Authors: Kate Lynne
|Getting Inside of V |
|Limitless Publishing LLC (2013)|
The name's V...
I'm beautiful in every sense of the word physically. But on the inside, I'm a black pit.
If you're expecting a happily ever after, a white picket fence and 2.5 kids; then this isn't the story for you.
There aren't any happily ever after in the works for me or those whose lives I poison.
I hold the key to my pleasure and I'll be damned if I ever give it up again.
God forsake those that stand in my way of ultimate gratification.
You may regret me, but you'll never forget me.
Use or Be Used, there are no other options...
Erotic Novella Number One of the “Getting inside of V” Series.
By: Kate Lynne
Copyright © 2013 by
Kate Lynne. All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: September 2013
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
I'd like to dedicate Used to all of the
open-minded men and women out there. The people who like what they like; regardless of what others think about it. Whether you are openly naughty or still in the closet, this one's for you. Keep doing you!
One of the many beginnings and an all too quick ending
Shit, I’ve done it again. First I’m riding Jason’s hard dick and next thing I know I’m tripping out like some stage five clinger. It happens every time and I lose control. The only way to get my control back is to steal the power. So I do what I have to do and I get high off of it. It’s the adrenaline rush and I just can’t stop. I look around me at the mass devastation that such a small force as myself has created and I smile. I actually fucking smile. An all-out, lunatic, Joker-looking mother-fucking smile, but a smile nonetheless. I’ve just finished dyeing my hair. Doesn’t matter what color hair I rock, I always look sexy no matter what. Looks will never fail me until I’m old and gray. I hope to be rid of myself by then. I don’t want to grow old, ever. I don’t want to be feeble, weak, or have to rely on another human being. We don’t give a flying fuck about each other. We may pretend we do for a short period of time to get what we want, but it’s human nature. We come first, we always have, and we always will. You are the only person you can rely on one hundred and fifty percent in life, don’t fuck that up. Love yourself, you’re all you’ve got in the end.
I throw my freshly dyed blonde
hair up into a black baseball cap, grab my bag and all of the loot that I’ve compiled, and hit the road yet again. I fly out of the driveway of an all too normal brick home. I’m driving a car that’s not mine, but I’ll ditch it soon enough. I know better than to keep traceable things. I just need it to get me as far as the closest bus station and then I’m back on the road, duffel bag filled with money in hand. I’ve been doing this for almost two years now. It’s become a part of my everyday routine. Just like you sitting there, drinking your coffee and judging me. That’s your normal and this is mine.
Jason was my latest conquest. God was he easy. I met him out on the beach, surfer boy by nature. He was calming and I thought he would help calm me, too. He was beautiful. His bright blue eyes will be forever engraved in my mind. Well
, at least until I find a pair of peepers to rival his and erase the memory. I think that I care. I think that I’ve found that one special person or set of persons. That one relationship to keep me ultimately satisfied. But it’s never truly the case. I guess deep down I know it, but I still do what I do. I like the thrill of jumping from one person to the next. Call me what you will, but I’m having fun and I don’t plan on stopping for you or any other fuck that thinks they are superior to my lifestyle. Be around me for more than five minutes and I’ll have you eating out of the palm of my hands just like the next. I’ll have you crying, cumming and loving within an inch of your life. You’ll fucking love it, too. You’ll hate that you do, but you will, nonetheless. Jason was simply too good to be true. All American golden boy with bleached blond hair and tanned tight abs. His dick was perfect. A pretty peen, if you will. Tan, just long enough to hit all the right spots, and thick enough to stretch me to perfect fulfillment. I should have known. Right then and there. But like most, he shocked me into submission and I followed him blindly. Unfortunately for my victims, I only remain paralyzed for a short time. I turn back into the real me and all hell breaks loose. Well, he was a good fuck while he lasted. Too bad he was married. Yes, fucking married. Golden girl wife, too. Gorgeous long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had perfect white teeth and a sexy little body. I can definitely see the appeal. But why did Jason have to fuck everything up? Why couldn’t he have just been a good little boy? Perfect doting husband, like you’d expect him to be at first glance. People are never what they seem. Use or be used; there are no other options.
’m speeding down the expressway, hoping to remember my way back. Jason and I only spent a couple of weeks together, but I really thought this was it. Well, on to the next. My mind hits me with clips of memories, almost like a movie playing.
“Yes, baby, just like that.” I moan because I’m sitting on his face and his tongue is deep inside of me, flicking around aimlessly back and forth. No solid direction, but it stills feels fucking golden. I have his hands tied to the bed posts behind him. “Come on, don’t stop…lick that pussy until I cum all over your face. You like it when I squirt all over you. You love it when I grind my pussy against your tongue until you can’t breathe!” He mumbles, but I can’t hear him for obvious reasons. I’m riding his face like I would trot on a horse and he fucking loves it. He thinks this control is just an act. They all do. I slap his chest when he starts coughing, leaving a bright red hand mark behind. I cum so hard that my toes go numb and my leg continuously twitches. A mixture of him tongue fucking my soaking wet cunt and seeing the handiwork my feminine hand did on his brilliantly muscled chest instantly sends me over the edge. I get off of his face and climb off the bed without releasing him. I grab my purse from the bedside table. I pull my cigarettes out and light one up. I dance around the room, to the beat inside my own head. I tempt him by wiggling every asset I have around the room. I shimmy my hands, shake my breasts and even turn around so he gets a nice glance at my sexy ass.
“You like what you see
, baby?” I ask him.
Mm…yes. Come here, V. Untie me.” He’s practically whimpering. The begging is one of my favorite parts.
I now have my hand trailing down to my core. I trace my outer lips and stick my middle finger inside my wet pussy. I bring it out slowly, teasing myself just the way I like. I slowly bring my middle finger up to my lips and suck it seductively into my mouth. He erupts all over himself and I haven
’t even touched him.
“Naughty, naughty boy. You came before I said you could. Have fun lying there for the rest of the night alone.” I continue my dance around the room, making my way, butt ass naked to the bedroom door to let myself out. I happen to glance at the wall and there it is, a fucking wedding photo. How in the world did I not notice that before? Must have been all the bodily fluids I was leaking and my brain being fuzzy. I get that way from
over-stimulation. Ah well, other fish in the sea. I exit the room and laugh.
“Nooo! Come back
, V! Stop fucking around. Don’t leave me tied up here!” He’s screaming now and it only causes my laughter to increase. Rage rapid fires and takes over my entire being.
“Being tied up is not the worst thing that can happen to you, believe that!” I call back. If only he knew how
much truth I was telling in that moment and usually I don’t tell the truth.
I arrive at the nearest bus station, take a final look around the scenic tranquility that is Dalton, California and go to the ticket counter to choose my next destination. My mind focuses back on the task at hand. I pull out a fake ID, I carry around several. I’ve made connections in terribly low places. I throw the keys of the candy apple red mustang to the kid sitting on the ground, strumming his guitar. I hope he sells it and uses the money to get a home. That’s not for me to decide, though. My mother always taught me to give and not expect anything in return. Once the gift is out of your hands, out of sight, out of mind. She always gave such great advice. I have probably taken her words way out of context these days. You can’t win them all, though. I finally choose the perfect place to go. It’ll be a long journey, but well worth the end result, I hope. I collect my ticket and head towards the row of buses lined up. Forty-three hours and counting until New York, New York; the city of lights and endless possibilities. This will be my last stop, I feel it in my bones. Obviously I’ve been known to be wrong before. If that’s the case, I’ll deal. I always find a way to adapt to new surroundings and situations. When I’m shaken yet again from my mind, I look around for a final time.
I can see him. The one that continuously follows me from place to place. He thinks that I don’t know who he is. That he
’s the intelligent one. He looks as if he hasn’t slept in days. Rough stubble lines his jaw and dark circles shadow his eyes. I can pinpoint his distress by his posture and the way he stands almost completely hunched over. Even from this distance, I can tell he is completely destroyed. Nobody believes his accusations and he has no proof. Why would anyone believe that someone as innocent looking as I could really be a destructive and nasty bitch. I laugh to myself. I make it a point to flash a mega-watt smile in his general direction. His face turns to instant confusion. He looks behind him, as if I must have been smiling at someone else. I take full advantage of his lapse in judgment and quickly board the bus. I’m the last one on a fairly empty bus and the driver pulls away almost instantly. I sit by myself and put my headphones on full blast. Music is the easiest way to drown out all of my condemning thoughts. Maybe at some point I want him to catch me. His dedication is truly captivating. But not just yet. I’m having too much fun to stop now. I force myself to push his face out of my mind. I need to get my head back in the game. What’s done is done, now on to more fun. You only live once, right?