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These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ** Disclaimer ** ◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘* She is clinging to a man's arm as if without she will be lost. She will be lost. Without a man she will be between men, living in her seldom lived in apartment, and looking for another. She likes the consistency of an arm to cling to. She knows she is nothing to these men. Simply a decoration, but she is glad to be a decoration, and willing to do anything to stay one - simply to avoid that empty space between arms to cling to. This arm has only had her a little while. It still swaggers a little to have her, and still tells her she is beautiful. It has told many other woman the same thing with the same sincerity she knows but she doesn't care. She likes those words, not because she thinks she is beautiful, but because they mean she can stay longer. Each compliment he gives her is a token to the time she has left. This man still revels in what she will let him do. He likes slipping into the small enclosures of public places and taking her there. He likes her to wear skirts and dresses, so he can flip them up, and take her quickly. She watches her panties slide and stop at her knees, then slowly, as he moves faster, inch down until they are around her ankles. She listens in quiet dread to the voices just outside and tries to be quiet, just the token moan when she feels him loose inside. This man revels in the risks she will take with him, he takes her to a police station at midnight, and takes her on the hood of one of the cars. Its cold and she's not wearing much and she wraps her legs around his back. When a police man comes out the man gestures casually. "Want some?" Leather gloves grip her calves and she moans a bit louder to please him. She knows her place as a bribe, and the man never does get to finish there, even though he boasts to all his friends, patting her openly on the ass as she pouts and pretends. This man enjoys the public ends of sex. He sits in the back of the movie theater and has her kneel between his legs, small mouth quietly sucking him. Once he went to a restaurant and got a table out of the way. She goes under the tablecloth and tries to make it quick. He doesn't care if anyone sees him squeezing. Sometimes his hands will make their way under her skirt and past her panties in a public space and she doesn't complain, but counts the shoes and their colors and kinds of shoelaces as her whole body shakes. She would rather be ashamed than alone. Light streams out of many of the upper windows of buildings that tower over her and seagulls squawk, fighting over some meaningless scrap of bread not far from where they walk. Shadows advance and she watches them lengthen and the great buildings darken and their shadows advance. She clings to the arm and he pats her on her rear, and scrunches up the fabric a little so she feels the wind above her stockings, and knows the homeless man behind her is learing and she shivers. He takes her inside a building, she couldn't tell you where, men take her places and she knows only the way between her apartment and the grocery. He takes her to the elevator and she notices that the intercom has 168 holes and the carpet has red threads running through it as he reaches under her skirt and puts a finger in her and nibbles her ear and whispers how much he loves her and how beautiful she is and her body responds. They get out on some high floor and he unlocks a gate and she hugs his arm as he swaggers and they go into a vast empty ballroom and he gestures that she should go in, and her heels clip against the vast empty spaces of the hardwood floor as she goes to a window and looks out and there over the water is an even vaster sun sending light streaming out in glittering lines and despite herself it is beautiful. The man comes up behind her and wraps his arms around over her breasts and nibbles on her ear and dances to silent music to the middle of the vast space and the floor is cold and hard as he takes her there and she keeps trying to look at the sunset, but from here she can't see. ◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘* As he takes her and she tries to see the sunset people begin coming into the room in pairs. Couples, women in their cocktail dresses and men in suits and they begin to dance, a tango perhaps, to the silent music until their heels clack on the hardwood floor and make a rhythm that they follow, spinning, and the laughter and beat fill the room until it is alive and there is light streaming through the crowd, and glinting off the women's jewelry, and when the man is done a couple kneel down and take his place. The man enters her and the woman kneels beside her and kisses her on her lips and her lipstick tastes like fire and honey, and the woman's fingers trace their way down her torso and under her skirt and find the pleasure there. The man holds her and fills her, and she feels something vast building inside her, and the woman's kisses are making her lightheaded, and the man spends inside her and it adds to what's building but its not enough. So another couple takes their place and the man slides easily inside her and the woman straddles her and begins running her hands through her hair and the thing inside her builds and this man spends. Another couple comes, and the man pulls her on top of him and the woman moves over him so that she's quivering from his tongue as she kisses her, and her breath tastes like desire, and her tongue plays over teeth as their lips come together and part and quivering come together again. This man spends and she feels like he is filling her with light, and as she kisses the woman she pulls a little through her body and gives it and the woman gasps and her whole body shakes and she's full of light too. The next man moves her over, and enters her from behind, and the woman slips under and wraps her arms around her and with each hard thrust they take the impact together and the woman arches up and their wetness touches and the light plays together between them. Their lips find each other now, and with each thrust their lips come together and with each movement back they come apart, her lips are red and taste spicy and dry. The man spends inside her and the woman shudders under her and what is building comes closer and closer. Next a woman crawls to her and put her lips to her vulva and the man enter that woman and each thrust ripples through her. Her breath, spirals around her pleasure and her hands hold her and again and again she is pushed against her, until the man spends and the shock is sent through her, and the flows through her breath and slides gently into her. Another couple come and the man slides into her from in front and the woman spoons her behind and they thrust back and forth her body between them, his lips on hers and his hardness against her, and the light is so great now it flows into him where he touches but when he spends he sends it back and more and more. After each couple comes another and then there are two men and then there are two women, and they take her in every way she can imagine until she is writhing and moaning and there is nothing but pleasure and her slit is so wet with desire and men that they slide into her without effort and as each pair comes to her and enters her and kisses her, salty, sweet, hot, sour, dry, wet, soft, thin, and all tasting of desire, each gives her a little light so that now she's glowing and her whole body is wreathed in it, and shaking with the strain of keeping it all in until her entire body ripples and her legs wrap around the man who is thrusting and the woman holds her tighter and she screams and the light explodes out of her. She sees it, she sees the whole room now, dancing couples, each one who has had a turn with her, now beating their feet to the music of their own making, spinning and always staring into each other's eyes. Beyond them she sees what she did not before, there is a blanket, a simple blanket, pillows around it, and sitting on it there is a man much larger than other men. Her light flows towards him and crashes into him and illuminates his features and now she sees he is beautiful as a woman is beautiful. His hair is red and curling out of his forehead are horns. His chest is wide and bare, but his legs are thickly furred and his phallus rises from the fur like some ancient monolith of stone. He looks to her and smiles and in that smile she knows him to be an old god, and his smile and invitation. The couple help her rise and she begins to come towards him. ◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘*◘* She awakes and she is in his bed and he has just woken up and rolled on top of her. He is fumbling to enter her and instinctively her hand reaches down to guide him in. She is still sensitive and the attention comes too soon, but she doesn't know how to refuse him so she lets him be in his assumption that she is wet to welcome him, and lets him groan on top of her. He takes a long time, reveling in her beauty and that she is his possession, but then spends, and sweaty rolls off her again. Then he is off to take his shower. She makes him breakfast and watches him leave. Then she takes a shower, a longer shower than usual, sliding soap everywhere, something in her needing to be clean today. She does her makeup but only what's necessary. Then she eats, slowly, not really thinking about anything, counting wrinkles on corn flakes. She washes her dishes and tidies everything up then sits at the table with a piece of paper and pen. She has read this letter a hundred times before but she has never written it. She uses the best words she remembers and leaves it on the table. She takes her stuff, she doesn't have much, and leaves her key on the table with the note. She stares at the note for a little while wondering, aghast at her own daring, but she leaves it. Then she leaves. She makes her way slowly back to her apartment, she has to ask directions several times, but she knows the street its on. Back, she puts her stuff away, steps out of her heels, and goes into the back room. Men give her things, expensive things, for holidays or birthdays or just because they feel like it. She keeps them here. She rummages through them now, throwing things that will work behind her, shoving what doesn't to the side. Then, clearing the space in the middle she begins piling things and arranging them. A cashmere table cloth, and lace doily. A Buddha statue one man had brought back from Thailand, necklaces and jewelry. A small porcelain bowl she fills now with tap water. A candle that she lights by holding the wick to an electric burner. Incense. Smoke begins to twist up and fill the room with sandalwood, her eyes follow the smoke, twisting, separating, combing and recombining. She closes her eyes and tries to imagine. Tango dancing, the mad tempo of it. She gets up and finds her mp3 player, searching until she finds something gypsy, close enough. The spinning, the dancing, the couples. Men thrusting, women kissing. She parts her legs and her fingers find their way under her skirt. The spinning, the thrusting. The dancing, the kissing, the couples. She opens her eyes and there among her makeshift alter, Buddha and cashmere and whining violin - she sees him.