Ash
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I drive home in a haze, lucky the hour is late and the traffic is low. The stretch of lifting myself out of the car and walking into my apartment is almost more than I can bear. My body is empty of all its strength, and my mind is full of questions.
What did he mean “Holy Grail”? How can someone fuck me so hard then kiss me so gently? Am I a toy or am I his lover? Is he my savior or is he my friend with benefits? Where do we go from here?
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I drop into bed after a shower and although I’m sore and swollen I feel so full and wonderful inside. Never in my life could I imagine myself allowing a man to speak to me as Mark did, and I certainly have never offered anyone the kind of service I willingly gave him. It’s all a puzzle to me.
Right as I’m drifting to sleep I hear the annoying undeniable ringtone of my cell phone telling me there’s a text message. That doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly midnight and since I’ve lost my job my texts have gone from forty a day to zero. I get up and cross the room, every step reminding me of the rough rear-entry pounding my pussy just endured. When I look at the phone the top is supposed to show me the number it came from.
The number is 555-555-5555.
It’s an old reporter trick, of course. Pretty much anyone in publishing, news or secret keeping knows how to set their phone up to register the 555 number as a way of masking their identity. I was taught the trick in college as were most of my staff and friends. So, whoever sent me this message wants to be anonymous. Let’s see what they have to say.
Flicking the screen with my thumb I chose the little text icon and the spinning circle appears for just a second before the message shows up on my phone. A chill goes down my spine and I am suddenly wide awake. There are four words on my screen.
“Do Not Trust Him.”
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