“I’m coming in so you better not be naked” I shouted through the door before pushing it open. To my surprise, it did actually open. The noise around me faded as my vision tunnels in on the man in front of me.

“It’s really you,” I whisper.

There’s no response. Just an open-mouthed silence.

Closing the door behind me I walk over to the bottom bed of a bunk and clamber onto the mattress. I stay on my knees and just stare. He stares back before scrambling down onto the lower bed. Sitting with his back against the wall he lifts up one arm.

“Come here.” He demands.

I do.

I curl myself up under his arm, my head leaning on his chest and my hands splayed against his stomach. His arm wraps around my shoulder, squeezing me in tight, whilst the other falls down to my hands, lacing his fingers through mine, holding me in place.

“I never thought this would actually happen” he mummers against my hair. I can’t say anything back. I never thought it would happen either. But here we are.

His thumb starts idly stroking across the back of my hand, sending electric shivers down my spine. I start moving my free hand up and down his chest, fingers lightly running over the fabric of his t-shirt, exploring the body I never thought I would get to touch. I rest my hand against him once more when all of a sudden his hands are on my arms and he swings me to face him, pushing my legs on either side of his.

My breath is stolen from me. I get lost staring into his eyes and I forget how to breathe.

Until he kisses me.

It’s a soft press of lips at first, hesitant, as though I’d push him away.

I do the opposite.

Running my hands through his hair I press our faces closer together and groan into his parted lips as our bodies touch.

My hands mirror his, running down the sides of his face, neck, across his shoulders, over his chest and down to the bottom of his top. I hook my fingers under the material and pull it up over his head, forcing a separation between us. I bend my head again and run my mouth over his jaw until he forces us apart this time. Pulling my top up and running his hands over every bit of skin he can as he pulls it up. As he stretches to take it all the way off my eyes are drawn to the muscles contracting.

I reach behind and take off my bra, letting it fall between us. His hands splay over my breast, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My back arches, pressing me against him as he takes one in his mouth, gently biting then harder until I beg him to stop, before moving to the next.

I start rolling my hips against him. Feeling the swell of him against me.

Reaching between us I fumble with his jeans. Adrenaline and lust coursing through my veins making it hard to concentrate. Sliding me off him as he stands up, his own fingers make quick work of the buttons, his underwear gone in the same moment as his jeans.

I step back and admire the sight before me. Stepping closer, he snakes one hand around my waist and the other on my back. He presses me to him and hovers just above my mouth, forcing me to stand on tiptoe to meet the kiss. My pants are lost as we fall back onto the bed.

Once again I’m straddling him as he’s sat up, but this time, there’s nothing between us. Pressing myself against him I lower a hand to move him to me, already wet enough without the need for foreplay.

He doesn’t wait for me to take control. He thrusts inside of me and time stands still as finally, we are whole.

Reaching a hand up he gently touches my face, leaning my cheek into his hand I let the tears roll down. Leaning forward he kisses the tears before moving to my mouth, biting my lips gently before the kiss moves to something primal.

Our hips rolling together in perfect time.

He falls back onto the bed, taking me down with him before turning me over so I’m lying beneath him. He moves  inside of me, I scream his name and rake my nails down his back. He moves again and my back arches off the bed, chest to chest.

I wrap my legs around his hips and bring him down for a kiss. My hands are wrapped in his hair.

We’re both struggling to breathe.

The rhythm failing and becoming erratic.

One last thrust and we scream together.

He falls down next to me and instantly wraps his arms around me, cradling my body against his.

The air around us is on fire.

My body has turned to liquid.

A hand on my chin lifts my face to his and he lays a gentle kiss on my lips.

His arm stretches out as my pillow, another covers me for my blanket. Legs entwined together.

“I’m so glad I finally met you.” Floats through the air as we fall asleep, entwined.

© Rowanne S Carberry 05/07/16

It's cold, the sun has hidden behind the clouds making it feel more like January than July. So I put jeans and a top on, load up the car for the week, jump in and start heading down the motorway.

Within ten minutes of being on the motorway, I'm stuck in traffic, with about 120 miles still to drive.

It starts getting hotter.

I put the window down a bit but the traffic goes and speeds pick up which means the window has to close.

Next service station I jump out and check my tyres and maaaan is it hot! When I get back in the car I feel like I've been put in a sweat box. I don't have air con so I suffer the noise and the window goes down a bit more - about 90 miles to go.

TRAFFIC. Stand still traffic. Dying from heat.

Another service station is coming up so after an agonisingly slow journey, I pull in and jump out of the car.

There's a massive queue, they've run out of ice and the ice creams are £2.39!!!!!! (for nothing special either.)

Back in the car.

My jeans are sticking to my legs.

I can't get cool.

About 63 miles to go.

Looking around I see there are people in the cars all around me. But I just don't care.

Pulling my top down as far as I can I slowly inch my jeans down, trying to make sure other things stay up and the top stays down! I have never been so thankful to be wearing flats in my life.

The jeans came off, the shoes went back on, the tunes got turned up and away I went without hitting much traffic.

Relief.

Got to my destination - the jeans needed to get back on. I think I managed all of this without flashing anyone!

I hope this gave you a laugh like it did for me, I felt like an MI5 agent on a covert operation. So now I've told you my confession of sneakily stripping in the car - tell me yours!

I had an awful feeling today. I woke up and straight away I had a ball of lead resting heavily in my stomach. I didn’t want to get up and go to work. I was tempted to call in sick, but I couldn’t think of a valid reason. If I didn’t go in every time I felt a slight hint of dread, well, I live in England, it rains a lot. That makes me dread that my straightened hair is going to be frizzy by the time I get to work and that my makeup is going to be running down my face. If I stopped when I felt dread, I wouldn’t go on first dates, or try that new dish from the Indian takeaway. I wouldn’t dance with a stranger in a club, shake a new acquaintance's hand, I'd stop hugging my friends for fear of the visions I might have. I’ve had to learn to try and ignore the feeling of dread or it would stop me living my life.

This didn’t feel normal though. I stayed in bed for another half an hour before the feeling finally lessened enough for me to find some energy. After dragging myself out of the house to work, and being sucked into the monotony of the day, I somehow managed to forget about the feeling.

I work in a call centre, an inbound one thankfully; I couldn’t stand working in a cold calling centre, but this is where the monotony of the day comes in.

“Hello, this Jemma at Chambers programming, how may I help you?” over and over again. I get sick of saying my own name. In one day at work I must answer at least twenty phone calls. That’s saying my own name a minimum of twenty times. Then you have others saying my name. Monotonous.

Even though it’s an inbound call centre we’re still expected to try and sell products to the customers that phone us, and we get a nice bonus if we manage to continually upgrade accounts, sell extra software and basically do anything else that will earn the company extra money. It’s not a horrendous job, but it’s not what I would choose given an option. I’m a people person, but as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, working with people, where the chance of touching them is going to be very high, wouldn't be ideal. Also for some reason there never seems to be very many ghosts in call centres. Have I told you that I see ghosts yet? It is not fun, but there’s less in the centre. It’s like even they think that they could die, again, from the tedious monotony of being here.

Eight hours later and my work day was finally over. Grabbing my jacket and bag I head out of the office and instantly feel the lead ball back in my stomach. I hate it on days like this, where you just know something is going to go wrong. We all have them, where we say it’s “just going to be one of those days.”

I nipped into the local corner shop to grab something to eat for the night and a few other bits and pieces that I needed, bits before finally heading home. I hadn’t been looking where I was going and when I walked out of the shop the next thing I know I’m on my arse, landing straight on a cracked paving stone that’s covered in chewing gum. The door to the shop has slammed shut behind me and my bag of shopping spilled out around me. Putting my hand down to give myself a push up I put it straight in a bit of chewing gum I hadn’t spotted. Lifting my hand quicker than I thought possible I wipe it on my top looking in despair as I see the white mark staining it. I’m tempted to just stay sat on the disgusting street but the streetlights are starting to flicker on and the air is getting cooler so I know if I stay here I’ll end up getting ill.

I can also already feel a pin prick of pain and just know I’m going to have bruise that will make it uncomfortable to sit for a couple of days and as tears well up in my eyes I’m just glad that there’s no one else around to see the mess I’ve gotten myself into. That is until I hear the tinkling of the bell that’s above the shop door.

“Just great.” I mutter to myself before getting my knees beneath me and pushing myself to them, when I feel a hand against my arm and everything goes black.

Slowly colour started seeping in, a deep red colour. It looked as though someone had taken rust, mixed it with water to make a paste and spread it over the floor with splatters going up the wall. As more colour seeped in, my view widened and I could see what had made the mess. In the middle of a darkened living room, lit only by a flash sunlight sneaking through a pair of partly opened curtains, was a woman with long black hair, wrapped around her face obscuring all features bar one green eye that looked luminous against the black. She had shallow cuts across nearly every inch of her skin and bruises across the rest. I thought she was already dead then saw her chest jerk with a shallow breath.

That’s when I heard the laugh.

My insides turned to ice as my blood ran hot with fear. Standing over the woman was an immaculately dressed, good looking man. In his hand was a large knife, blood slowly dripping to the floor. Sensing his presence the woman on the ground began to squirm. A softly whispered “no more” floated throughout the room. He laughed again and stepped over what looked like the outline of a circle and knelt in the blood, carpet squelching. He held his arm up in the air with the knife pointing to the sky. Said something I couldn’t hear, and then brought down the knife, slashing it across her throat. The rest of her life drained away in a flash. I watched in a fascinated horror as a purple light began to escape from between the frozen lips of the woman. The room was plunged into more darkness as shadows began crawling from the circle and circling the body on the floor. As more of the purple light escaped my heart stopped as I realised what was happening. The man bent his head towards the light that was now obscured by shadow, and sucked away the purple light.

I come back round to the sound of screaming reverberating in my ears and it took me a moment to realise that it was me that was making the awful sounds. I stopped as soon as I knew it was me and started taking deep breaths to try and calm myself, before scrambling up and out of reach of the person who was talking to me.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I am so sorry. I’m so clumsy. I wasn’t watching where I was walking when I banged into you, where are you hurting? Should I phone for an ambulance? I didn’t think it would have hurt you that much but why would you have been screaming?” The woman continued with her wittering on and all I can do is stare at her as I realise that the woman who is standing in front of me filled with so much life, is the women I had just seen have the strange purple light sucked out her. It was something I had never seen before and it took me another moment to separate the image in my head of what I’d seen in my vision, to the reality of what was in front of me.

Shaking my head I stepped forward and grabbed a hold of hands, keeping a firm hold on them even with her trying to pull away from me.

“Whoever the man is, the one with hair the colour of sand and eyes as blue as the ocean, DO NOT go with him. You don’t what he is or what he’s capable of.” I waited to see the recognition in her eyes that she knew who I meant before I let go of her hands and stepped back. I saw her gulp and let a sigh of relief run though me that she believed what I’d told her and turned around to pick up my shopping.

“Excuse me but just who the hell do you think you are telling me what I can and can’t do?”

Turning back round to face her she’s got her lips pursed together and is standing with one hand on her hip, the other hanging by her side with her shopping and an eyebrow arched upwards. I struggle to think of what to say to her for a moment.

“I just, he’s not a good person.”

“And just how would you know that?” She asks me her, her eyebrow going up even higher than I thought possible.

“I used to, we, I know him OK? I saw your reaction when I told you to stay away from him, you must know what I mean.”

I can see her trying to work out which way to go with this and watch the transformation of her face going from defiant to worried and finally settling on anger.

“Have you been watching us? Are you like his ex or something and you’re trying to warn other people away from him? What a weirdo.”

I watch in dismay as she walks off into the now very dark night. Everything in me is screaming at me to go and follow her, to do anything I can to keep her from meeting up with the man I saw in my vision. I let a quick fantasy run through my head of following her and grabbing her, taking her home with me and keeping her there until I can persuade her I’m telling the truth, but quickly let the though leave my head as I now that could never happen.

I can still see her in the distance so I shout after her to be careful and see her shoulders hunch forward, she slows down for a second and I’m hopeful she’s going to turn around and come back, but she just carries on walking, disappearing round a corner into the night.

I sigh to myself knowing there’s nothing else I can do and I just hope that she’s going to think about what I’ve said. Bending down to pick up my shopping I let out a scream of frustration as my pint of milk has leaked all over my hand as I’ve picked it up. Looking around for a bin I see one in the direction I’m going to be walking. I shove the rest of my shopping into my handbag thanks to the plastic carrier bag being split and make my way down to the bin, throwing the split carton of milk and bag in as I pass.

Finally getting home I put away my shopping, forgoing the ready meal I was going to have for a glass of wine and a bar of chocolate. After working my way through a bottle of wine I still couldn’t get the image of the vision of my head. The wine hadn’t helped to take my mind off things. Or to numb the pain of what I was feeling.

Making my way into the kitchen I open the cupboard I keep my medicine in and take two sleeping tablets with the dregs of the wine before making my way to bed. I’m not proud of the fact I resort to the pills. But if you saw the things that I did. You would need something to knock you out too.

"Let me erode you, make yourself vulnerable as the rain that falls faithlessly, 

Right now, just for me. 

Please me with the shedding of your noblesse self, 

Conflicted between shame and artful grace. 

I want you to be sickening, 

Your destructive pleasures lain bare before my tasting of you. 

Do not look me in the eye, I have been dealt a great agony, 

And it was she that did this to me, 

I will make love to her through you, 

But I promise you, 

The weight of my pain will be the pleasure you've been haunted by. 

Start slow.."

(...Have me, take me. Take every part of me. Have all of me. Unlock emotions and make me feel things I never felt before...)

Grabbing me by the waist, he caresses my lips with his. My lips tingle at the touch and part to welcome his. Our tongues meet and explore one another. His hands grip a handful of my hair and tugs gently. Our lips and tongue still intertwined and completely immersed in passion. We stop. Opening my eyes wearily from that indulging kiss, his hand still at my waist and the other skimming my backside. At this point my heart is beating rapidly. Lifting my thigh so it hangs off his hip, his hands begin to explore. Slipping one finger under the seam of my panties, I start to feel the dampness and warmth of myself pool down below. His fingers need no direction in finding that wet warm destination. His fingers move around my clit then one enters inside me. Mmm. In and out and around my clit, again in and out and around. He kisses my neck softly and playful nibbles alongside my collar bone.

I'm feeling desire, passion and heat, I want him to have me, I want to feel him inside me. But no, he is much more patient than I. Grabbing a chair he sets it center stage. He takes a seat. Undoing the buttons of his shirt he motions for me to sit on top. I shimmy my dress just above my thighs, slip off my panties and I take place on his lap. Face to face with my legs wrapped around him. I slide his shirt off and toss it to the bed. He finishes pulling up my dress and too tosses it over to the bed. He slides my bra straps down my shoulders as he sets small kisses on me. He starts at my jaw, down my neck, along my shoulder and then stops at my breast. With one skillful movement, he unhooks the back of my bra and my breasts become free. Taking one in his mouth he begins to suck softly. Tugging my nipple gently with his teeth, my lips part and I moan. He continues to suck on my nipples and I can feel his nails grazing up against my back softly. I feel his ecstasy taking over my body; his energy, our energy. He quickly lifts me up, slides off his jeans and boxers and sets me back down.

My breathing slows down and my heart begins to race. With his teeth he rips open a condom and slides it onto his impressive shaft. Holding me at my waist, he gently lifts me and slowly slides inside me. Biting my bottom lip I let out a soft moan. He grips me tight and lets out a moan of his own. We feel so good. At first we move slowly, like gentle waves in the ocean. Our bodies become one and we pick up this smooth rhythm. Every nerve ending in body is being touched, caressed, being pleasured and its mind blowing. He grips my neck and kisses me so deeply that I become ever more lost in this trance. Keeping with the gentle rhythm we look into each others eyes and I see how great we feel to one another. Now the tempo changes, this melody is starting to pick up tempo. I can't help at bitting my lip. Our eyes locked on one another. He slides his hands up my back to my shoulders and pushes himself deeper inside me. A loud approving moan escapes me. Without hesitation he continues to push deeper and deeper. His nails scratching my back and his lips on my neck sucking hard. He digs his teeth into my sweet spot and thrusts himself deep inside me. I'm panting and wanting more and more. His speeds up pushing deeper, my nails graze his shoulders, my head tilts back, I can feel my juices begin to overflow on top of him and I can no longer hold back. I explode around him.

My breath; quick and heavy and my pussy pulsating from my high. I'm brought back to reality and our melody is still playing. I can feel him pushing himself to the deepest part of me. In and out, in and out. I bite and suck on his neck as my nails claw down his back. One last thrust and with that, his undoing begins. Breathing heavily and holding me close, he lets out a loud ahhhh. He caresses my cheek and claims my lips with his once again. I show no protest. The things he makes me feel I can't explain. His taste is intoxicating, addicting and I love it. I want more as if I did not get enough. Could it be love or just a good fuck.

Her slender neck juts out at him, he could easily wrap his hand around the base, the thought remains a pleasing barrier that cages in his anger. Kai grabs her wrist and pulls her flush against his chest, giving no thought to the amount of attention they’d just drawn by the encounter. “Keep that mouth running and I’ll shove something hard down it,” his touch burns across her skin.

Twisting her wrist, she pulls free. “We’re in public.”

“You think that will stop me from bending you over and ramming into you from behind.” It isn’t a question. Little did she know, Kai would never expose her to a crowd simply because she is his little prey, a little treat for his eyes only to feast on.

**

Fourth book in the 'Dangerously Erotic' series.

A dark look flashes through his eyes and Emilia feels liquid heat leak from the junction between her thighs. "Gabriel Calváni." The man introduces himself.

Emilia scoffs, "nice name, Romeo."

"Charming, sweetheart. Do you have a name or do you go by; Juliet?" A smirk forms on the tall mans face, it'd been a while since such an expression had been welcomed.

The woman holds back her surprise at his teasing banter, "Emilia O'Niell."

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"Prepare yourself for an explosion of pleasurably, erotic destruction." — Jay