway antici- pating him drawing back his powerful, dark arm. Then he landed his

PVC, latex, leather and leashes: not my cup of tea, but the people here like it, and I like that they have somewhere to go. I’m a little spaced out. I’m drinking bottled Czech beer and earlier, we smoked some weed that made my scalp prickle. The friends I came with are away somewhere, up to no good. I don’t mind that. I’mwatching this sex carnival from the margins.The room is color saturated and molten, light sliding over costumes that gleam like liquid. A woman with orange hair in a beetle-black catsuit is giving head to a guy reclining in an elaborate leather chair raised on chrome scaffolding. His wide-spread legs are hooked over padded arms. His eyes are closed. The chair makes me think of my last gynecological exam. I asked her not to use K-Y because it gives me a yeast infection. Sheopened a drawer packed with little sachets. “It’s the glycerin,” I said. “Sugar upsets my vagina.” I meant the PH balance, but she understood.She checked a couple of sachets. “Sorry, they don’

They’re lucky no one looks twice at two girls standing close together, whispering and giggling. People just accept a higher level of intimacy between female friendsand Danielle intends to take full advantage.They move together, not quite dancing, not quite on the beat, but just swaying, their bodies brushing against each other. Danielle guides their movements, repeatedly getting so close that Jen takes a step back. Danielle herds Jen, one step at a time, until her back is against the wall in the darkest corner of the club.The flashing colored lights swing their way a couple of times a minute, but when the frantic illumination moves on they are plunged into near darkness once more.Danielle has never been more grateful for Jen’s pref- erence for short skirts. She’s such a petite thing, she canget away with it.“Dani, what are you doing?” Jen asks, pretending to be scandalized as Danielle slides a hand between her thighs, fingers playing against the soft, tender flesh. Jen bites her

I’d just swallowed the last sip of my margarita when I felt the vibration of my phone in my purse. I pulled it out to read the text: Seven o’clock—and don’t forget your hairbrush. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling dry. Glancing at the time, I became filled with panic. It was twenty minutes till seven, and I was with coworkers at a bar a few blocks from the office, celebrating the closure of a very lucrative contract for our agency. There was no way I’d be able to make it back home and then to Jason’s place in time. I’d been expecting to hear from him the following evening, having spent the week dreaming about the sinful pleasures he’d promised me upon his return. But he’d gone and surprised me, first by showing up early, and second by giving me an impossible task. I offered a hasty good-bye to my staff, hoping they’d blame the liquor for my flushed cheeks. But I could feel the heat in my face, embarrassed because I was rushing off to have my bottom bared and spanked by the one

Oh, am I early?” Lorraine looked around the confer- ence room. “I was afraid I was a little late.”“No, you are a little late,” said Dr. Melling cheer- fully. “But only a little.”After being a junior colleague of Dina’s for two years, Lorraine didn’t know why she still had a tendency to think of her as “Dr. Melling”—especially since the department favored professor over doctor on the rare occasions that they bothered with formality. Maybe it was the warm but penetrating character of Dina’s eyes, as seen through those adorably round-and-tiny glasses. Dr. Melling, always shining through these glasses, had a confidence-inspiring presence—at the same time, para- doxically, as Lorraine’s lust for her inevitably made the assistant professor a self-conscious, neurotic mess.“How are you tonight?”“Not bad,” Lorraine replied. Settling into her seat, she then added a “How about you?”—but she was conscious of having waited an instant too long to say it, thus intro- ducing a moment of awkwar