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What are we?
Chapter 17 in The Contact
She changed positions. Lifted off him — the \*pop\* of his cock leaving her, her rim winking shut behind it, pink and glistening — and climbed off. She moved to the center of the bed. Hands and knees. Ass up. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Come here.” Her voice was t...
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Only Ray
Chapter 16 in The Contact
The bedroom. Late. It didn’t start tender. It started in the hallway — her back against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands gripping the hem of the t-shirt and pulling it up and over and off. She was bare underneath — no bra, just skin, her tits moving with the pull of the fa...
1 week ago 4,757 Words 12 Likes 472 Views -
Five Days
Chapter 15 in The Contact
James drove the last hour with the radio off. The highway south was clear, the snow gone by Akron, the sky opening into the February grey he’d been looking at all week. The car smelled like coffee and Mike’s aftershave — Mike had hugged him in the driveway at six, the same hard...
1 week ago 5,583 Words 5 Likes 402 Views -
Honest
Chapter 14 in The Contact
Thursday afternoon, the conference room emptied. Patel’s junior had taken the last of the Phase II binders. The compliance reps were in the elevator. Jenna was closing her laptop when Ray’s voice came from the doorway. “Have dinner with me.” She looked up. He was leaning agains...
2 weeks ago 6,766 Words 11 Likes 461 Views -
Eleven Minutes
Chapter 13 in The Contact
The highway was three hours of grey sky and the smell of Ray’s cologne fading out of her hair. Jenna had the window cracked two inches. The cold February air cut across the cabin and she let it, because the alternative was the sealed car and the smell and the smell meant the roo...
2 weeks ago 6,028 Words 9 Likes 482 Views -
Sunday Morning
Chapter 12 in The Contact
The hotel room had been rearranged by what happened in it. The duvet was on the floor. One pillow was against the headboard at an angle that defied explanation. The sheets were a twisted rope. The white teddy was — she spotted it draped over the desk lamp, the garter belt on the...
1 month ago 4,861 Words 17 Likes 743 Views -
Blondie
Chapter 11 in The Contact
When the contractions slowed he pulled out. The drag of his cock leaving her was a long slow theft — the ridge of the head catching at her rim on the way out, the wet sound of separation, and then the emptiness. The hollow of it hit her like a hand pulled away mid-touch — the su...
1 month ago 7,044 Words 15 Likes 739 Views -
The Threshold
Chapter 10 in The Contact
“We have to film this,” she said. He looked down at her. Blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, mascara starting to run, her fist barely closing around the base of him. Her mouth close enough that he could feel her breathing on the head. The expression looking up at him was not...
1 month ago 7,206 Words 18 Likes 725 Views -
White Lace
Chapter 9 in The Contact
Fluorescent light. The harsh, flattening, hospital-grade fluorescence hotels installed to make everything look worse. She stood in front of the mirror and the woman looking back was tired and flushed and had wine on her breath and was holding a shopping bag a fifty-three-year-old...
1 month ago 6,267 Words 15 Likes 653 Views -
Room 714
Chapter 8 in The Contact
Ray pulled his phone out as he made it to the elevator. The hallway was empty. Beige carpet, identical doors, the ice machine humming at the far end. He leaned against the wall and called James. It rang. Four times. Five. Voicemail. Ray waited for the beep. Then he started tal...
1 month ago 5,750 Words 17 Likes 619 Views -
Follow My Lead
Chapter 7 in The Contact
The drive was three hours of flat highway and the kind of weather that turned Ohio into a colorless rumor of itself. She drove her own car — Meridian had offered a corporate ride and she’d declined without thinking about why and then thought about why for the first forty miles....
1 month ago 5,888 Words 16 Likes 649 Views -
The Countdown
Chapter 6 in The Contact
The clock read four-fifty and James had already been staring at it for forty minutes. Jenna beside him, breathing slow, one leg thrown over the bunched sheet. The sheet had slipped to her thighs in the night and her ass was right there — heavy, pushed out of the underwear she sl...
1 month ago 5,745 Words 10 Likes 685 Views -
Hughs calling
Chapter 11 in "We were on a break!"
Mara rolled her hips in tight circles, grinding down on every inch of Dre's cock buried inside her. She could feel him everywhere — stretching her walls apart, the thick head pressing against her cervix every time she dropped her weight. She'd never been this full. It was almost...
1 month ago 1,774 Words 10 Likes 363 Views -
Mara Kneels
Chapter 9 in "We were on a break!"
"Get on your knees," Dre said. Mara's knees didn't move. Her brain was still trying to construct some exit ramp, some version of this where she maintained a shred of dignity. "Dre, I've never—" "Yeah you have," he said. "On your knees. Now." Her legs folded. She sank down betw...
1 month ago 1,258 Words 8 Likes 457 Views -
Does Mara send Dre off?
Chapter 8 in "We were on a break!"
Mara felt Dre's fingers brush against her bare slit and a jolt of reality hit her harder than any of the wine had. She grabbed his wrist. "Wait," she said. "Wait. I can't— I don't think I can do this." Dre paused. He didn't pull his hand away but he didn't push further. He look...
1 month ago 1,215 Words 7 Likes 462 Views -
Dre Arrives
Chapter 7 in "We were on a break!"
Mara took a deep breath and opened the front door. Dre stood there looking even better than his profile pictures. He was tall — really tall — and built like he spent every morning in the gym. He wore a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and dark jeans. His smile...
1 month ago 1,086 Words 10 Likes 498 Views -
Compliance
Chapter 5 in The Contact
The sheets smelled like her shampoo and something else — something heavier, sweet and chemical, cologne that didn’t belong in this bed. James lay still. Eyes open. The ceiling fan moved above him in its slow circle, and the shadow it cast turned and turned and didn’t care what ha...
2 months ago 26,267 Words 17 Likes 1,317 Views -
The Arrangement
Chapter 4 in The Contact
Ray Vogler found Ashford Industrial on his second day in Columbus. He was sitting at a desk that still smelled like new laminate, in a regional office Cortec Solutions had leased eighteen months ago and never properly furnished. The nameplate on his door — R. Vogler, Senior Acco...
3 months ago 32,226 Words 18 Likes 2,226 Views -
The Salesman
Chapter 3 in The Contact
Ray Vogler woke up thinking about the sound she made. Not the moaning — though that was there too, filed in the archive his memory was building of Jenna Whitfield, catalogued beside the wet stretch of her mouth and the rhythm of her hips and the way her back arched when she came...
3 months ago 18,539 Words 13 Likes 1,385 Views -
The Encore
Chapter 2 in The Contact
Ray Vogler woke up hard. Not the vague morning kind that faded with the first thought of the day. This was specific. This had a face attached to it — dark eyes looking up at him, blonde hair wrapped around his fist, the wet stretch of her mouth accommodating something she hadn’t...
3 months ago 28,092 Words 18 Likes 2,872 Views
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