The Underpass..

“I want you there ten-thirty sharp. Wait for me, wearing nothing but these.” He held out a short midi-coat and the highest pair of heels she’d ever seen. She gasped in shock. “In the underpass? At that time of night?” He smiled, his lips curling lecherously in just the way she liked. “Yes. You stand right in the middle, one leg up against the wall and your coat open and ready.” “But what if someone comes? A strange guy… or maybe a group of guys, on their way home. What on earth do I do then?” He grinned. “That’s easy. You just fuck them…” #amwritingerotica #erotica #amwriting

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