Desires and Desirability Ch. 02

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

51: Tuesday July 21, 16:00 hours CST: Ayana By 4 PM, the entire crew had been released after arriving back on Earth from their training week in low Earth orbit. They had each been individually pushed, poked, prodded, queried, lost, found, briefed, debriefed, lost again, examined, and tested. Khushi's pregnancy was confirmed to nobody's surprise. The Breeding Bitches, Charisse, Alexis, and Michaela, returned to Alexis's house. This would be home base for the Breeding Bitches until launch. Trigonometry, consisting of Colby, Anming, Colleen, Berte, and Aanya, took two cars over to Colby's house. This would be home base for Trigonometry until launch. Zach had stayed with the Breeding Bitches before launch. There was a clear expectation that he would sleep with Trigonometry from now on. It was unfortunate. Trigonometry put menthol on his nose to keep him from molesting them at night. In contrast, the Breeding Bitches were thrilled to be molested as often as Zach had it in

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The cold, smooth metal of the bench under my naked ass makes me shiver as I sit. I am fully nude in the street, sitting on that bench, waiting for my bus. I act as natural as possible, legs crossed, reading a book. Passers-by are looking at me. I love that feeling. I feel so aroused under their burning gazes. I can feel my nipples hardening and the moisture seeping between my pussy lips. God, I love that! I hope the bus will not be long now. Otherwise, I will have to masturbate right here in public. Even if my parents have just proved to be assholes, I cannot do that as I can see them looking at me through their dining room window on the other side of the street. I tried to phone Annie to come and pick me up in her car but got no answer. My name is Claire. I am twenty-five years old and graduated two years ago in literature. My dream is to be a published writer. However, that dream is still far from reality. My first novel has been rejected by several publishers, but a friend, knowin

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