I am trying something different with these stories. Instead of writing a single narrative, I have written 10 vignettes from a relationship. Each chapter alternates between the point of view of the two main characters and is written as if talking to the other person.
In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or less, which is something of a challenge for me. They take place in chronological order, although there may be days, weeks or months between chapters.
Please let me know what you think of this style by leaving a comment or send me feedback via email.
Enjoy!
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He said
"Do you remember what happened when we drove to Disney World back in college?"
You know what I'm getting at, but you play coy. "You mean when your tire blew out on I-4?"
I give you the "WTF, Really?" look. You giggle innocently.
Our arms are intertwined even though we don't hold hands. You're wearing a low-cut sundress that is perfect for sailing away on a cruise ship. It shows off your big tits, your round hips and your shapely thighs.
You are thick with three C's and a Q.
And for this weekend, it's just the two of us.
"The GPS says we've got an hour and eight minutes. One of us needs to cum before we get to the dock," I say after a couple of miles pass.
"Both of us need to cum," you purr in my ear.
My cock is already half-hard as you begin stroking me over my cargo shorts.
"You first," I run my hand up your thigh. Your panties have disappeared, if you were even wearing any when I picked you up at your apartment.
I spread your labia with my fingers. Thank heavens for smart cruise control and lane keep assist!
You shudder when I slip a fingertip inside you. Then two.
"Recline your seat," I tell you. "Unbutton your dress. Pull your bra down. I want your tits out."
Under the Florida sun, your body is splayed out in the passenger's seat of my car. Your neatly-trimmed pussy is on display, as are those nipples that just beg to be suckled.
Still fingering you, I approach a big rig in the right lane.
"Touch your breasts," I breathe, mesmerised as always by your tits.
I cut off the cruise control as we pull up next to the semi in the middle lane.
"Is he looking at you?"
"It's a woman," you whisper as I continue to finger your pussy. Even with the air conditioning on, the car is starting to smell of your sweet sex.
"Does she see you?"
"Yes," you smile. "She's staring at my tits."
"Suck on them." I glance over and try not to drift out of my lane.
The trucker sounds her horn a couple of times. You blow the driver a kiss as I speed up.
By now, you're soaked. My fingers are coated in your juices.
I pull up next to another eighteen-wheeler. I see the driver is an old man with a long white beard and ponytail.
Matching his speed, I continue to fondle you. You spread your legs wider for me.
Alternating between rubbing your clit and penetrating you with my fingers, you moan enthusiastically.
I hear the truck's horn sound twice. Your head has fallen to the side. Your jaw is slack.
Behind your sunglasses, your eyes are glazed over.
Your delicate hands cup your breasts. You pinch your nipples indulgently.
"Harder," you gasp.
"How do you ask?" I tease.
