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and tried to damp down the reaction, but it was impossible. Dark pleasures cannot be denied. My body moved ahead without me. I closed my eyes.
    The hand that had circled my ankle, then insidiously massaged my calf and aroused me, tightened painfully. ‘Open your fucking eyes and look at what I am doing to you.’
    ‘No, no,’ I moaned.
    ‘Be silent and obey.’
    I opened my eyes and looked down at his hands as they stroked the insides of my thighs. His fingers pulled apart my sex lips and the exposed, terribly swollen, well-used bud was suddenly and utterly defenseless against the relentless spray. My thighs began to shake with the approaching orgasm. And then all hell broke loose. 
    He brought me breakfast in bed, ugh, sausages and eggs. We had to stop eating to fuck. When I was leaving he asked me for my number. I gave it to him. He told me he was going away but he would call me in a month’s time.
    He never did. And I never got to have that shower either. He sent me home in a taxi stinking to the high heavens of him, of us, of dirty sex.

Five
    I can tell you straight off the bat that the next day is hell. I am like a mosquito using the edge of a razor blade as a landing to taxi off. I try to work, but I can’t concentrate since my sex is swollen and throbbing and the rubbing of my hardened nipples against the material of my T-shirt drives me crazy. At six o’clock I dress in a V neck blouse and a skirt—and no knickers. First he is going to explain about my phone number and then I’m going to let him fuck me.
    By seven I am a living wreck, but what he sees when he walks in is me sitting on the sofa as cool as a melting ice cube. I quirk an eyebrow and cross my legs. The message is clear. I’m in charge tonight. We play by my rules.
    ‘Have a seat,’ I tell him.
    He stalks over, drags my startled body upright and snaking his palms down to my ass slams my pelvis into him. His erect cock presses into my stomach. I don’t know how I had expected our meeting to go, but my body sings with relief. My eyes gaze longingly at his lips, my arms cry to hook themselves around his neck and my body yearns to rub itself like a cat against his hard length. Only my pride keeps my raving nymphomaniac instinct at bay.
    I avert my face.
    He sniffs audibly. ‘Pretend all you want, but I can smell your arousal.’ He traces the V of my top down to my cleavage. The desire to press my breast into that broad palm is shocking.
    ‘Stop it,’ I hiss.
    With a wicked smile he cups my breasts with his hands. They are heavy and tight. He squeezes. I can’t help it, I whimper.
    ‘Don’t you know crossing and uncrossing your legs is considered an invitation?’ he mocks.
    ‘Don’t you know lesbians play by different rules?’
    ‘Stop me if you don’t like it,’ he murmurs.
    I bring my hand up and catch his in a firm grip.
    ‘Do you want to know what I think?’
    ‘No,’ I whisper weakly.
    ‘I think, my little lesbian, that you’ve picked up a little addiction for cock. For my cock. Nothing’s ever been good enough since then, has it?’
    I gasp at the arrogance of the man. ‘You’re a patronizing son of a bitch, you know?’ I accuse hotly. ‘You said you’d call and then you didn’t. Why didn’t you call me?’
    ‘It’s complicated,’ he replies pleasantly, and bringing my hand to his lips starts delicately kissing the knuckles.
    It is very distracting, but I am determined. ‘Is complicated code for you changed your mind and didn’t bother to tell me and then you saw me again by accident at the Van Woolf art exhibition and thought, I’m bored, I’ll have another go?’
    He stops kissing my hand. His eyes focus on mine. ‘Look into my eyes and tell me you really believe that. I thought about you every fucking day. I always knew one day I’d come back for you.’
    ‘One day?’
    ‘I told you it’s complicated.’
    ‘Define complicated.’
    ‘Composed of elaborately interconnected parts, complex, difficult to