About A Dangling Conversation

by Dallas Coleman
10 pages / 3050 words
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A one-sided conversation between a man and his one night stand takes a chilling turn when the man reveals that they're waiting for his lover to make their night a threesome. The talk gets hot when the man describes how he and his lover met, then suspenseful when he starts describing the things he and his lover have done. Will the threesome take a turn for the worse in this terror tale?

Sample

Comfy?

Cool. That chair used to be my dad's, a long time ago. He gave it up because he wanted to do modern. I like it, though. I like how sturdy it is.

I like the way the wood's all smooth, too.

You want a drink or something? No? Man, I do. I'm so fucking thirsty.

I have to wait, though. We've got a third coming.

Yeah, that's a hot idea, huh? He makes me look like a shadow.

Where is he? Taking care of some business before he comes home to play. That's how he works. He's very serious about his business.

Very.

Work before play, he says, then he bends me over and fucks me. Keeps me happy.

Keeps me right here and feeling him, you know? Feeling him deep, even when he's not here.

Funny, isn't it? How you get used to things being just one way? I mean, I bet when you went out tonight, you didn't believe you'd end up here, playing this game with me, did you?

Nope. Of course you didn't. But now, you've got to be hot and bothered, knowing that we're gonna get it on, huh?

I knew it.

Nervous? You look a little nervous. I can tell. Oh, don't worry. He's something special. No one comes here that doesn't fall in mad, wild, passionate...

Well, you'll see.

It'll be so fucking hot.

That's how it was for me, on my first time. Hot.

We ended up in a rent-by-the-hour place, because, well, he was buying and I wasn't near as classy then as I am now, you know? His cock was buried in my ass, the ring of muscles stretched so wide they were gonna snap like a fucking rubber band if he pulled out, you know? Like I could fucking tear apart, except it wasn't fucking bad. I felt hot, all pressed down on the bed with my ass in the air, cupped into his pointy-as-fuck hip cradle with that cock pushed so deep inside me that I felt like I could taste him if I swallowed.

I mean, for real.

Hot.

Then he fucking bit me, right here. Yeah, right here on my motherfucking shoulder. Can you still see the scar? Wicked, ain't it?