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Nichy’s lips were swollen, and not from having been with Michelle just moments before. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks raw from having kissed Graham. Inside she was raw from what he said to her.

He had never been so vulnerable with her before. Since he had found her again, first he was intimidating. He slowly re-introduced her to the sensual passion that she had never been able to forget that they shared. But it had never felt like he loved her, it had never felt like he wanted to be with her.

She lie on her side in the back of the car that she had taken, as he had whispered in her ear before she left that he did not want a real stalker to grab her. Her hand was between her thighs. She had not let him this time, even though she knew that he would have fucked her in the alley, and she would have loved it. Just where he had pressed himself against her was burning between her legs, and made her sigh, wondering if she should have let him.

With the driver’s eyes on the road, she placed her hand on the triangle just below her belly. Just the tip of her belly was charged with arousal. Nichy let her hand rest there, when she pressed softly she felt vulnerable and really wished she had let Graham… If at any time she should have had sex with him, this should have been the time when he was being open with her. When he was being emotional which he rarely was. He held her close, after they kissed, and he understood that she was not going to let him. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and kissed her temple as they waited for her car to come.

“I will always find you…” he said.

Nichy closed her eyes, and let her fingers caress the very tip of her lips through her dress. She could feel her hair there, and closed her eyes as her fingers grazed the edge of her clit.

She ached for Graham, and she was overwhelmed that he made her feel like this every time. But she knew that she had made the right decision not letting him in the alley.

Michelle was such a distant thought now, and when Nichy opened her eyes she saw her apartment building. She knew Tyler was there. Knew she wanted to lie beside him, and knew that he made her happier than anyone ever had because he had never withheld his feelings about anything.

But she could not say that even still, and probably forever, Graham would have that pull. She gasped when she realized she could feel the dampness between her legs where it had not been damp before.

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All Nichy could hear was the click of her heels down the alley, and the Nina Simone song in her head, “I Put A Spell On You…”

The sound of her heels was heavy, before she looked down at her phone to see where her car was.

When she felt a tightness on her wrist, at first she thought it was carpal tunnel syndrome. But then she realized her hand was being held away from her.

She looked up, and she was not even surprised.

Graham.

“You are insatiable darling Nichy, just insatiable…”

Nichy did not know how much more of this she could take. It seemed that she could not escape from him, there was no point of her life that he was not part of. He shared every intimacy.

“My favorite neighborhood stalker,” she said darkly.

Graham squeezed her hand tighter, and she looked up at him again. She immediately knew that she should not have taunted him. He had the ability to follow her like the antagonist in A Long, Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott—all over the world and back again.

When she looked in his eyes, she felt like he had put a spell on her. She swallowed, her lips dry before Graham spit on them. He licked his saliva from her lips and kissed her, kissed her like he had been the one who was parched. He kissed her—they kissed—until he pulled away panting and looked in her eyes.

“You make me chase you, I will chase you for the rest of my life if that is the only way…”

Nichy looked at him, and swallowed.

“Only way what?”

Graham stared at her angrily, as if she knew and was making him stated the obvious which he hated to do. He pushed her back, and a stray cat or large rat ran past them. She only knew she heard the scuffle as it did. Face to face, Graham stared at her for a long time before he said anything.

“If it is the only way I can be with you…”
Nichy relaxed against the brick, and felt the cool metal of the trash can she bumped into as they kissed again. She simpered before she fell into a deep kiss with him, made all the hotter because she knew that he knew that she had been with Michelle.

And that she was heading to Tyler.

But his kiss was something she could never resist, and she was pretty sure it was fatal. Fatal, as he pulled her leg up over his, and ground against her making his desire an open secret.

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Nichy followed Michelle to her apartment. She made it sound to Renee and Theodora, as if she was doing so because she was only trying to be nice to Michelle. Renee looked at her for a long time, and Nichy was sure that Renee suspected something but said nothing.“Say hi to Gavin for me,” Nichy said, and wondered if that seemed cold after.

“I will,” Renee said, and kissed her cheek.

Michelle opened her door, and Nichy gasped.

The futuristic design of the apartment looked like something from the future.

“This is something!” Nichy exclaimed.

Michelle turned around and smiled. 

“I had it designed by an ex, he was an architect, There was something not quite so accessible about him, but he was able to do this for me.”

Michelle walked around in her apartment which looked a fishbowl. Everything was rounded, much like Michelle. Michelle turned to look at her.

“Are you going to stand there all night? Are you playing hard to get again?” Michelle asked.

Nichy walked over to Michelle, and Michelle laughed.

“You are so pretty, I would play any game you like Nichy. As long as I get you in the end…”

Nichy stared at Michelle’s lips, with freshly applied lipstick. She did not even realize when they kissed. Michelle’s lips were soft and hungry, which was a potent aphrodisiac. Michelle pulled her close, and Nichy felt molded to her curves.

“I do not think that I need to offer you anything to drink, so what can I offer you Nichy? Sometimes, I wish life could be like a story that I write.”

“What do you write?”

“Hmmm,” Michelle hummed, and Nichy felt the vibration of it through her body because they were so close. “Speculative fiction, and when I write sex scenes they are out of this world!”

Nichy caressed Michelle, she did not think about it. Her hands savored the softness of her curves, and all the things that she had wanted to touch all night. Had Tyler felt the same way? She was unable to determine if she really wanted Michelle, or if she wanted to experience what Tyler had. Wanted to know what he had felt, and what Michelle was like that was so different than her. Nichy knew that he loved her and she loved him, and she had forgiven him but her curiosity was still there.

And he could not get mad at her because he had done it. But she had been with Graham, so who was she to point fingers?

What fingers were there to point, when she and Michelle began to rub up against each other. Michelle was rounded against the wall, and Nichy rubbed noses with her. When she placed her hand on Michelle’s hips, Michelle bucked them and placed her hands over hers.

It was like deja vu that she could not share with Michelle, instead of being called Michelle, she whimpered Michelle’s name over and over as they made love. She saw their naked bodies overhead above Michelle’s bed, which reflected their slithering sixty-nine position. Her eyes were dazed between Michelle’s thighs, and she wondered if this was something she had done with Tyler.

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Nichy felt conflicted as Michelle kneaded her thigh at the bar, and knowing that Tyler had just texted her. At first, she was angry he had texted Michelle. But at the same time, he knew she was with Michelle at the bar—so he could not have been that stupid to have texted Michelle for something questionable when there was the possibility that she would be with her.

Michelle would not stop kneading her thigh, caressing her and making it clear that she wanted to seduce her. Nichy remained still, even though it was getting hard to. There was a part of her that wanted to know what Tyler had experienced because she was so close to Tyler, that she wanted to know what he had seen and what he had felt with Michelle. There was another part of her that numb, and a part of her that wanted to string Michelle along.

Michelle moved her hand, and Nichy wondered if she had played the game all wrong. Nichy watched her flirt with Theodora, and she figured that she should have done things differently. But in a way, she did not care.

Or she pretended that she did not care for her sanity.

Nichy got up to go to the bathroom. From previous experience, didn’t she know that was an invitation?

“Do you like girls Nichy?”

Nichy turned around, and looked at Michelle.

“Because I do, and I am around very pretty girls tonight. Renee, Theodora and you…”
Before Nichy could say anything, Michelle grabbed her and kissed her.

Was this what she did to Tyler? Had she been this direct? Because when she kissed her, Nichy wanted that kiss more than anything she had ever wanted in her life. She licked the rim of Michelle’s lips, and Michelle pulled her ever closer to her until Nichy could feel the full softness of Michelle’s breasts against hers and the sweetness of Michelle’s perfume stained her like wine.

Michelle pressed her to the wall, and kissed her neck. Nichy ran her hands through Michelle’s hair, and gasped.

Michelle pulled away from her.

“Why were you playing hard to get at the bar, when I can get you?” Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side.

Michelle turned on her heel, and sashayed out of the bathroom. Nichy barely got her composure together as she looked after Michelle. She saw her own disheveled reflection in the mirror behind the door, and licked her lips that tasted like Michelle’s perfume.

Nichy suspected that neither she nor Tyler had known what had hit them in terms of Michelle…

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Nichy managed to get back to the table, her body still thrumming from the furious fingering that Graham had given her in the bathroom. Tyler looked at her with contrite eyes, and she looked at him for long time.

“Let’s go home…” she said finally.

They walked out of the restaurant, and Nichy did not even look for Graham as they did. Tyler took her hand, and she let him. Squeezed his, and they caught a cab.

In the back of the cab, Nichy placed her head on his shoulder.

“We don’t use protection when we have sex, you use protection with her?” she questioned softly.

She felt Tyler nod.

“Yes, it was casual. It was unexpected…”

“Tell me more about her, tell me what you did…”

“Nichy?”

Nichy cuddled against him more as he questioned her.

“You’re mine, I want to know. Tell me.”

“I don’t know Nichy, she is a consultant. I was working late with her, and we went out…we had dinner. At the bar.”

“Our bar?”

She felt him nod again.

“I went to the bathroom, she followed me and then we went into a stall together. It was not super sexy. It was really feral. I made her bend over the toilet, and unbuttoned her blouse so I could touch her breasts and see them in the mirror. I opened my pants, pulled a condom out of my wallet and fucked her. It was like relieving stress for both of us. She wanted it rough.”

Nichy looked up at him, and snuggled into him.

“Were you rough with her?”

“I spanked her, and made her turn around to see how red her ass was after. She took a picture of herself in the stall after I walked out.”

“Do you have that on your phone? Show me.”

Tyler shifted, and she clutched him. He scrolled his phone, both their faces were illuminated with its light. Until he came across the picture.

Nichy studied it for a long time.

She had seen that consultant in the office briefly, and would not have suspected that she would be looking at a picture of her freshly fucked.

Freshly fucked by Tyler.

“What’s her name?”

“Michelle.”

Nichy put her leg over Tyler’s, and knocked the phone out of his hand. She wanted him. She wanted him to finish what Graham had started, and she wanted him to call her Michelle while he did it.

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Nichy looked across the table at Tyler, on her periphery, she saw Graham. Her heart raced, and she could not get over the passage where her hand was on her e-reader. How eerie it was that the character she was reading about, wanted to be obliterated by Danger:

Nathalie, Paris

Her body was sprawled over the mattress, and she panted. 

Someone else who did not know any better would look at her reflection, and think she had been abused.

Well she had been, and it had been her choice to be so.

Danger was lying on the bed looking at her, with a smile on his face. Well more of a smirk than a smile, to emphasize that he was proud of what he had done to her body.

The rough sex was better than drinking to numb her grief, and all her other negative emotions. She looked over at Danger.

“Aren’t you glad I did not shred another pair of your panties, Nathalie?”

She buried her head even more in the mattress, and let out a bark of a laugh.

Danger knew her name because he talked to her all the time at the bar, and he heard people call her all the time. But she still had no interest in knowing what his name was.

He was Danger, was it not obvious from the things she had done with him? The way that they met, and the rough asignations that they had?

She looked at him with her own smirk on her face.

“I never complained about it to you, did you think it bothered me?”

He looked at her for a long time.

“I cannot figure you out. You want me to be this to you, this rough guy, you want me to be the uber bad boy in your life and I have been that guy and it is easy for me to be that guy but I am not in control here Nathalie. I am not the one in control here.”

“What do you want me to do? I certainly did not and cannot do this to myself. You did this to me.”

“You let me do this to you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He said, and flipped her over. He looked into her eyes, and Nathalie looked at him with dark, challenging eyes. 

“I want you to obliterate me.”

Danger looked at her with fear, and she reveled in it.

She wanted to forget everything except what he could make her feel.

He pulled her hair, and pushed her face into the mattress more. For a moment she could not breathe, she wondered if he was going to take her literally. Was he going to obliterate her? Was he going to finish her?

She closed her eyes, and felt the drool along her lips as she wished herself obliterated.

Nichy looked at that line over and over again, with her reader right next to her menu and she wondered if that was what was on the menu for her…
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Nichy looked at Tyler over her wine glass. She told him that she wanted to talk to him over drinks.Because she had needed to tell Graham what she was going to do. To tell him that she was going to tell Tyler about their relationship.

“He asked, and I do not want to lie to him about what we were.”

“What we were?” Graham asked her.

Nixhy looked down at the floor, and saw Graham’s shoes close to her own heels on the ground.

“Yes, what we were.”

“Are you going to tell him about what was going on a few weeks ago?”

“No.”

“So selective Nusch, so selective.”

Nichy looked up at Graham.

“And you are going to tell him everything about you and Sonia?” he added, as if it were a cross-examination.

“I am telling you this, because I wanted to be honest with you and you are trying to sabotage me.”

Graham pulled her close to him.

“You usually like when I sabotage you.Why won’t you look at me? ”

She looked at him, and regretted that she did.

He moved in and kissed her, and she had no resistance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist within moments, and she cried out realizing that he did give her pleasure that was not comparable. She scratched and clawed at him, and pounded him because she hated herself for being with him.

He returned her fervor.

“No, you can’t leave marks on me!” she cried.

Nichy sat up, and Graham slipped in and out of her. She kept hitting her head against the head of the bed, as he thrusted. She whimpered, and cried out from pleasure and from the pain of knowing she had not resisted him. Secretly she probably wanted him, to remember what he did to her and that was why she had asked him there.

He pulled her close to him, and she was messy with his come because she had not used a condom with him. He played with her dripping with him, and she gyrated with sensitivity.

In the bathroom, she had looked at herself and got ready to meet Tyler.

Now looking over her wine glass at Tyler, she felt like she was in a Hitchcockian film. 

Graham had followed her there, it was almost like it should be named Sabotage like the Hitchcock film, which was also called The Woman Alone.

But she was anything but alone…

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Tyler guided Nichy through the party, his hand at the small of her back. She needed his support after their encounter in the dark corner, she realized licking the fake blood on her mouth and getting a taste of K-Y jelly by accident.

The Doors were playing overhead as they indeed broke on through to the other side of the door, and out of the party.

Tyler covered her like summer outside, hot, sultry and almost stifling. The heat between them was palpable. Whatever he wanted, she wanted because he was in a mood and her body was his for the taking. Whatever he needed, she would be it, she could be it.

She looked up at him, and saw how he looked at her. His gaze was vulnerable and tender, in a way that tugged at all her vulnerable spots. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she knew he would tell her or not. But being there, being a body, being his was enough at the moment.

“Do you want to go?” she asked him, as if it were a code for something else.

“Do you?”

“What can happen inside there, that can be any more thrilling than you inside me?”

Tyler pressed her more the cold brick of the house, and Nichy went soft with the heat and hardness of him against her. She ached for him, and pulled him closer to her. His backside tensed under her palms.

“You want it out here, in the dark? With the bats flying around?”

The moon was bright in his eyes, and she followed where his finger pointed. There were indeed bats, and all manner of other nocturnal creatures were probably rampant too.

“Yes, I want it here with the bats flying around us.”

He kissed her so hard, she was breathless and she felt her nipple slip out of her corset. Her head hit the brick over and over again as he kissed her and then got fake blood on his face. He slipped his fingers in her and she wrapped her arms about him because her knees shook so bad with nerves and pleasure as he did. He knew the rhythm to drive her over the edge, and as a bat flew high in the sky, Nichy came so hard that she hit her head against the brick and feared she was unconscious. But the sweet tightening between her legs let her know she was alert…

…and wanted more.

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