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Three Erotic Stories by
Anonymous V.
Contents:
The Confession
The Call
Handprint
The Confession
Amanda doesn’t turn on the lamp.
The bedroom is only the clock and the strip of hall light she lets in with the door. She stands there a second in what she wore to leave him: a dark dress that still looks like an evening, sheer black stockings, the welt a little crooked now, one heel already in her hand so the floor won’t give her away. Her mouth is swollen. Her hair is not the hair he kissed goodnight.
She sets the heel down. The nylon whispers when she sits on his side of the bed.
“Jonathon.”
Soft. Fingers on his scalp, slow, the way she knows he likes. Again, lower.
“Baby. Wake up. I need to tell you something.”
He comes up out of sleep into her perfume and somebody else’s sweat under it. She is already smiling at him, guilty and lit, like a woman who has been kept late by a secret she intends to share.
“Don’t sit up yet,” she whispers. “Just listen. I want you hard before I finish.”
Her nails draw a thin line down the back of his neck. She leans in so the words hit his ear and nowhere else.
“I was with Greg.”
She lets the name hang. Then she fills it.
“I went over after you fell asleep. I told myself I was only going to talk. I had the dress on and the stockings on and I knocked like a guest. He opened the door in a t-shirt and nothing else and I was done being a guest.” She breathes a laugh against his temple. “God, Jonathon. His mouth was on me in the hallway. He picked me up. My heel scraped the wall. He didn’t ask if you knew. He didn’t have to.”
Her hand slides under the sheet and finds him. She makes a small pleased sound when she feels what the story is already doing.
“He put me on the table first. Dress up. Stockings on. He ripped my panties because he didn’t want to wait and I didn’t stop him. I looked down and watched that big black cock notch against me and I said his name like a prayer I wasn’t supposed to say in this house.” She strokes him slow, matching the pace of the memory. “He stretched me. I felt it in my stomach. I came on the second thrust with my hand over my own mouth so the neighbors wouldn’t know I was being ruined in a kitchen.”