As she looked at the setting sun painting the surface of the sea with its shades of gold, she refused to believe that summer was over. After switching into her favourite bikini that she had gotten in the beginning of the summer, she tiptoed to the beach. The sand no longer had that pleasant burn to it and the screaming kids had abandoned the area. “Finally”, she thought to herself. Dipping her toes into the water made her close her eyes and breathe out a sigh. “Still warm…” she whispered to no one as she walked into the calm waves. The water caressed her body, hugging her with the loving summer feel, when she submerged slowly.
“Come…” she whispered and took the man’s hand. “I want to show you something.” With a confident expression on her face, she led the confused man through the dark tunnels that once were hallways. “Where are you taking me?” the man asked as their footsteps echoed around them, using the stone walls to bounce back at them just to run away moments later. “I want to show you something… down by the water.” That night, as the moon painted its gloomy river on the surface of the water, she pressed her body against the man as they slowly sunk under the surface.
Born in Mildville, the biggest town in Drab County, she had always dreamt of future in a big city with more than two streets and one bar. Therefore, when she got a bus ticket from her mama and papa as a twenty-something birthday present, she was simply over the moon. “Mama and papa, I’m simply over the moon!” she exclaimed in the breakfast table, jumping in her chair so hard that her sunburnt curls bounced around her face. “If you need me in the next couple of hours, you can find me in my room packing my bag! And after that: in some fancy big city apartment!” Her eyes widened when she stepped off the bus. She was so excited that she didn’t even notice that she had left her bag in the bus. She tried to breathe in the pulsing city air but no one had told her that it didn’t smell all that good. She, however, didn’t care. Peering up to the high-rises and hearing the sounds of traffic had made her forget about herself. After a couple of hours of following her feet wherever they wanted to take her, she found herself in the grittier side of town. “Oh, I sure loving being in a city but I do wish I had a map… or at least one of those mobile phones”, she thought to herself, looking around in the middle of a big intersection, unable to determine which way she had come from and which way she should go. As the sun was slowly descending behind the tall buildings, painting them with darker shades of blue and black, she started to worry. “Excuse me, mister”, she said to the first passer-by. “Yes, miss?” the man asked. “Do you know any cheap hotels around here? I don’t need much but it would be mighty fun to sleep with a roof over my head tonight.” “Hmm… only those pay-by-the-hour types around here. And nothing inexpensive closer to downtown.” “Darn it!” the girl cried out and folded her arms. “Thank you anyway, mister. Very kind of you.” The man looked at the blonde as she turned and started to walk away. “Listen…” he said. “If you’re in trouble, I can help you. I know a place with a free phone and also a possible place to crash.” The girl stopped and turned towards the man, smiling wildly. “After all, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering around all alone in this part of town after midnight”, the man continued and winked at the girl. “Aw shucks!” she yelled and grabbed the man’s arm as they walked into the night.
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Although she had been waiting for you, there was a subtle shadow of surprise on her face when your eyes finally met. As if she had been waiting for someone else. Who was it that she expected to encounter on those nights of promiscuity and stale desire? Squirming on the leathery loveseat, she looked you deep in the eyes and parted her lips just enough to whisper: “Let’s get unconscious, honey.” That night her every thought, every pearl of her sweat, every whispered sound… it all belonged to you. But by the time the sun was reaching for the horizon, she was already gone.
“You should be sleeping, my love”, she whispered in the darkness of the bedroom and waited for a few seconds. When she heard no response, she continued: “Tell me what you’re dreaming of…” All she could hear was the wind outside the bedroom window. Certain that her husband was sound asleep, she got up and sneaked to the bedroom door. “Sweet dreams, my love”, she whispered as she shut the door behind her. She changed into her outfit of the night and took her time to apply her make up before tiptoeing out of the door. The suburban streets were hibernating as she hurried towards the local churchyard, clenching her long overcoat tight around her – just in case there were curious eyes behind the dark windows and closed blinds. A few minutes before she reached the wrought iron gate, she could hear the familiar chanting echo from within the darkness. “This is the noise that keeps me awake”, she thought to herself as she leant against an old oak tree and slid her coat off of her. Moments later, a soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips when she felt the calming coldness of the granite press against her back and the chains rattle above her head. The moonlight caressed her skin and made her eyes glow as she looked at the hooded silhouettes gathering around her.
She was in the middle of getting dressed that morning when she heard a subtle knock on her living room window. Assuming it was her husband who had once again forgotten his keys on the kitchen countertop, she didn’t even think about covering her half naked body. Her eyes widened when she saw the man, who had just recently moved into the house next door, peek in through the big window. It seemed to take the man a moment to realize what he was staring at, and once he finally did, it seemed to her as if the man’s mouth had opened for a split second before he lowered his head. “Sorry… Mrs…” the man mumbled. Not unfamiliar with slightly awkward situations, she thought it was best to not act ashamed or even try to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she walked closer to the window, her exposed breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her steps. “Yes?” she asked the man after she had reached a decent distance from the window. “Can I help you?” Even with the man’s head bowed, she could see a grin appear on his face when he said: “I was just wondering… if I could borrow some…”
The early morning sun caressed her almost naked body as she started to open her eyes. Her vision blurry, it took a moment for the room to take form. The dark corners were the first to appear, then the pile of clothes on the floor between the door and the bed she was lying in. Then, a hairy leg that poked from under the duvet. She held her head as last night’s events slowly appeared in front of her closed eyes. Taxi, pub, cider, club, loud music, too many shots, a cute guy with a wine stain on his shirt and a diamond in his mouth. Slow dancing, bodies pressing together, sweat, more drinks. Then, another taxi, deep kisses, hands all over, stumbling into a flat, hurried undressing, a number of different poses, more sweat, a total blackout. She crawled out of the bed slowly and picked the first piece of clothing from the floor on her way to the bathroom. The sun had climbed higher as she leaned against the sink and looked herself in the mirror. Her dried mascara framed her eyes and nose, and what used to be her lipstick looked more like some sort of a rash. After she had washed her face, she looked herself again and smiled. “Cute”, she whispered to her reflection and grabbed her phone that she had taken with her to the bathroom with the intent of messaging her friend about the eventful night. Then, a sudden knock on the bathroom door interrupted her train of thought. “Hey… you… umm, sexy lady… come back to bed! I promised you something special if you stay for the night”, a male voice said on the other side of the locked door. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that it was the sweet-talking dude from the nightclub. “Sure… but first, let me take a selfie.”
It was the night of her friend’s end of summer party when she, by coincidence, met a rather charming man. Too many drinks were consumed and too many significant looks exchanged, so when the man whispered “I know a motel nearby… should we sneak out of here?”, she agreed without even realizing it. After the intense 13.5-minute session in the shabby motel room, the man fell into a deep sleep. As her tipsiness started to wear off, her curiosity started to get the better of her and she couldn’t help but to flip open the man’s wallet that was resting on the bedside table. She thanked her lucky stars that the man’s driver’s licence was in the first plastic sleeve of the wallet so she didn’t have to invade his privacy more than that to at least know his name. First her eyes locked on the man’s date of birth. “Yikes, he’s twice my age…” she mumbled to herself. “No wonder it didn’t go beyond two puffs and a grunt.” However, even more shocking than the man’s age, was his name. “Oh, hell no!” she exclaimed a bit too loudly when she realized that the man was her friend’s father. As the man started to wake up, she grabbed her purse and the first pieces of clothing she could reach and ran out of the dusty room. Luckily there was a taxi dropping off some drunk people at the same moment as she reached the parking lot. “Hi there…” she said, breathing fast. “Umm… I need a ride.” The cabbie leaned against the passenger side door and looked at her with a grin. “Hell, yeah! Hop on, babe!” It wasn’t until the leather of the back seat pressed against her bare buttocks that she realised that she was wearing nothing but her sheer lingerie.
As the man stepped out of the bar, he saw a woman leaning against the hood of his sports car. “Let’s get out of this town, baby, I’m on fire”, the woman purred, her hands wandering down along her curvaceous figure. “Who the hell are you?” the man asked with a mixture of amusement and anger in his voice. “Don’t be ridiculous. Can’t you hear the open road call us? The highway to hell awaits, baby!” the woman said with a wink and climbed onto the hood, arching her back and stretching like a cat. “Watch it! You’ll dent it or scratch the paintwork!” the man exclaimed, seemingly angry yet the blood rushing to certain body parts insinuated the opposite. The woman wiggled her behind on the hood and then climbed over the windshield and somersaulted onto the passenger seat. “Pedal to the metal, baby! I need to feel the wind against my face”, the woman begged, squirming in the seat. The engine of the car responded with a loud roar as it started on its own, leaving the man clutching the car keys in amazement. “How… How’d you do that?” the man asked as he walked towards the car. “I know many tricks. I’ll show you some of them on the road”, the woman responded with a naughty look in her eyes.
A dentist by day and a dominatrix by night, she lived what some might call a double life. However, easing the pain of her patients by day and making her clients suffer during the long nights, she was a professional of both physical and psychological agony. Her clientele covered all walks of life from blue-collar workers and housewives to physicians, professors and even nuns. Whenever someone in town needed to be controlled or punished, she was the one they turned to. No one knew her real name, they just referred to her as the “purple people beater” because there was always something purple in her otherwise dark appearance.