Free Stricken Desire by S.K. Logsdon

have sex
with me.”
    “I know. But I’ve thought about it.” He
sounds so shameful when he speaks. It feels like my heart is
breaking for him.
    “Why?” I tap my foot again.
    “Because I love you. You’re my best friend.
Trust me it’s hard having a best friend who looks like you and not
make a move.” He gestures to my body.
    “You like leggy blondes! Or did you just
forget that?! I’m a short redhead. Hello!” I tug on my hair for
effect. This is just ridiculous. This man hasn’t had sex in a
while. This has to be it because if not I need to take him to the
damn looney bin and have his ass locked up.
    “No I don’t” his eyebrow quirks up.
    “Oh really? Is that why nearly every single
woman you date is a tall blonde? Both of your wives were tall
blondes with rockin bods. You’ve never been with a red head and you
sure as hell haven’t been with anyone shorter than five five.” I
put my hand on my hip. This is just stupid! What the fuck!
    “Yes. I know what I’ve fucked.” He says
slowly and stands up. “But I don’t prefer leggy blondes. As you
call them.” He eyes me up and down and back again.
    “Then why is the entirety of your sexual
experiences with them? It’s a pattern Stace. You like them. They
are hot and you want to fuck them. End of story. Game over. No big
deal. Move on.” I throw my hands in the air and walk off the
stage.
    “Wait!” he grabs my arm and spins me
around.
    “What?” I snap.
    “Okay. I’ll tell you but you’re not going to
like it.” He frowns. His lips are so pouty I could reach up and
bite it if I wanted. But I won’t.
    “Like what? You think I’ve like any part of
the past two days? Not! So adding a little shit to the pile isn’t
going to make that much of a difference.” I am so angry and horny
this is so damn stupid. I seriously should have made myself come in
the bathroom back at the hotel because angry and turned on do not
mix well.
    “I only sleep with blondes because they are
the furthest from your hair color.” He runs his hand through the
side of my hair. Man that feels nice. Oh stop it! No it doesn’t!
Fucking horny bitch! I’m going to have go to the ladies room and
take care of my sex drive once and for all. I wish they had a pill
for this kind of stuff. No-More-Horney for women. That would be a
magic pill. I need right now.
    My mouth drops open and my nose crinkles in
confusion. “What?”
    “If I have sex with a red head I know I’ll be
thinking about you when I do. It’s bad enough I’ve spent the past
ten years trying not to masturbate to your face in my head which is
difficult. And for the leggy part I try to fuck women who look the
opposite of you. If I don’t I know this whole friendship thing
can’t work.” He says gesturing with his finger between us.
    I place my hand on my hip and cock my head to
the side. I am so not understanding a damn word this man is saying.
It’s like he’s speaking a fucking foreign language in the worst
place possible, I might add.
    “Huh? I’m so confused. Come again?” I cup my
free hand behind my ear, bending forward slightly tilting my head
in his direction.
    “Me” he points to his chest. “Have wanted
you.” He points to me. “For ten years.”
    Oh great now I have Neanderthal speaking to
me.
    Yep I think my heart just fell out of my
chest and is rolling around somewhere backstage. This is not right.
No.No.No! I can’t be that damn stupid to NOT know that my best
friend has wanted me for. What? Ten years? Oh yep time to lock him
up and throw away the key.
    “Are you insane?” I ask and I am completely
serious. No joke.
    “I might be for not telling you. But it’s all
true.”
    I shake my head. “No. That’s not possibly
true.”
    “It can be and it is.” He corrects. His voice
is sweet and sensual. Oh god here comes the damn butterflies again
and this time they are pooling in my pussy. I so have to excuse
myself to the ladies room before I fuck anything that walks.