When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

She knew that it was not fit for it. “Can you help me with the zipper?” She asked, turning slightly to expose her back. A small smile formed on her lips, and I knew that she was doing her best to have an effect on me, an effect that she hadn't had for a very long time, something that she had noticed.

Never remember the way the setting sun had touched her skin. Untouched. My mind seized on the word and immediately became my worst enemy. I heard her clear her throat behind me. “You can turn around.” I waited a moment before obeying. When I turned, she was standing on the bank in her clean shift, her wet hair swept over one shoulder. Her chin was lifted and her expression was composed. She had the unmistakable dignity of a woman who had decided she would not be embarrassed by what had happened and was daring me to make it worse.

It was a clear invitation from her. So I opened the door and I was awestruck at what I saw. She was under the shower and her back was facing me. She didn't turn around hearing the door opening sound. Instead she took her hair to the front so that I could have a better view of her naked back.

We turned into another beat and her back was now facing them. "Yes, nothing you need to be concerned about," she said through gritted teeth. We silently watched each other as we swayed to the melody. She twirls and gracefully turns and moved to the beat. Until she pushed me away. The signal was sounded but I was too shocked to move. This scene was all too familiar and I was struggling to speak. "My lady, what's wrong?" I asked. Trying to focus on my lines instead of the traumatic feeling that is slowly revealing.

She turns slightly and smirks at me, not even bothering to stop her moaning or the motions in her hips. Everything goes black once again…

She toyed with her food, every bite tasting of defiance. Halfway through, he set his fork down and leaned back, watching her. “Stand.” Her fork clattered to the plate. “What?” “Stand.” She swallowed, pulse hammering, but she rose. The silk dress rippled around her legs. “Turn around.” Heat rushed to her cheeks. “No.” “Turn. Around.” His voice was low, commanding. It pulled at her like invisible strings. Against her own will, she turned, her back to him. She felt his eyes on her spine, her hips, the sway of silk.

"You're no fun." "Okay," she relents, a real smile finally gracing her lips. "But you have to turn around and not look back, okay." I sigh dramatically but turn my back. I'm no stranger to her body. I remember every inch, every curve, every gasp. Since that first time, I haven't even thought about another woman. "Don't turn around," she warns again.

She nodded. Moved toward the door of the sitting room. Stopped. She did not turn around. Just—stopped, for a moment, in the doorway. Her back to him. The pearl studs visible at her ears. The simple clothes. The woman she was when she wasn't performing the role she had been prepared since birth to perform.

I said behind her. I could never get tired of staring at her backside. But right now! I want to see her beautiful eyes. I want to see her facial expression. So, she didn’t turn around. I rolled my eyes. They heard her scream! But it wasn’t her screaming. We both heard it. “What was that? She said. She finally turned around because not by me, but someone screamed. I know what that scream means. I smirked, and she stared at me, confused.

“Lift the back of your shift for me. All the way up to your neck. You can still keep your chest covered, but show me your whole back please.” “Why?” “You’ll see. You’ll like it. I promise.” “Can you turn around for a minute please?” “Sure.” I turned to face the other side of the bed. I heard her sigh then slowly sit up. I heard some clothes move around then her lay back down. I could hear her breath quicken. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or what, but I waited until she told me I could turn back around. What I found made me swallow the drool pooling in my mouth. Her back was fully exposed, along with most of her side. She looked perfect, and so soft. Her eyes though were filled with worry.