Pagan

Pagan

She loved playing with names and men.  By day she was simple and demur, but when the sun went down, she was a vixen with an appetite for the unspeakable.  This wasn’t the first time I chose to be her toy, nor would it be the last.  Once, we used a red velvet rope, another time we ended up pressed against a glass window seven stories up for all the world to see, and even more salacious, was the time in the park on 4^th street in broad daylight.  I’ll never look at that park bench the same again. 

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Lust Always Rings Twice

Lust Always Rings Twice

The bell did not seem to work so I knocked harder.  I was running behind and frustrated.  I was half tempted to just toss the package into the bush and then the door creaked open.  I had barely looked up, intending to get out of there as quick as possible, but that changed with one single glance. She stood there on red heels with her sheer night gown open, smiling at me.  I swallowed hard.  She spoke soft and honey filled.  “I think this delivery may take you a while.  Do you want to come in?”

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Man Hungry

Man Hungry

“I’m happy to give you anything you want, just not here.” He said, standing before her. She smiled, slowly kneeling before him. “There’s only one thing of yours I want and I want it right now.” She said while working his zipper. He stumbled backwards searching for escape. “There’s people here at the party, someone can walk in at any moment.” He murmured. She laughed, crawling toward him, her white dress falling at the shoulders. “Let them watch” she whispered. With his back against the wall, he submitted. She finally found what she wanted, swallowing him into her hungry mouth.

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The Married Kind

Book or Title: The Married Kind

Original Author Dean McCoy

Location of Work Blog: Pulp Covers

Julie woke up this morning before anyone else in the house just a she always does.   She applied some light makeup to accentuate her soft blue eyes and combed straight her long sleep bunched chestnut hair.  Soon after, she headed down stairs.   As she cranked the coffee machine on and began making the kids their lunches she smiled looking forward to another monotonous day.  She settled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch making sure to cut the crust off her youngest daughter’s sandwich, because in her daughter’s words, “I simply cannot not have any crust on my sandwich.”  It was the new cool thing to do at school or so Julie had been told by her child.

Soon the kids were buzzing about the kitchen making a mess and Julie only shook her head knowing she would have to clean it all up.   Her husband followed shortly after in his normal panicked “I am late for work” fashion and as he sped by her she handed him a thermos of piping hot coffee.  “Have a good day dear”, she said as he kissed her on the way out. 

She watched him through the kitchen window get into his car and speed away.  At that very moment the school bus came rumbling down the street and stopped in front of her house squealing like old school busses did and Julie called out to her children to hurry or they would miss the bus.  A few seconds later she walked out with her children, handing them their lunches, and uttered an expected good morning hello to the bus driver.