Free Come Back To Me by C.D. Taylor Page B

fusing our bodies together.
    It wasn’t about a quick fuck with him,
he wanted possession of my body and soul, and made me feel desired
with every slight move. I felt my orgasm building, and knew it
wouldn’t be long until I exploded around him.
    “Come with me.” He moaned.
    That was all it took, I was hurled over
the edge of blinding pleasure.
    My toes went numb, I let out a cry, and
I felt him harden inside of me even more as he spilled himself
inside of me, coating me with each thrust.
    Even in the dark, I could tell he felt
something for me…Lust? Love? I just didn’t know. What I did know
was that I never wanted him to leave.
    “Who are you?” I breathed.

    I was jolted awake by a
knocking at my front door. What the
fuck?
    Again my dreams were graced with the
presence of my “mystery man”. I had an idea of who he was, but
didn’t want to admit it to myself just yet.
    I heard a knock again, and realized
someone was actually at the door. I threw on my robe and went to
check it out. I swung the door open and there stood Harold with a
look of surprise on his face.
    “Hey Harold.”
    “Uh Miss Emily, these came for you.” He
was holding out a vase with an insane amount of roses arranged in
it. My bottom jaw once again hit the floor and I reached out my arm
to take them from him.
    Harold chuckled. “You haven’t been here
a week, and already you have an admirer.”
    “Yeah I guess so.”
    “Enjoy, Miss Emily, they are
beautiful.”
    “Thanks.”
    I slipped back into my apartment, set
the vase on the counter and grabbed the attached card. I flipped it
open and read it:
    Hey Doll,
    Don’t forget you owe me
one.
    Grant
    Holy shit!
    The image of me getting off on his
fingers made my cheeks hot and flushed, I still couldn’t believe I
let him do it. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, I certainly did,
it was the place and timing that was all off for me.
    I glanced at the clock and decided to
get ready for work. Maybe today would not be so
“eventful”.
    I settled in at my desk, and the phone
immediately began to ring. “Mr. Brewster’s office.” I
answered.
    “Hey Doll.”
    Shit! Grant.
    “Hi Grant, how are you today?” I said
in a whispered voice.
    “I would be better if you were under me
right now.”
    “Did you call to solicit phone sex, or
did you call have a real purpose?” I asked
sarcastically.
    I heard him laugh. “I’ll be picking you
up at seven tonight, wear something sexy.”
    “Grant wait…”
    The line went dead before I
could object to his demands. Did this
guy ever quit?
    Yes I was attracted to him, who
wouldn’t be? But in the beginning he was sweet and kind, now he
made me feel like a piece of meat. I didn’t want to be a booty
call. I decided that I would let him know the way I felt
tonight.

    It wasn’t like I was looking for a
knight on a white horse, although it would have been nice. I just
wanted a normal healthy relationship.
    I’d even tried the online dating scene,
I always encountered middle age men with a mommy complex, or those
that didn’t have but three hairs on their heads. I was ready for
someone to take care of me, to cherish me and love me.
    Grant didn’t seem like the type to fit
that bill, he was becoming demanding, and out of line. I had to
break it off with him or end up losing myself yet again.
    My day passed luckily without incident,
and I left at five-thirty.
    As I crossed the lobby of my apartment
building, Gary stood from his perch.
    “Hey Gary, what’s up?”
    “This came for you today.” He held up a
pristine white box adorned with a silver ribbon.
    I thanked him and took the box with me
upstairs. The box had no sign of who the sender might be, so I
removed the ribbon and pried the package open. I peeled back the
silver tissue paper.
    What the hell?
    Among the cloud of paper lay a white
satin corset, and matching thong panties. I lifted them from the
box, and discovered a card underneath; breaking the seal I began to
read:
    Hey doll,
    I