In Public

Every message on the screen brought her closer to me, until she summoned me to the third-floor bathroom and I knew there was no going back.

I closed the curtain to try on a dress and ended up drenched, my back to the mirror, watching his erection outgrow his trousers.

I sucked his cock under the table, never imagining it was only the beginning of a night in which I’d be displayed for everyone.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

He sat beside me when the lights went out, and before midnight I was already imagining his hand sliding up beneath my dress.

When she took off her bikini in front of strangers, I knew watching the sea wouldn’t be enough for me.

We never made it to the hotel: the moment we saw the empty alley, I knew he was going to fuck me right there against the wall.

I watched her cross the park with feigned calm, knowing every step was designed to make someone fix their eyes on her.

I turned the toy on random before leaving the office. Twenty floors, a subway ride, and a park stood between me and home. I hadn’t calculated how much I could take.

That hard bulge on the train didn’t just touch my ass; it opened a door I’ve never been able to close.

No one had ever sucked my cock in front of so many people. And the worst was still to come: what that shameless redhead would do to me at the last cove.

He sat beside me when the theater was half empty, and within minutes my body had already said yes before my mind could.

When the beach was nearly empty, her hand slid down my stomach, and I realized that last swim wouldn’t end as an innocent game.

I pretended to be drunk in the back seat, but when that stranger slipped his hand beneath my skirt, I stopped acting.

She went out looking for sex, but in that ATM booth she found a broken, filthy, dangerous man. What she did next was pure punishment.

I put on the dress he chose, and when I felt the stares fixed on my ass, I understood why my husband was turned on by exhibiting me.

I restrained her to stop her beating another woman, only to end up on my knees, aching, aroused, and completely at the mercy of her smile.

When she lifted her skirt on the highway and let the truckers watch, I knew this trip would be anything but innocent.

I thought the night would end on our terrace, but he had already decided how far he would take my obedience.

At one minute to midnight, the penthouse door was already ajar, and she waited for me trembling, unaware of how far I intended to take her.