If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it.…
Story originally published as “Traffic Stop” on the Lustful Literate website, Feb. 13, 2012.
Frigid. That’s what the son-of-a-bitch had left me with. You’re too frigid for me. You lack enthusiasm in the bedroom. You’re too formal about everything. It has to be your way…it has to be just so… I can’t take it anymore. And then he got up from the table, leaving a perfectly good, still steaming,…
The only thing I remember specifically is that her lips were painted red. She could have been tanned, pink-skinned, brown, short, tall, young, or old. None of that was obvious, or memorable, in the shadows of the hallway where I found her sitting, the dim blue-white lights humming and flickering above. In the middle of…
To read prior parts of the story, click HERE. Surprisingly, as I’d been naked most of the day, I was suddenly very aware of my body. The weight of my breasts shifted toward my armpits, and I felt his breath waft lightly across my lower belly. “Offer yourself,” He commanded. Somehow, my body knew He expected…
