More erotic short stories from Marcus Clark. Eleven stories in all; the first three are sexual, not crude, but certainly R-rated.
The other eight stories, range through humorous, satirical, to dramatic. All stories are set in today's world, dealing with today's issues. Interesting, amusing, easy-reading, you'll love them!
There is a Table of Contents for easy selection.
'What ... what are you telling me Marge?'
'I love Garth!'
'Yes, but ... are you ... in love ... with him?'
'Sally, Sally. Didn't you know? Of course, of course! D'you think I'd let him fuck me if I wasn't in love with him?'
'What? What did you say?'
'That I love him, I'm in love, I mean.'
'Did you say you let ... that ... he fucked you?'
'No. Oh, maybe. I said ... I said... I wouldn't let him fuck me if I didn't love him. What was the question?'
'You said you loved him, didn't you?'
'Of course I love him that's why I let him fuck me!'
'When? (She laughed.) When! When did he fuck you!'
'Oh, you mean ... the first time?'
'Uh, yeah. How ... did that happen?'
'On the floor, just over there.'
'What? But how, how did you start ... how did you ... are you sure?'
'Am I sure of ... what?'
'That he fucked you! You're talking metaphors, aren't you?'
'Don't be silly. His dick went into my pussy, he was biting my shoulder and groaning, his prick came out dripping. What would you call that, platonic adoration?'
'How did this ... start?'
'Oh, when he used to say goodbye, after I visited you. You know. I'm always coming over here. Ha! Yeah. Really. (She started laughing). Cumming over here!'
'And when you said goodbye...'
'He would give me a kiss on the cheek, but somehow, we started kissing on the mouth, and then I started giving him, like open mouth, and then before long it was these hot kisses with tongues, and then one night he put his hand down, down ... the front of my skirt, and I went all weak and gooey and I couldn't stop thinking about it and then the next night I was here, over there, sitting on the floor, and you got up and went across to the DVD, and I was sort of ... legs stretched out on the floor opposite Garth and I just pulled my dress up, gave him a flash so he could see my pink knickers. His face went funny. It really turned him on, I guess. You know how randy men are. And then you said we needed to go to Blockbuster to hire a movie, and he said ... something ... fix something, so you went on your own.'
'So, while I was gone. What you got undressed, got into my bed ... are you mad?'
'No, no, nothing like that happened. Garth doesn't care about me!'
'Well, what did happen, more kissing?'
'No. Oh yeah, French kissing. As soon as your car was out of the driveway he was on top of me, kissing, and then pulled my pants down, right there, on the couch, my legs spread out. That was, that was the first ... two times.'
'Two?'
'Yeah, he seemed ... pretty randy.'
'But I was only gone ...'
'Fifteen minutes.'
'And did it ever happen again?'
'You're kidding, Sally? I don't bother to wear pants when I come here. Oh, yeah I am tonight, because he's not home.'
'So where does all this happen, because I am thinking that there is not usually much time, only like about one minute when you two are left alone. I think you're making this ... is this like a dream, a fantasy?'
'Once on the porch, standing up. If you get a phone call, and take it in your bedroom. Mostly while you go to the dunny. Do you know that he timed how long you took in the dunny? He said the shortest time was 1 minute 55 seconds for a piss.'
'But that's only to piss! I'm not that long, you couldn't—'
'Sweety, he's got a hard on before you even go. I flash him sometimes, to let him know I'm ready, no pants. His eyes roll back in his head.'
'And what ... two minutes, and—'
'Yeah. I think it
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