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Anticipation 

Looking back now, I still don’t know how I ended up in this bizarre triangle.  I guess, in a way, it stemmed from my dissatisfaction with Lance -- though maybe dissatisfaction is too harsh a term.  But hold on - I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let me go back to the beginning and tell this properly.  Lance is the closest thing I have to a boyfriend.  We’re good friends and we get along great, and we have an interesting sexual relationship as well.  However, I’ve always felt something was missing in my sexual encounters with Lance . . . something I couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Breaking the Rules 

Married - my only taboo where men were concerned.  So I tried to forget I even found Darren attractive, but he made it very difficult.  He seemed to be a friendly man by nature, and he made a point of coming over to talk to me and Diane each night we came in to the bar.  He would often buy us a round of drinks and stand talking with us while he rested an arm around the back of my chair.  His arm on my back was torturous.  I would revel in the touch, in thinking that maybe, even though he was married, he might be attracted to me, too.  Then he’d walk on to go talk to some of the other regulars and I would make a face at Diane and go, “Why is he married?” 

Crushed 

He was right up her alley, J.C. thought as she sized up the singer.  She'd never heard of the band before, and though their music was catchy and upbeat, she'd already forgotten their name.  J.C. concentrated solely on the lean singer, trying to gauge the seduction.  Would it be possible?

Session

I talked Alan through the shoot, never warning him when I was taking a picture.  That way, each photo was natural and unposed.  As the afternoon progressed, I found myself inexplicably attracted to Alan.  He had an intriguing look.  Alan was thin, with long black hair and a goatee, which I didn’t particularly care for, but could overlook.  His skin was decorated with tattoos.  His eyes were so light they were almost colorless, and I loved the way they photographed in black and white. 

Interlude 

"Oh god," Lyn murmured, her arms reaching behind her to brace against the bed as Sam suckled at her.  Though when they'd talked, she'd thought he might be rough, maybe a little kinky, right now he was giving her exactly what her body demanded.  Before Lyn lost herself completely in the sensations Sam was sending through her body, she pulled back from him.  

Living the Dream 

I knew exactly where he was every moment he was in the bar, every moment even when he wasn’t on stage.  So maybe it was an obsession.  He was an obsession.  But I couldn’t seem to help it.  Even while I’d been with my last boyfriend, I still lusted after Dale.  To me, it was more than simply lust.  I’d settle for lust, for sex, if that was all I could get from Dale.  Truth told, however, I wanted so much more.  Dale was the kind you wanted to keep for a long time. 

Slave 

Hands clenched tightly in her lap, she crossed her ankles beneath her seat and pressed her thighs together.  She hated wearing skirts.  Skirts didn't provide enough protection to hide the strong scent of her arousal.  And if he got one whiff, even just one, punishment was severe.  Fidgeting was against the rules, too.  The room was hot.  Air conditioning was a privilege earned for good behavior.  In not one session yet had she earned it.  He leaned against the wall, facing her, his body clothed in tight black leather.  His clothing looked so warm surely he punished himself, too, by punishing her.  But he was practically inhuman, so maybe he didn't feel the heat.