Blind Date

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WARNING This e-book contains material that may be offensive to some: cyber sex and masturbation, public sex, spanking, light bondage. Please store your eBooks carefully where they cannot be accessed by underage readers.

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Plain Brown Wrapper: Blind Date Plain Brown Wrapper: Blind Date Copyright© September 2008 by Lucynda Storey This e-Book is a work of fiction. While references may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are from the author’s imagination and are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. Aspen Mountain Press PO Box 473543 Aurora CO 80047 www.AspenMountainPress.com First published by Aspen Mountain Press, September 2008 www.AspenMountainPress.com This e-Book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction fines and/or imprisonment. The e-Book cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this e-Book can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the publisher. ISBN (13): 978-1-60168-132-4 Released in the United States of America Editor: Nikita Gordyn Cover Artist: Celia Kyle

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Breaking up with Travis Cassidy was killing her, Sylvia Taylor decided. But what choice did she have? His interest in her had definitely waned; sex, which had been stellar in the beginning, was now downright boring. And he called less often. Another night passed with no visit, no phone call, no email. Obviously, her place in his life had dwindled to that of occasional bed partner, someone to get his rocks off with. “I’m not a fucking milk cow.”

Her hotly declared statement added

strength to her conviction. Grandmother Leona had said on more than one occasion while Sylvia was a young teen, “Why buy the milk when you get it from the cow free?” As a thirteen year-old she hadn’t understood the statement, but she did now. Maybe it was that damn biological clock ticking, but she wasn’t having a baby out of wedlock, and she sure as hell wasn’t raising a child without a daddy. Maybe it was old-fashioned, but…well there you had it. So, no more free milk. The lack of interest Travis had been showing lately, well, she didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know the end was almost here.

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A chime interrupted her thoughts. Sylvia hurried to her computer and checked the I.M. TOC! Somehow hearing from TOC made her day better; he always made her smile, had done so for several weeks now. TOC: u there sweet thing? ST: yes TOC: up late? ST: yeah TOC: something on ur mind? ST: *shrug* TOC: come on now, u can tell me ST: stuff TOC: like? ST: this doc thesis TOC: and ST: nothing more TOC: liar ST: ??? TOC: you’ve never complained about it b4 ST: *sigh* TOC: come on, u know u want to tell me ST: Lea thinks I’m crazy TOC: Lea? ST: my bf TOC: thought that was me ST: my other bf  TOC: ic How much should she tell him? He was a stranger, yet not. She’d chatted with him like this on a number of occasions, even flirted a bit when she felt particularly neglected by Travis. She sighed out loud. Travis with the blue eyes,

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and that hank of dark brown hair that flopped onto his forehead—god how she was going to miss him. She was constantly pushing it out of his eyes when they were in bed. ST: i need 2 break up with my b/f. TOC: u do? ST: *nod* TOC: good ST: ??? TOC: 4 me ST: lol rebound relationships never work TOC: u have a point ST: i just hate to do it TOC: ??? ST: he’s a nice guy and when he’s here i feel special…important TOC: u don’t now? ST: no TOC: u need to decide on a wigwam or a teepee. ST: ??? TOC: u read right…a wigwam or teepee. ST: ??? TOC: ur 2 tense LOL ST: ROFL TOC: C? I can make u laugh. ST: That u can. TOC: *gently squeezes your shoulders, fingers kneading the muscles there* ST: that would feel really good right now TOC: so would other things ST: ur a flirt.

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TOC: yep guilty A wicked thought seized Sylvia. Was it cheating if it was cyber? Oh hell, what did she care? She was breaking up with Travis. If he cared, he’d be with her, making her scream in an intense orgasm. What harm could there be in a little cyber sex with TOC? It was a step above self-pleasure. How could she let him know she was willing to play tonight? Maybe.... ST: pretty tired...a back rub would put me to sleep. TOC: r u ready 4 bed? ST: *nod* TOC: whatcha wearin? There. This was an opening gambit. He’d asked this on many occasions and she’d managed to ignore or deflect the question. ST: tap pants TOC: ??? ST: like Betty Boop shorts TOC: is that all? ST: a spaghetti strap matching top TOC: color? ST: pink TOC: Mmm. i love pink. give up the pink to me sweet thing? ST: tonight TOC: oh baby! ST: but i don’t want u 2 think im using u TOC: use me baby, use me ST: it’s just that our sex life is boring TOC: won’t b with me ST: i’ve never done this TOC: cyber virgin...nice ST: lol. glad u think so

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TOC: i do...really...u ready 2 begin? ST: r u sure? TOC: yes, i won’t think u used me Sylvia sighed. This was what she wanted, needed tonight. To feel as if someone wanted her, even if it was just on a purely physical level. ST: so, u like pink? TOC: a very feminine, sexy color...what’s it made of? ST: satin...nice and smooth, soft on my body. TOC: i bet it hugs ur tits nicely ST: drapes off them TOC: r u hard? ST: ??? TOC: nips…r they hard? ST: not really TOC: touch them…make them into...what do the romance novelists say?...O yea, ‘turgid peaks’ ST: LOL TOC: r u doing it? ST: no, but i will now TOC: good...listen to TOC...i can make u cum. Sylvia lifted her fingers from the keyboard and stroked her nipple. Gradually the tip hardened. Lightly she scratched against the satin, rewarded when a tiny tremor ran through her body. ST: they r now TOC: wish i could c She flicked underneath the tip. More electrifying sensations ran along her nerves and straight to her neglected core. ST: wish u could 2 TOC: how big r u

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ST: big enuf i guess TOC: u would fill my hands…i would suck yur hard nips...make u moan ST: mmm TOC: roll btween my fingers...pull...pinch...tease...suck u Her fingers did what he suggested.

She pulled, pinched, teased the

nipples. Desire to be taken, driven hard consumed her. Throwing back her head, she let a hand slide beneath the waistband of her tap pants. The computer chimed. TOC: ur quiet…hope that means ur bzy playing ST: *nod* TOC: my lips travel to ur belly button...lower...my teeth grab the waist of ur shorts...what will i find? ST: waxed and trimmed TOC: mmm...u smell horny ST: i am TOC: i lick u...spread u open...drive my tongue in2 u ST: omg TOC: ??? ST: my fingers are touching TOC: r u wet? ST: *nod* TOC: stick 1 in ST: k Sylvia scooted to the edge of her chair and spread her legs. She traced her labia, drew her moisture over, around her clit then stuck her forefinger into her cunt. With an eye on the screen, she pulled out then penetrated again. TOC: now 2 Adding another, she did as TOC ordered. Taking his orders was strangely enjoyable, called to the submissive side she kept hidden from the world.

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TOC: fuck ur self...hard...imagine it is my hard 9 pounding u…making u cum Her thumb rubbed her clit and wantonly she humped her fingers. Unbidden, Travis leapt to mind, he was pounding her with his thick cock, he was sending sizzling sensations across her breasts, into her pussy. Faster she drove in and out until she crested. On a moan, she shuddered around her fingers and came, harder than she thought possible. TOC: u cum? ST: *nod* TOC: good ST: what about u? TOC: u got me hard ST: but TOC: ur lips around me would b nice Sylvia thought for a moment. She could give TOC what he wanted; she could type out what she wanted him to do in order to ejaculate. Turn about, after all, was fair play. ST: *leans over and kisses ur head*...the tiny one...lol TOC: feels nice ST: *runs her tongue along the slit*...tasty TOC: o baby ST: *rolls ur balls in her hand...sucks ur head into her mouth* TOC: moan ST: what r u doing? TOC: rubbing God, this was damn hot, powerful when you thought about it. Sylvia glanced around her apartment. The computer was on a small table to the side of the kitchen in an area that was too small to be a dining room yet was advertised

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as such. Thank goodness she hadn’t been anywhere near the window when she’d played with herself. Normally, she liked to get out her double-headed dildo and imagine being double-penetrated; two big men with blue eyes and brown hair pounding into her until she exploded in an orgasmic frenzy. Not that it would ever happen in real life. Real life was like Travis. Safe, boring, unappreciated. ST: know what im doing now? TOC: no ST: rubbing myself against u...im wet...i want 2 cum again TOC: *moan* ST: feel me slip down on u...u fill me up...tight...up...down…oh god... TOC: ??? ST: im coming around ur stick...can u feel me? TOC: im so hard 4 u ST: cum 4 me TOC didn’t type a reply.

Fear coalesced in her stomach. Maybe she

wasn’t too good at this cyber stuff. Sylvia closed her eyes. Travis came to mind along with another man, a man who made her laugh, made her vent, made her cum. She stroked her breasts again, turned on by the thought of the stranger taking her in real life, spurred on by a smiling Travis. She was sprawled on his chest, his cock buried deep in her pussy while the stranger spread her open and claimed her ass. It was her fantasy after all. Two men with impressive rods fucking the hell out of her. She fingered herself once more, delighting in the sensation of having more than one orgasm before she relaxed enough to go to bed. Chime! TOC: u there still? ST: yes...did u cum?

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TOC: almost ST: ??? TOC: i need u ST: ??? TOC: meet me ST: r u crazy? TOC: no...meet me, 1 x...any place u want She hesitated a fraction of a second before another of her grandmother’s sayings popped into her head. In for a penny, in for a pound. Oh god, now that was too funny, and perhaps a weird-ass confirmation of sorts. ST: r u close to downtown? TOC: auroria ST: meet me at High Plains bar TOC: i can b there in 15 ST: me 2...how will i no u? TOC: fedora...i will be at the back of the room ST: i’ll wear a hat 2 TOC: cu there The IM window disappeared. Sylvia grabbed the big straw hat she wore at the beach and threw it on the bed. It wouldn’t be too out of place in late September. If she had to, she could say she’d been out at Cherry Creek with one of her friends on a boat. Everyone in the area understood about the intensity of the sun’s rays. For a second she thought about putting on a pair of tight jeans. Nope, wouldn’t do. She wasn’t going to kid herself. She wanted to get laid by this stranger, in less that normal circumstances.

They’d have sex in the car or

something like that. Therefore, TOC would need easy access.

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She opted for a loose, long gauzy skirt sans panties. The top would be easy too...a halter that could be quickly removed, or easily adjusted coming or going, without a bra to hinder exploration. Dressed, she grabbed her hat, purse, and a handful of condoms. **** He was at the back just as he said he’d be. Leaning against the wall it was difficult to gage how tall he was and the fedora along with the shadows of the corner hid his facial features from her view. “Toc?” He tipped ever-so-slightly, the brim of his hat, a demin clad arm blocking her view again. “Sweet thang,” he ground out. The rough voice sent a shiver through her. Moisture collected where it was needed the most. “Go tell the bartender you’re with me.” That gravelly voice washed over her again and she did his bidding. God, could he smell her desire? Could anyone else? She leaned forward and told Sam she was headed out then pointed toward Toc. Sam nodded, gave her a smile, and wiped away a water ring from a sweating class. “I’m glad to see you do as I ask.” Sylvia swallowed hard. The statement represented a subtle change in power. Power she relinquished far easier than she believed she would. A secret thrill ran through her. Maybe they’d hit it off and eventually they could play some of the bondage games she enjoyed.

She especially wanted to play

‘Cowboys and Indians’ and didn’t care which party she represented as long as she was whisked away to untold pleasure. “Did you enjoy our adventure earlier?” She nodded at the voice coming from beneath the hat.

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“I have a feeling about you.

Would you like to partake in a little

exhibitionism?” Just as she’d thought earlier.

Sex with this man would be on the edge,

dicey, erotic. She could get arrested. A flash of fear tore through her mind. What if he did something worse? No, Sam would have warned her. Sam had smiled. If Toc wasn’t safe, Sam would have stopped her. “What did you have in mind?” she said a bit breathlessly. **** They were just past the edge of light. Toc’s tongue had invaded her mouth, a hand had untied her halter and grasped a nipple, and his fingers were between her legs fondling her cunt. “I like,” he growled once he’d released his mouth from hers, just before he sucked a painfully tight nipple into his mouth and bit. At the same time, he drove one or two fingers deep into her. “Ah,” she gasped. Then he was pumping her like a man possessed while people walked by on the sidewalk. A single step down the alley would reveal the torrid affair occurring. It was thrilling. Sylvia spread her legs wider and he drove in deeper, another finger joining what was there already. Every thrust drove her close, but she wanted to feel him inside her, to know what a sex-crazed man fucking her would be like. “God, Toc, please, take me.” “Here.” “Yes, here, now.” “Turn around.” She did as he asked, her bare breasts grazing the brick of the wall. He lifted her skirt and cool air caressed her cheeks. He palmed them, spread them, teased her. It was wonderful, torturous, insane. Sylvia inhaled deeply, logging

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the sensations for a time when Toc wouldn’t have sex with her, for a time when there would be no Travis to make love to her in his oh-so-vanilla way. The rasp of a zipper, and then she felt his tool graze her. “I’m getting positioned. I don’t want to see those tits of yours scratched.” He pushed down on her back slightly and then entered her. God, bent over, standing. This was fantastic. He grasped her breasts, one in each hand. “How will it be sweet thang? Hard and fast? Gentle and excruciatingly slow?” She’d never have this again. Never. It was a once in a lifetime experience. “Fuck me hard.” “As the lady wishes,” he growled against the side of her throat. Her pulse beat wildly. What she was about to do was outside the norms. Tonight was her one night to go crazy. With a crazy man. Tonight she wasn’t a lady, not even close. “I’m no lady.” “What are you then,” he rumbled. Sylvia knew what she was, for tonight at least. She was a wanton slut getting fucked hard by a stranger. She wanted it, loved it. “I’m a slut.” And then he shoved into her. Someone started grunting. It really didn’t matter. After a few thrusts, they were both making enough noise to attract a crowd, only somehow, miraculously, they didn’t. She was conscious of a sense of relief for the lack of an audience, but didn’t dwell. Toc was hitting her spot, and the sweet sensations rolled and bubbled until she was a whimpering mass of begging need. He pinched and rolled her nipples, the back of his hands scraping against the brick. Faster and faster he took her, his hands taking a beating against the wall—hands that had shielded her breasts from abrasion. Tremors raced through her and his erection swelled in her pussy. With her face toward the wall she couldn’t see his face and wished she could. His

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breathing was hot and fast against her skin. Did he get the glazed look in his eyes that Travis did when he was about to erupt? Did his skin pebble and signal his release? One last mighty shove set off the powerful wave of her orgasm; thrust into the sky by the rocket pistoning between her legs. Brighter than Fourth of July fireworks her senses exploded in a myriad of colors. She bit back her cry of ecstasy. God, why couldn’t it be like this with Travis? Sylvia sighed. Toc pumped into her a few more times, then eased from her body, his hot cum sliding from her nether lips.

She didn’t feel empty like

she did when Travis shriveled and left the confines of her body. A tug on her ear by Toc’s teeth caught her attention. “Thanks for the fuck, Sylvia. Let’s do it again sometime soon.” Her skirt fluttered down over her legs. “You’re a great sport and a lot of fun. We can help each other out a lot until we find someone permanent in our lives.” Remorse hit hard. She did have someone in her life. Someone permanent, if only she could make Travis see that. He tweaked her nipples, then released his hands. Behind her she heard the zip of his pants, and the soft tap of his shoes on the pavement. **** She wasn’t in a hurry to get home. Despite how good it felt to be reckless and wild, another man’s semen dripped down the inside of her thighs. Her best intentions, to use condoms had dissipated in the heat of the eroticism. Rather than return to her empty apartment, she’d driven, wandered really, trying to take it in, trying to figure out what her need was for abandoned sex with a stranger, why she needed to take such a huge risk.

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She frowned when she got to her apartment door. Hadn’t she left a light on? Had she been in such a hurry to get laid that she’d forgotten? She inserted the key in the lock and entered, her hand moving toward the switch. A calloused palm stopped her. “Hello Sylvia.” “Travis! What are you doing here?” He edged closer, closed the door, and backed her against the wood. His erection ground against her intimately. “I’ve missed you baby.” Her body responded instantly, her nipples hardening at the intimate contact. Oh shit. Tonight of all nights, he’d show up and want sex. “Honey,” she said placatingly, “it’s nearly 3 A.M.” “I know. I’ve been thinking about you all night. Thinking about how much I’ve missed being here with you; how stupid I am for letting my thesis get in the way of showing you how much I care about you, how much I love you.” Double shit. He nibbled her neck, his fingers creeping up the back of her neck to release her halter tie. Her breasts sprang free, and her nipples hardened more in the cool air of the apartment. What was she going to do? He wouldn’t want to be in her, not after another man. Sloppy seconds. “Mmm,” he said, palming her breast and rubbing the nipple, “you seem extra sensitive tonight.” A hand lifted her skirt, trailed up her thigh, and rubbed her folds.

She

creamed at the contact. Her head spun in a dizzy wave of guilt. How could she possibly want more sex, so soon? “Wet.” He kissed her hard, his molten tongue wrapping around hers, swallowing her groans of desire. Her legs went limp. “Guess you’ve missed me too.” This was really, really awkward. She had to tell him, confess everything. How she’d believed he didn’t want her anymore, how she’d participated in cyber

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sex, met a stranger, had off the books, kinky sex with him and that now she knew she wanted to be with Travis, no matter how tame he was in bed? “Travis, I—” “You talk too much, Sylvia.” He let go of her one moment and in the next he was stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth. “You should really let me take charge once in a while.” Sylvia’s eyes widened. She reached up to remove the gag and his hand clasped around her wrists, holding them in a tight hold. Her breath caught in her throat. This was a part of Travis she’d never seen before. A tiny bit of her thrilled at the fact that maybe he might like to do a little bondage role playing. Then reality hit. He would still find out he was her second lay of the night. He gripped her chin. “You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Sylvia.” She gulped. Sweat popped out on the nape of her neck. Busted. She was oh so busted and about to lose everything. “You kept me waiting, and waiting, and waiting.” He tongued her ear and a delicious shiver ran through her. “In fact, I’ve been waiting her for two hours. Now tell me, where would a committed, faithful girlfriend go at 1 A.M.?” He smiled, a feral smile that made her weak. Where had this man been hiding? Why hadn’t this dominant side appeared months ago? “Cat got your tongue?” He laughed. “Bad girls, who keep their master waiting, should be spanked then tied to the bed.” Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I fucked this up so royally. “Their mouths should be filled with the meat of their master.” He stroked her face with a calloused finger. A bandage covered the back of his hand. “In fact, bad girls should do anything their master wants in order to earn his forgiveness, don’t you think?” All she could do was nod. Toc’s semen continued to ooze from her body, her own cream adding to the wicked scent of sex. She wanted Travis to fuck her, punish her for earlier, wanted him to make love to her like always.

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contradictions ate at any resolve she had for anything other than pure physical pleasure. “And you my love, have been very, very bad.” This was it. He knew. He’d try to make love to her and find out she hadn’t been faithful at all. Anything good they had between them would vanish. Her stomach sank like a rock, despite the heat in her pussy. Travis dragged her into the bedroom, sat on the end of the bed and bent her over his thighs. He flipped the long skirt over her back, the gauze covering her eyes. Great, she couldn’t talk or see. In a moment— Whack! “You don’t have any panties on. “ Whack! “You’re not only bad, you’re a nasty girl, too.” Whack! “You should always be here for your master.” Beneath her ribs, his erection stabbed into her. Travis was turned on by spanking her. She wriggled against his lap and the tool in his pants expanded more. Whack! She groaned into the gag. Whack! Heat rose from her skin. It was easy to imagine the palm prints his strikes were leaving on her ass. Never had she expected Travis to exhibit this sort of domination. Whack! Whack! Whack!

His hand caressed her ass, a finger dipped

between her legs. “You’re so wet I have to think you’ve been playing with yourself.” He pushed into her cunt. “Had the toys out tonight, did you? No panties, a wet twat, I’d say you were being particularly slutty tonight, and you weren’t here for me to take care of you.” She couldn’t answer. Silent tears ran down her face. The night had been too, too much. She wanted Travis before, and now, now that she knew he was capable of so much more...god, she’d fucked up royally. “Get off me, slut, and lay face down on the bed.” To make it all worse, he knew. Damn it, he knew.

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She pushed the curtain of her skirt off her face and stood. She crawled onto the bed, ashamed of giving into her need rather than letting her heart dictate her decisions. As soon as the gag was removed she’d tell him everything. No matter the price. His shoes dropped to the floor like bricks. His belt clinked softly. Subtle movements, then he was behind her on the bed, touching her twat, petting her pussy, creating chaos in her cunt with his cock. He spread her cheeks, rubbed through her folds and then entered. Both holes. Oh dear lord. He fingered her ass and pumped away, and she couldn’t scream, cry out her pleasure, not with the damn gag in her mouth. He leaned over her, his muscular body covering her, an arm pinning her. He pumped, pumped harder than she’d ever felt him before while he continued to play with her puckered hole, stretching it with first one finger then another. Someday, if they managed to survive her betrayal, he’d take her there with more than his fingers. She pushed back against his thrusts, unable to match his energy, his intensity. Packed full she let sensations take over. So many climaxes tonight already. She couldn’t hold back and waves of pleasure shot through her with the intensity of a nova exploding. Quaking took hold of her arms, her legs. Sylvia collapsed in a heap, one thought faintly blipping in her mind as tears slipped from her eyes. Oh my fucking god. Travis removed the gag and threw it against the wall, then helped her sit up. “There, there, honey. I hope that wasn’t too much.” He held her snug against his chest, stroking her sweat soaked hair, keeping her safe, warm, cherished. “I’ve wanted to show you something more than what we were doing. Our love life was...well, boring.” He covered her hands with his and once more she noticed the bandages. “Travis, what did you do to your hands?”

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“Got them caught while I was digging.

Don’t worry, they’re just

scratches.” Sylvia stifled a yawn. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to come over tonight?” He turned her to face him and she saw a seriousness in his crystal blue gaze she hadn’t seen in a long, long time. Not since she’d uttered the infamous words, “Bet me.” “I was trying to decide what to do, honey. Things weren’t right between us and I couldn’t figure it all out. We have so much in common, yet things didn’t seem to be clicking any more.” “It’s been bothering me too.” He’d given her the opening she needed. Just be strong girl. Don’t whimp out. Your future with Travis depends on this. “I missed you so much these past weeks. I thought you didn’t want me any more and were afraid to break up with me.” Travis crushed her to him. His arms were like bands of steel melding her to him with the heat of his embrace. “I don’t want to lose you, Sylvia, but I felt you slipping away.” “I was. I did. Just for a moment. Then I came to my senses and you were here and the sex was so...incredible...oh, Travis, I screwed up, big time.” “I know.” “You do?” “It was my fault I wasn’t meeting your needs as a woman or as a woman who liked to be dominated from time to time.” He smiled tenderly and a little of her fear lifted. “I wasn’t honest either. If I’d told you about some of my needs we wouldn’t have come to this place.” He laughed, a sound that warmed her heart. “I would have paddled your ass a lot sooner.” She smiled back, exhaustion claiming her body. There was time enough tomorrow to discuss her peccadillo. 22

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Random thoughts flittered through her mind. Boring love life, slut, waiting since 1, scratched hands…

“Travis, what is your middle name, she muttered

through a yawn.” “Oliver, honey.” **** They were married as soon as they could get the license. Travis never mentioned being seconds to Toc which was a damn good thing. Just before falling asleep, she’d figured it all out. Travis Oliver Cassidy. The man who’d protected her breasts with his hands had protected a lot more. The day after their wild night, Travis proposed and Sylvia accepted. They consummated their decision with Sylvia tied to the headboard, having the living shit fucked out of her. When Travis left that night for his place, she knew it was time to inform TOC of the new turn her life had taken. This was one IM conversation she was looking forward to. ST: u there TOC: yes ST: ty TOC: 4 ST: a g8t night of sex TOC: yw ST: and 4 getting my head on str8t TOC: u got my head off str8t ST: LOL...any way, i can’t ever do that again TOC: ??? ST: im getting married TOC: 2 ST: my b/f 23

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TOC: thought he bored u ST: hes not as vanilla as i thought TOC: 1 4 the road ST: maybe TOC: i can make u smile ST: u already have TOC: im close ST: i know...c u in a few...lets c who cums first TOC: deal Sylvia closed her laptop. Travis Oliver Cassidy’s car was parked under a big tree at the rear of the apartment complex’s parking lot. **** The wedding wasn’t a big affair, just a few of their friends from the graduate program. Sylvia wore something old and blue. Lea let her borrow a diamond necklace, and Brad had thoughtfully provided the something new...a garter belt. In their mountain cabin later, Travis took a coil of rope from their luggage. Sylvia’s heart swelled even as her cunt grew moist. Travis promised to rip the old blue dress from her body and ravish her in a way that promised to be quite interesting. They were going to play “Cowboy and Indian maiden,” and Sylvia couldn’t have been happier. The End

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We hope you enjoyed this Plain Brown Wrapper from Lucynda Storey. The Plain Brown Wrapper line consists of short, ultra hot stories such as the one you just read. If you missed the prequel to Blind Date, you might like to read more about Brad and Sylvia who were first introduced to readers in Bet Me. When Sylvia is dared, she can't help but utter the words, "Bet me.” But just what has she gotten herself and her friend Lea into when the bet includes sexy hunks, Travis and Brad? How far will they go when the men ask for a game of strip poker? Now for an excerpt from Lucynda Storey’s Plain Brown Wrapper: Bet Me: Brad stared at Lea for a moment then turned his brown laser-like gaze on Sylvia. “What about you? Do you enjoy sex games?” She shrugged. Games in the bedroom really depended on your partner. Not everyone liked the same sort of things as she’d discovered two summers ago. “Depends.” “Yeah, right.” Disbelief permeated those two words. “You were feeding us a line of shit.” Next to him, Travis nodded.

His blue eyes held a cool indifference,

probably to the conversation going on around him. Sylvia met Travis a year ago when they started in the same graduate program at the University of Colorado, studying ancient civilizations.

They shared several common interests like

architecture and traveling, but somehow had never progressed further. “Bet me.” The words were out of her mouth before she’d thought them over.

She was like that, blurting out, especially in regard to anything she

perceived as a challenge. As if that had jolted him like an injection of adrenaline, Travis joined in. “Who’s apartment is the closest?” “That would be Sylvia’s,” Lea answered. “She’s doing a loft thing not far from here. Why?” 25

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The two men grinned at each other, a feral look in their eyes. A potent cocktail of hope and fear flopped Sylvia’s stomach. Around her the sounds of the remaining patrons diminished while Brad’s deep voice amplified. What had she just gotten Lea and herself into? “I’m thinking a real game of ‘Truth or Dare’ since you two seem so hot on it.” ~*~*~*~ Now available at AspenMountainPress.com

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