RENEE “Oh, Robert...” I moaned as he restarted the vibrator, a mischievous grin on his face as he shot me a glance before looking back to the road. My legs tingled as my thighs shook uncontrollably, and I gripped the seat's sides to keep myself steady. Despite the air conditioning and the cool breeze blowing in from outside, beads of sweat clogged around my neck. Nothing could relieve the heat I felt all over my body and I moaned and whimpered in delight as Robert chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the agony he was inflicting on me.We'd been driving through the streets for hours, with dusk approaching and a remote-controlled sex toy was buried in my pussy. Robert was refusing to give me the satisfaction I craved, and damn if I wasn’t frustrated already. He’d turn off the vibrating device between my legs when my breathing became shallow, and I was about to go over the edge. He was doing this deliberately because he didn’t want me to orgasm yet.He was mentally and physically infur

RENEE The sun hung low over us as Nicole and I jogged through the streets together, a gentle breeze brushing the hair from our faces. The city was bustling, with a few people milling about on street corners or in restaurants. Others rushed past the sidewalk with their hands tucked into their coats. I took everything in with all my senses. Couples were loitering, and a sly smile crossed my lips, as I remembered that I'd be seeing Robert soon. Only yesterday, he'd given me several heady orgasms in his car, and we'd spent the entire afternoon together, but it felt like an eternity since I'd seen him last.Even as I jogged, our conversation from last night echoed in my mind, and I blushed uncontrollably, hoping Nicole wouldn't notice. “What’re we having for dinner?” Nicole asked, tugging at my sleeve and hitting my shoulders. I stopped jogging, pausing to catch my breath, setting aside my thoughts of Robert. “Huh?” “I said, what’re we having for dinner?” She asked again, her long r

RENEE 'Please accept my apologies, Renee. I wasn't in the right frame of mind then, and...' As I thought of Dylan's apologies from last night, bubbles of laughter rose in my throat. I lay back and stared at the ceiling of my room dreamily. My eyes fluttered open and closed as I tried to stop thinking about Dylan and the rowdy conversation we'd had the day before, but I couldn't. His demeanor, audacity, and the way he casually guilt-tripped me with his story made me suspect he was up to no good. I never found out his true intentions though and dare say I felt a bit relieved. I didn’t want to know, or did I? Oh well. Again, I remembered the useless bouquet of roses he'd brought, and I couldn't keep the mocking giggle that escaped my lips. What the hell? Dylan thought he could apologize and bring me flowers, and everything would be alright. Why would he do that all of a sudden? He was so pitiful for someone who'd broken up with me without thinking twice. Just thinking about him ir

RENEE “That was the plan, baby girl. The plan... the freaking plan...” I shivered as Robert's husky voice whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my skin. As he trailed kisses down my throat, the sharp stubble of his beard grazed the exposed skin at the side of my shoulders, and I let out a soft whimper. He didn't stop until he reached the crook of my neck, his mouth sucking hungrily at the flesh there and nibbling with his teeth. I felt shocks run through my body like little lightning bolts, making me visibly shudder. “Oh, God! Please, Robert.” I muttered, pushing gently with my shoulders. “For goodness' sake, I'm cooking...”“Good evening to you, too as well, baby girl.” He chuckled darkly, and before I could say anything else, Robert's right hand reached for the spoon I was holding. He turned me around, dropped the steel utensil on the kitchen countertop, and pushed me away from the cooking island. “Rob... Robert? What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening as I looked at

All it takes for people to go insane is one night alone with themselves and their greatest fear. “Hex” by Thomas Olde Heuvelt.~•~ HOTEL DE GRANDE, ORLANDO, FLORIDA.August 18th. 2***17:25pm. GMT-5. ~•~ AMANDA I had to do something, and it had to be soon. The sound of my stiletto heels kept striking the car’s floorboard, and it echoed alongside the eerily soothing music blasting from the vehicle’s speaker system. Ever since I’d driven into this hotel parking lot after getting Robert’s exact location by tracking his cell phone number, I’d known there was no turning back. The nagging feeling that I was about to discover a shocking revelation bored a hole in my mind, and sure enough, I’d gotten what I’d signed up for. “What the hell?” I murmured as I continued staring at Robert and the strawberry blonde-haired bimbo walking next to him. The woman he was fucking recently and spending extravagant amounts of money on, according to the information I got from my private informant.