(Feedback is welcome.)
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It's about the chase.
When the chase is over, when you've won or lost...At that point the boredom starts to set in. It might take days. It might take months, years, but at some point your attention starts to wander. It's this aspect of human nature that has brought us here.
Day 1
She remembered being tired. So tired. She reviewed the last of her emails for the day and verifying that none of them were urgent she closed the client and shut down her machine. The rest of the cubicles in the office were dark already. She felt alone, isolated from the rest of the world as she gathered her belongings and headed for the door. She passed the same desks she'd passed every day for the past four years. She rode the same elevator. She waved to the same security guard. She moved through the same turnstile. The only difference was the utter feeling of emptiness pressing down on her.
She chafed her hands together to warm them as she logged onto her computer at home. She understood the irony of moving from her work computer straight to her home computer. But her connection to the internet felt like her connection to the rest of the world, the rest of humanity. And she was horny. She logged onto a few story sites and began to read. She read a few romance stories, a few BDSM stories, a few exhibitionist stories. Each one she read tonight had flaws that drove her nuts. Typos, bad syntax, horrid dialog... And yet she'd keep reading. But they weren't the stories that really drew her attention. She couldn't even begin to explain it. Didn't want to try. The stories that really drew her attention, really turned her on, were the non-consent stories, the coercions, the fantasy rapes...
Opening up one of her favorites, her hand slipped down under her pajama pants and into her panties. At the first touch of her cold fingers she shivered. The shiver raced up her body sending a thrill to her nipples and causing a sharp intake of breath. She slid her finger along each one of her lips and then pressed it to her clit. She could feel the moisture beginning to spread as she read the words on the screen. It was as much the images in her head as it was the words on the screen. Women helplessly spread before powerful men. The thought of knowing how badly someone familiar or strange wanted to be inside you, to fuck you. A wave of desire coursed through her body and she started to rub her clit. The more she rubbed, the emptier her pussy felt. She closed her eyes and daydreamed.
She was sitting in a plain wooden chair in a dark room. She was playing with herself but she was no longer in her cute, comfy pajamas. She was in a sexy sheer teddy and thong. Her fingers played with the thong as she rubbed her clit. She moaned aloud and then started as a voice whispered hotly in her ear.
"Mmm...Do that again. It sounded delicious..."
And then a dark, handsome man came into view. His facial features were indistinct but his body was hard and strong. He was fully clothed which seemed odd compared to her current state. Knowing she had been caught playing with herself sent fire through her loins and she moaned again. She rubbed harder, faster and her hips started to jerk a little. She was getting close and they both knew. The man walked closer. His gait was casual, circling like he was stalking prey. He grinned and his grin was cruel. He reached for her and she shied back. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"Don't move!" It was a command that brooked no argument.
Her mind was whirling with pleasure, fear, excitement. Her hand stilled as ordered although her body was burning for release. Her pussy was soaked and there was a light sheen on her hot skin. The stranger ran his fingers light as a feather down her neck, the side of her breast, across her nipple, down her side, and to her pussy. As soon as his fingertip touched her she forgot her body, she forgot her need, she forgot to breathe. All of her attention focussed on his fingertips. He circled her clit a few times then slid his finger lower and circled the edges of her hole with his fingertip.
"Rub your clit" His voice was still commanding, but this time with a hint of amusement like he understood exactly the condition he was putting her in.
