Strangers It fell in slow motion, the last drop of salty sweat onto her writhing torso. Announcing my climax, I withdrew. Her fingers replaced my girth, a distraction as I felt his strong grip. Staring into my eyes, my desperate need for relief amused her. His firm grasp stroked my shaft and provoked the savage need from my loins. Softly squeezing my balls, I buckled in orgasm. The teeming mass of bodies moved as one, lost in each other, all were strangers in this private moment.
Adrenaline, alcohol, and lust fused into this perfect cocktail. Their hands chased against each other, a gossamer caress along her slight waist, and those meandering fingertips raised a soft gasp. He let me handcuff him to our bed. With a deft flick of her wrist, his body writhed with a rumbling groan. Relishing the control, the zephyr breeze from the open french doors caressed her naked body.
As the harbinger of their doom, his intuition bayed for blood. Someone, a woman, called out for Coulter. A locked kitchen door proved no barrier and he blasted the lock with his revolver. Its juxtaposition with the anodyne white made it look more brooding and malevolent.
He wondered back to those dangerous days and how adversity threw them together. The teaspoon clattered against the saucer and he checked his wristwatch. Yvette Piper was late and he had no idea why. It did not take much these He slapped it again and plunged deep into her. Looking down, the black lace suspenders and stocking tops melded perfectly into her taut flanks. His penis glistened with her juices snug around her labia. Inside her at its hilt, she squeezed involuntarily and moaned.
Rearing up, he caught her gaze into the mirror. An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind. His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move. Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor.
Dark, sunken rings around pink fatigued eyes glared back. His waxy pallor, the colour of plain paper and his skin, the texture of gruel haunted him. Wearily, he carried a pained and troubled countenance.
The long abominable night never felt lonelier as he stared from Her half-open mouth pouted, she took his finger, and sucked on it seductively. Brimmed with lust before his eyes, Harry smiled as the epilogue to Chapter Thirty-Six approached. Laura enjoyed a chilled champagne and he nursed a generous brandy.
A heavy primal bass pounded out the rhythm of sex. In this bar area, on its blood-red crescent sofas, couples mingled to enjoy the visual stimulus of two half-naked cage dancers. The dancer cavorted as Harry and Laura watched intently.