Corruption of Rome Ch. 05

Despite the heat I was feeling from behind, a cooling February breeze was blowing in off the blue water below, sweeping across the condo balcony and entering through the open sliding-glass doors, disturbing, no doubt, the veil-like curtains flanking them. I looked mostly at the pillow below, its satiny case a kind of silver in color. Silver-grey. With each thrust I moaned, involuntarily, while beginning to wonder, as the pleasurable minutes ticked away, if my lover was growing tired of the endless vocalizing. Some guys, in my experience, the dominant type in particular, didn't like it. "Shut up!" "Yes. Yessir." My new friend said nothing, however. He just fucked away, his tempo fast, relentless, though not overly forceful. He seemed to stop just shy of pounding into me each time—pounding me into the headboard—for which I was grateful. It made it more like love-making than a mere, desperate fuck. It was artful, his technique. We'd met on the beach what seem

The trickster was walking along one of the side roads of Hilbury. Malcolm kept a close eye on him from half a block away. He couldn't be sure if the man was the monster he was hunting, not yet at least. The stranger had been acting strange though. Malcolm had seen the man pick the pocket of someone without being noticed, but he could just be a thief; he had to be sure before he made a move to grab him. Malcolm had given Casey, his daughter, a call on her phone, but she hadn't picked up. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not about that. It would be nice to have the backup, but if she wasn't here, that meant she wasn't in danger. Compared to most monster hunts he had been on, this one wasn't very risky. He didn't try again though, she'd be upset about not being involved, but at least she would be safe. The man Malcolm had been tailing walked by a woman and very obviously reached into her purse and took out her wallet. It was clear as day, but the woman d

Lockdown (Stay at Home order) has been hard on me. For four months, starting March, I have had a case of blue balls. Sure, I have been jerking off a lot to my girlfriend's nudes and her tease-y chats, but I hadn't felt a wet pussy or a pliable pair of lips around my dick, for four fucking months. For the past three weeks or so, I have started going to work. Work and no sex -- that is how hell would be like. Last Sunday, my phone buzzed. It was 4 PM, my girlfriend usually naps during that time, but it was a message from a friend-colleague, Nisha. Hey, what's up, she had DM-ed. It was an inane message, except that she doesn't text me often. Nisha has been married for the last two years. Her husband has a factory of some sort in the suburbs. For most of the Lockdown, she had been stuck in the city, with her husband in the suburbs, waiting furtively for his factory to open. Now, the factory had opened, but they don't have any orders have coming up. So, he has scurried

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[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."] * * * * * * * * * * Your voice fills my head through the headphones. "Stay on your knees with your mouth open, until I tell you you can move, you filthy whore." I can feel the moistness between my bare thighs as I kneel on the cold tiles of the shower floor and you continue your pre-recorded dirty talk. I wait obediently, blindfolded, mouth open, hands clasped behind me, my nipples chilled and hardening in arousal, wondering whether I will be drinking your cum or your piss, excited by both prospects. I like this game. I like not knowing what to expect, being utterly at your mercy. You often play with me like this, to keep me off balance. Once you left me kneeling here all night long, just to see if I'd do it, to test my commitment and obedience to you. And of course I did stay there, just as I was told, until you finally arrived for your morning piss and released me afterward. My knees were