READERWAYS

"What do you want me to do?" His breath by my face is like a promise. "I…. I…. I want…." "You have to say it…." He kneads my clit quickly between two fingers, sending electric desire pulsing up through me. "You have to say it" he repeats. "You don't get it without saying it" I surrender "I want you inside me". If I were tied and supported I would collapse entirely. "I want you inside me" He doesn't move. "That's better" he whispers to my ear. "You have to do better than that if you want to cum, but I can give you a little more now…" He slides a finger inside me,

He pauses and stands up. He looks into my face again, running his hands up and over and down my trembling torso, breasts and shoulders, gauging my reactions. His pupils wide and dark, I know that he likes what he finds. Very slowly and gently he runs his hands back around my shoulders and into my hair, pulling my face to his. He kisses me, very softly on this lips then starts nibbling at an ear. "Enjoying this aren't we…" he whispers. "Want to take things further?"

It?s hot: stuffy and hot. I load my cloths and sprays into the trolley then push the trolley along the corridor to the next room. It?s an expensive hotel and normaly the air is fine but the air con isn't working properly and so my daily job of room cleaning is very uncomfortable today. I take the lift to my next room, the Penthouse, and unlock the door. It is a stunning room, bright and sunny and

“No, actually they passed away when I was 10.” I don‟t bother looking over at him, I don‟t want to see it. He sucks in a sharp breath just loud enough for me to catch it. “How did they die?” he asks carefully. “Car accident. A drunk driver fell asleep at the wheel and crossed over the line and hit them head on.”

“Get a move on honey! We’re going to be late!” My dad shouts up the stairs after my Mom. They’re going to a function for my Dad’s work again, some sort of formal dinner where they dress up like dolls.

As we make our exit off the bridge and into Lower Manhattan, there are upcoming signs for Chinatown and Little Italy. We still have a way to go, and a small part of me wishes it could last a lot longer. We come across what looks like a karaoke bar on Bowery and numerous groups outside including a group of girls stumbling towards us. A statuesque blonde points at Evan and whispers to her group of equally gorgeous

Walking up the pedestrian path of the bridge the lights of Manhattan come into view. Beautiful twinkling, the city that never sleeps at her finest. Evan tells me about a spot on Washington Ave. where you can take a great photo of the bridge but of course my camera is still in my condo, so that‟s not happening. How does he know so much about this city even though he‟s not from here?

Well this is not the way I thought this day would end up going when I left my hotel this morning. Exploring New York with a complete stranger I can‟t seem to let go of and now with complete irrationality I am in fear of never seeing again.

What in the actual hell just happened?  Silence has fallen upon the two of us as we avoid eye contact and stare at the sites. Turning on Flatbush Ave. I see a sign for the Zoo and Botanic Gardens. If only I had known about this place earlier I would have come here instead of going shopping for more clothes I don't need. I

Seeing ahead what I can now note as a huge tree line I know we're quickly coming up to the outskirts of the Park. I spot a sign to my right that says 'Parkside Donuts' and I can actually hear my stomach growl like a wolverine. I'm not the only one who notices because my walking partner turns and gives

Completely abandoning my poor pizza craving, we begin the long walk back to my hotel. I can't help but sideways glance at the glorious being beside me. Trying not to blush like a nervous wreck I try for small talk hoping my shaky voice doesn't give me away. "So you live in New York?" "No, L.A. actually! I'm here for work." What a coincidence.

I love that moment when you're in a relationship and you're so comfortable with each other that you could hold each other for hours and just be. This isn't that moment.  Stepping out of the taxi instead on hitting warm concrete like I thought was going to happen,

night as a hermit. Tomorrow is going to be my day to get lost and maybe find myself all at the same time.  One thing you can count on in New York is you'll never be bored. Central Park, Empire State,

6 months ago “Seriously Ella, I'm going to be fine. It'll be good for me to do something other than work for a change." I sighed into the phone, knowing that my best friend is just worried about me being in the big city all by myself. I feel like all I've done lately is wake up, go to work, come home and sleep. Maybe even eat, if I can remind myself. I love my job, but working as a nurse

Prologue Present Day  This. This can't be happening.  I knew I felt that familiar warm fluttering feeling in my stomach and I ignored it.  Stupid.