Agent of Redemption E2
Alex in the Wings (low erotica)
She had found him on-line a few weeks earlier and they had chatted. Quickly the flames had kindled in him. The talk, initially tame, catch-up-stuff had slowly become reminiscing. And then flirting and then erotic. The oxygen took hold. The elephant in the room was ablaze.
Alex had pressed her to share a fantasy and she had admitted to dreaming of a classy sex party.
It was this chat that had led April to set up her private board on Pinterest. Her routine now was to have her pink rabbit next to her on the bed as images flashed up on the phone screen. Black and white images of elegant couples, sexy lingerie, tied wrists, crops and floggers. Stylish girls in luxurious rooms being pleasured by one, two, three or groups of handsome men. Spoiled, teased. A fit man, naked with girls sucking at him while others kissed him all over or offering their pussies to his mouth.
She would jump from image to image as her toy and her mind took her to orgasm. She’d lie in bed, as satisfied as she could be with her toy. And always her fantasies found their way back to him.
For this last year her toxic relationship had gone through the full gamit of clashes. Furious arguments, slammed doors, poisoned words, so many stemming from nothing, from apparent petty irritations.
