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I tried to sit up, but my muscles refused to obey the frantic commands of my brain. I was a passenger in my own body, trapped in the charcoal silk sheets of the penthouse bedroom. "Adrian... stay still. You’re still trembling." Sandra’s voice. It was a soft, melodic poison that seemed to vibrate inside my skull. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her blonde hair perfectly styled, her eyes full of a dark, triumphant glow that made my skin crawl. She looked like she had just won a war, her silk robe slipping just enough to be provocative, but all I saw was a snake in human skin.

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

“Hey, woman! Come back here! Don’t run away!” •• As Loki ran fast from that blond haired man and never thought she forgot her shoes and her I.D card also dropped off. Then she ended up going back to her place and searched anywhere to find both of her I.D card and shoes. She sighed and ended up buying new shoes at the near shop. “Damn. it's blond guy's fault” as she grinned her teeth in anger. 'It was a gift from my ex but maybe that's the sign of our relationship is ended forever.’ She thought as her eyes tears fall.

She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

Love was never as beautiful as fairy tales. “After all these years,” Sandra said, smiling and approaching. She came close to the frozen Velia. “I didn't expect us to meet again.” Velia forced herself not to tremble. She held her ground as she replied. “I also didn't expect to meet you.” Sandra, who now had a few strands of white hair, seemed to evaluate Velia. Her eyes scanned Velia from top to bottom. “After meeting me...” Sandra's eyes rose and stared intently at Velia.

"You're right, Sandra. It's like he unravels layers of my soul with every touch, every stolen glance. When he brushes his fingers against my skin, it's electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through my veins. I can't help but long for more." Sandra leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Ah, the dance of desire, my dear Eve. It's a delicate balance, a symphony of heartbeats. But remember, passion is an art, and it's essential to savor each brushstroke of pleasure. Allow yourself to indulge in the intoxicating sweetness of the moment."

This Sandro is not interested. I am not in Whiltred. I am not with my father. I need to find a way now. To stay here longer until I decide on my next step. “Sandro—,” “We are done, Vincenzo,” Sandro said with finality. VINCENZO? Of all the names... My sleep-deprived brain immediately pictured the mafia lawyer from that K-drama. And I burst into laughter.