("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Anonymous Sex by Otzchiim (otzchiim@aol.com) *** Quick meaningless sex, was all she had in mind. (MF, caution) *** She was dressed in a very expensive gown, but it was a very expensive bar that I found her in. It was full of lawyers and stockbrokers and people like that, all young and well-off and into the singles scene. People came and went fast, and they only noticed one person at a time; somebody they wanted to go and come with. She had plainly gotten her hair done in one of the very best places, her face had been made up carefully, and I had doubts if those large high breasts were entirely natural in origin. She was probably about thirty, though I would not have been surprised at a few years more. We talked for just a little while, maybe half an hour, before she decided to leave with me. Just an ordinary pickup for a one-night stand, at least as far as she was concerned. She expected me to be just one more man in her life, hardly noticed along the way. She was satisfied with the story I gave her, and she was satisfied that she wasn't going to be screwing somebody poor or uneducated or unsophisticated. She was actually impressed with the apartment. The furnishings were worth a lot of money; those she noticed. I gave a quick glance around the kitchen again to check where things were in case she wanted a cup of coffee or something before we got down to balling each other. She didn't; frantic meaningless sex was all she had in mind. She had been very sure to tell me that she was making a lot of money at her investment house, but she would only give me her first name. I only gave her one name, and told her I worked in a congressman's district office. When I started taking her clothes off and throwing them on the floor, she got excited. I think she was excited to start with, just in doing it with somebody she didn't know. That's what she wanted, something fast, hard, and anonymous. When we were both naked, I drew back the covers and threw her onto the silk sheets. She was ready for me and we went right to it. She gasped as I went all the way up in one stroke. In only a little time I was pounding into her so hard that I was bruising her hips every time. She built up fast, and just when she was almost at the height, I put my hands around her neck. I like to think that they reach orgasm when they die. Certainly I do. She struggled and clawed my back and her hips leapt up as the brain and heart shut down. I love it when they do that. I left the body of the rich bitch lying there in the bed. The man who lived here would find her, two days dead, when he got back into town. What he did with her was his problem. I'd like to know what he told the police, actually. He couldn't claim that anybody broke in. There wasn't going to be any sign of forced entry, and nothing was missing. I had just used the extra key I made the last time the lock was changed, two months ago. Nobody who lives in these places pays any attention to somebody who makes keys in a shopping mall, especially nobody who pays for a thing like key copying with a check. END My apologies for the Marxist attitudes in this story, but they seemed appropriate -- I don't think much of the protagonist's actions either, but adopting the social attitudes bothered me more. Murder is more understandable than that sort of envy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55