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Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2006 08:52:35 +0000
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Anticipation - 4
And so I slept. And if I dreamed, it was too deep to remember. I have VAGUE
memories of perhaps a quiet click of a door, maybe a soft rustle of clothing, or
the slight settling of the bed as a weight eases down on it. If I noticed them
while I slept, it was most likely in the context of a dream.
I woke slowly and languidly, my body arching in a fluid, feline stretch as my
muzzy brain tried to figure out where I was. When I remembered, I sat up in a
flash and fixated on the space next to me. The covers had been thrown back, and
the bed had been slept in. A dark object tugged at the edge of my vision, and I
turned to see a large black duffle tossed on the easy chair.
He had come back. Brian had come back. And the hushed silence of the room
attested to the fact that he was no longer there.
"SHIT!" I pounded the covers futilely, my face flushing with frustration. I
couldn't believe he had come and gone without waking me! I was livid! I was
furious! I was...
...deflated. As quickly as my anger flared, so it died. My intellect reasoned
that he had probably come back late and exhausted and, seeing me fast asleep,
had decided it was the best idea for both of us. I heaved a deep sigh, and
slumped against the headboard. Last night, as I had fallen asleep, I would have
given anything to be with a man that had no concern for my fatigue or his, a
man that would not have hesitated to wake me and ravage me immediately, him
giving no quarter and me taking none, tearing at each other like wild animals
in heat...
I was letting my imagination, and my continued frustration, get the better of me
again. I lounged for several more moments, luxuriating in the richness of my self-
pity. The pulsing fire and need between my legs had cooled during the night, but
there was a distinct tension in my body, a universal tautness of muscle and
sinew, which betrayed my latent desire, coiled like a spring inside me, capable
at any moment to erupt into full-blown fuck-lust.
I extricated myself from the twisted sheets of the bed and freshened myself up
in the bathroom, splashing water on my face, combing my hair, and brushing my
teeth. I pulled my robe off its hanger and onto me, tying it loosely about my
waist. Now I looked decent enough to order breakfast. I sat on the edge of the
bed and picked up the phone.
I rang room service and ordered a bowl of fresh fruit, a couple of muffins,
and an orange juice to be sent up. Then, feeling slightly more awake and
industrious, I picked up strewn clothes and made the bed, tidying up here and
there simply because I had nothing better to do. When the knock at the door
came, I received my food and forked over a tip to the pimply-faced kid that
delivered it, then sprawled out again on the bed with my food, my juice, and
the remote control to the television. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and
thou. Hardly.
I thumbed on the t.v. and began flipping through the numbers, perusing channel
after channel of increasingly insipid programming, while idly nibbling on my
food. It quickly became obvious that the motel's vaunted 'deluxe cable' was a
lost cause, and I was about to turn the
t.v. off when a computerized data screen caught my attention. It was a listing
of pay-per-view offerings available by phone-order. I scanned the
listings, and noticed with some surprise that one of the p.p.v. channels
offered was an adult movie channel. And according to the timetable, a
feature had just started.
distractedly gnawed a piece of fruit, a slice of juicy honeydew melon, while I
considered this new option. As I stared blankly at the screen, contemplating,
the possibility of a little visual titillation seemed increasingly attractive. I
hesitantly picked up the receiver to the phone, glanced once more at the screen,
and resolutely dialed the listed number.
I was answered by a computerized voice, much to my relief - thoughts of sleazy
motel managers exploiting the knowlege of my horniness and my room number made
me extremely uneasy - and made my selection by touch tone. Then I quickly hung
up the phone. Suddenly I was seized by an inexplicable and delicious sense of
naughtiness, accompanied by a tiny fluttering of guilt. I quickly abandoned
the guilt. After all, for a woman in my condition, a nice cheezy porno flick
could probably be considered therapeutic. The naughtiness, however, I kept for
later use.
I again made myself comfortable on the bed, piling both the large pillows behind
my back, leaning back against them such that I could watch the television at a
comfortable angle. Then I relaxed and sucked the juice out of my slice of melon
while I waited for the show to begin.
Abruptly it did. The data screen winked out, the screen blanked for a moment,
then flickered back on again to reveal the feature already in progress.
The scene was a game room, with a big green billiard table dominating the
center ...
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