She wasnt expecting me for another hour, yet I came early. There was no answer to my knocking, and as always before, I let myself in, thinking she must be asleep still. I walked quietly through the house, glancing around, but went straight to her bedroom. I expected to see her buried under the covers, sleeping soundly, but she wasnt there. The sound of water came to my ears from another room. It shut off suddenly, and I was struck with anxiety.

She ordered for both of us, refusing to let me even speak when spoken to. "You just stay quiet for now." I started to cool down a bit as I drank my wine and tried to eat. She stayed close to me, eating and drinking with one hand, her other still firmly planted on my thigh. I realized she was just toying with me, trying to torment me by keeping me so highly aroused in a public place where nothing could be done about it. Little by little I relaxed as she allowed me a bit of conversation. "So youre a nurse, I heard." She spoke to me after she finished her meal. She passed me a cigarette and lit one for herself. "Yes.

A few weeks went by with no sign of her. I didnt know what to do, wasnt capable of even thinking of anything except her. That night in the restaurant kept playing itself over and over in my mind. I ended up unable to control myself and masturbating in a frenzied way every second I could get alone. Frustration was eating away at me, because the orgasms were never even close to the one she gave me.

She was beautiful, with that dark caramel colored skin, those big brown eyes, those full lips. She was mixed, Hispanic and black, and God help me, I wanted her like there was no tomorrow. Everything about this woman was sensual, sultry, passionate. I loved her, yes; she was my best friend. We spent the first month and a half of our friendship flirting, that coy, uncertain, curious flirting. I knew I wanted her, I knew she wanted me, but she wasnt quite sure yet if she wanted to

"I havent even lit the blunt yet and youre acting all stoned." "Hmm?" Id been lost in my thoughts again, staring at the hole in the wall where a bullet was imbedded. "Youve never been so quiet." He scratched his nose. "Youve been all weird for, like, months now." "Yeah." Danny chimed in. I shrugged. "Nothing big." Reece finally lit the blunt. "Rachel asked about you the other day." He said in an offhand manner.

Back then I knew exactly why, but now Im not so sure why I loved her, or if I really loved her at all. Perhaps Ive changed, but somehow I doubt it. I believe a person stays pretty much the same as they were when they first realized there was an entire world around them. But were shaped by our experiences, trapped in recurring pains, drowned by incessant thought. Your subconscious will have its way with you. Plagued by doubts, fears, desires, needs, we learn more efficient and acceptable ways to deal with our more twisted and darker wants, we just

I had been watching this woman for a few months. She was totally hot, totally beautiful. We were in college, and she was a few rooms down from mine. One of the other girls told me she was a virgin. She never did anything but study, coming out of her room for classes and meals only. She rarely talked to anyone, and the many men who had tried to ask her out had gotten rejected coldly. No one even tried to talk to her anymore, except one of the girls, who was a friend from back home. I watched her, though... everywhere she went, everything she did. I had her routine down pat. I knew when she would leave her room to use the bathroom, when she would go to shower, when she had

The music wasnt as loud as normal; in fact, the volume was so low I could actually hear other people talking. The bartender was chatting with a few cocktail waitresses, waiting for the club to get shut down; the live band was sitting around, knocking back the shots, flirting with the few male patrons. I even saw the owner in the corner, flamboyantly dressed in full drag. He was coming on to a guy who seemed awed. There was a woman sitting on a stool at a deserted end of the bar.