Free Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One by Issa Cherry Page A

liked to imagine the resident Lord held me
captive with one purpose in mind: to ravage me endlessly. Good and
hard!
    Alas, I was left with the less mysterious
location of a liberal arts college on the northeast coast of the
United States. I did my very best to make up for a distinct lack of
tall dark strangers with a lusty glint in their eye.
    The thrill of using a public building for my
own secret sensuous purposes also raised my excitement levels. I
had covered my tracks well so, my privacy was not at risk. Despite
using advanced computer security, the thought of the College Board
finding out gave me even more excitement. Maybe one of them had
even gotten hard over the sight of me deep throating a long
cucumber? I would try not to smile over the memory of that secret
thought each time I attended senior staff meetings with Board
members present.
    To make doubly sure my anonymity was
assured, I removed my glasses, let my long chestnut hair loose from
my trademarked chignon and applied heavy makeup. Combined with the
use of low lighting, I made sure my audience only saw what they
needed to see!
    Just when my imagination grew tired, I would
find new ways to keep my Web shows exciting. Recently that
excitement came in the form of Dr Damon, a new academic on campus.
Tall, dark and as distracted as all hell: he helped fuel my
fantasies with a vitality not experienced recently. I just had to
remember to never shout out ‘Oh Doctor!’ as I came, thanks to vivid
thoughts of caressing his hard cock with my tongue before being
fucked at his leisure.
    Shivering slightly at the thought of him, I
suspected new the doctor was going to be good for several months’
worth of live broadcasts at least! I shivered again and realised it
was the cold of the cellar hitting my body as it cooled down after
the excitement of my latest show. Using this underground location
as my performance space had its drawbacks: the cold was one of
them. I started to dress quickly. Slipping my lace panties back on
over my stockinged legs I thought I heard a noise.
    ‘That better not be a mouse scampering about
back there!’ I said out loud as if to ward off the chances of
rodent invasion.
    The risk of encountering one of the stray
mice that occupied the many crevices of these old walls was about
the only danger I had feared in my efforts. My intrepid efforts to
take my sexual pleasure to a whole new level of satisfaction were
not without its risks.
    Ignoring my fear of mice the best I could, I
went about my usual post-Webcast ritual of tidying up. Gathering up
my collection of assorted props that were invariably strewn about
while I lost myself in my broadcasted search for the ultimate
sexual gratification.
    A minute later there was another sound. It
came from the same direction of the earlier noise, but clearly had
a heavier foot fall than any furry rodent.
    ‘Who’s there? Is somebody there?’ I demanded
out loud as my heart raced.
    The thought someone had been lurking back in
the dark recesses of this large cellar watching me all this time,
both terrifying and delicious at the same time.
    Immediately conscious of my near half
nakedness, I raised my forearms across my breasts, which were
clearly visible through the flimsy lace of my bodice.
    ‘Suddenly coy are we, Xanthe?’ A deep voice
spoke from the shadows towards the south corner of the cellar.
    ‘Wh-who gave you permission to be here?’ I
stuttered as suddenly I could see the silhouette of a tall male
figure emerging out of the darkness.
    ‘I should be asking you the same question,
Xanthe.’
    He spoke as he shone a bright beam from a
flashlight directly into my face. Lifting my hands instinctively up
to shield my eyes, my breasts fell free behind their lacy veil.
‘That’s better!’ he drawled.
    ‘What do you want? Why are you here?’
    My mind raced. Was I about to be outed by
campus security? Maybe I was about to be murdered on the spot by an
axe-yielding maniac? Nothing good could come of