Ever had one of those intense moments with a complete stranger? Or maybe not a complete stranger. Maybe someone you sort of but not quite know… Hmmm.
Well that’s exactly the subject matter of THROB, the eighth finalist in our erotic fiction competition by Lindsay Hayes.
So go and make yourself a cup of tea or pour yourself a really, really big glass of wine and sit back and enjoy.
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Fucking intense, smouldering eye contact.
Three seconds of eye contact. Fucking intense, smouldering eye contact. That’s all it took.
Heading home from her morning caffeine mission, Sarah was still sleep-addled when she looked up to see The Guy close her neighbour’s door and walk toward the open elevator. Locking eyes with him, hot goosebumps exploded over her entire body and her nipples strained against her bra. What the hell? Suddenly wide awake, she felt more like a teenager swimming in the first intense flush of hormones than the rather sexually experienced thirty-six year-old she was.
She looked back as she closed her apartment door but he was gone, leaving her unsettled, intrigued and to be frank, bloody horny. Poppy, her neighbour, was a friend and hadn’t mentioned a new man in her life yet The Guy had obviously slept over last night. Hence, he was off limits; Sarah had never been ‘the other woman’ and had no intention of starting now. Yet… that crackling, unnerving energy between her and The Guy could not be denied. Goddamn.
Sarah hadn’t so much as touched a man in six months. She was a very sexual person, she just also happened to have very high standards. Her last date had turned out to be overconfident and under-endowed with no idea of how to compensate for it. Thank god her vibrator was rechargeable or she’d have had to buy shares in batteries. As she stepped out of her underwear she was shocked to see how wet she was and again lamented the fact that The Guy was with Poppy. That didn’t mean she couldn’t fantasise, right? With a cheeky chuckle she turned on the shower and let the hot water run over her skin, which was still tingling as though she’d been lit from within.
As she massaged her soapy breasts Sarah let her mind wander, imagining the hands were his as she tweaked and twisted her nipples. She could almost feel him behind her, licking the water as it ran down the back of her neck, biting her earlobe. Reaching downward, Sarah gasped and nearly cried out as she slid her finger onto her swollen clit, stroking herself as she pictured The Guy and his crystal clear blue eyes that had penetrated her to the core.
Her breathing became ragged as she felt her orgasm begin to build – the warmth swirling through her pelvis, the tingles in her upper thighs, the shaking from within. She collapsed to the shower floor as it really took hold, her body wracked with waves of pleasure radiating from her now-throbbing pussy.
Ten minutes later as the hot water started to run out, Sarah finally managed to compose herself. Expecting to be completely sated, she was surprised to still feel a longing in her loins, as though her body was telling her that getting herself off was not going to cut it this time. As she dressed for work The Guy was still front and centre in her mind and she wondered how she’d get through meetings and deadlines with dreams of his cock in her head all day.
As she massaged her soapy breasts …
She was flummoxed that she’d managed to develop a full-on lust crush on the basis of one look but what a look it had been. It held promises of dirty, raunchy sex. Of shared breaths and sweaty skin. But what kind of guy gave another woman that kind of look as he left his girlfriend’s home? Was it all wishing thinking on her part? Was she so dick- hungry that she had started transferring her feelings on to strangers who had no idea?
No. No. Deep-down Sarah knew that the chemistry between her and The Guy had been mutual. She had never had an instant, burning connection with anyone like this before. Sure, she’d been powerfully attracted to people in the past but this was something different. This was pure passion, out of nowhere. She felt like a character in a bad romantic comedy, hungering after her neighbour’s man.
Locking her door, Sarah turned to find Poppy also heading off to work. Blushing furiously as she avoided Poppy’s eyes, Sarah was guilt-ridden for even thinking about The Guy in that way. Don’t say anything about him, she thought. Just stick to your usual morning chitchat.
Chiding herself even as the words left her mouth, Sarah stammered “So, I, um, saw that guy leaving your place earlier…”
Poppy smiled “Oh yeah; Charlie. It’s so nice to have him back.”
Sarah’s heart sunk but she tried to sound upbeat. “Back? Were you in a long-distance relationship, lady? How did I not know about this?”
Poppy cracked up. “Well, if we were together that would be pretty sick, twisty and wrong. Not to mention illegal. Charlie’s my brother.”
Sarah couldn’t help it. She started to smile.
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