Taboo Tales (erotica)

of rough, reluctant, dubiously

find in each other

and e

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eilings lead

very morning, Cassandra mused to hersel

one would scrape the crap f

ntal apartment, no such renovat

two ago, so she wasn't late, but she h

ck. That was a truth she had to accept. It was also true that the

ored with the job, as it barely scraped the surface o

ege courses, she'd be able to get a bet

d paused to let the throbbing in her head settle down. She'd gone out drinking the night before with some of the girls from night school.

om in the hall. Her small one-bedroom apartment also had one washroom. She

er sleep shirt. Looking down, she re

with one of those idio

e hadn't indulged too far past her limit. Dancing... she recalled there'd been danci

ven when she hooked up with someone. None of them gave her s

sex with a sexy man. Something seemed

if she masturbated with her dildo, so

pt her long straight blonde hair forward to cover one eye and her nose. Her attention moved to her eyes, which again seemed a little oversized for her face. They did have a sleepy

Baring her teeth, she examined them in the mirror. She lucked out w

he gripped the countertop to keep her balance.

r, which hung down to mid-back. Scrubbing her pale skin, she assumed she must have

t barely fit around her thick body. She wasn't fat per se, just extra cushioned... in select places. Her breasts, hips, and ass were

was fairly tall at five-foot-nine.

nothing. She stepped out and looked down the hall toward the living room.

to be understated in a business environment. Just some

, and she looked like a bank teller. She pulled on the grey jacket for her outfi

own bag lunch Andre made for her the night before. It would be a cheese-lettuce-and-tomato sandwich, but the tomatoes would be in a separate plastic sandwich bag to keep the bread from becoming soggy. Mayo

he peered around the corner to

ng room and kept his clothes in an old

of the bed. Her eyes were trapped by the sight of his hard muscl

y, it was flowing across his pillow and face. His skin had an olive complexion and was stretched tight over his well-defined musculature.

e sent his way. His childhood hadn't been gentle, but neither had hers been. They'd

mind and allowed her eyes the guilty pleasu

im at all, from the strong jawline seen through the curtain of hai

pulled herself back into the kitchen an

out into the hall to lock the door. She thumped it closed a lit

's a fine b

e turned to glare at her neighbor, once more feeling the stab

l Tobagonian who was leering at her

in the morning," he said with a sly c

drew her back to the memory of her brother's tented running shorts. That... seemed more substantial. She yanked her mind from the memory and saw TJ's leer had grown. She turned and flipped him the bird as she walked to

next to the window and glanced up at her apartment window as the bus passed. A stab of guilt p

cursed her uncontrollable sex d