Category: Erotica

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The leather of the passenger seat burns her thighs as she sits down. With the smallest of squeals she pops her legs up onto the dash, leaving only the tiny bit of her covered in denim to the scorching summer heat.
“If you were wearing clothes that wouldn’t happen.”
“I thought you wanted to see my legs.”
“I thought you wanted my eyes on the road.”
“I like living dangerously.”
His eyes drink her in. From her feet, precariously perched on the heels of her flip-flops, up and down and up and down again her legs, starting to bronze from the early summer sun, though a far cry from her usual late summer ocher.
“Red light, darling.” She grins, big and toothy. The car lurches to a stop, seat belts biting into both of their shoulders.
“Dangerous, you said.”
“Gonna make me eat my words?”
“I’m not even going to touch that one.”
The car hums again into motion. The sun beats down through the windows. The trees whiz by, one after another, a green blur. His hand finds the soft smoothness of her leg, which has finally drifted down into the seat proper. Their eyes meet the horizon.
“Is the air on?”
“Can’t you feel it?”
“All I feel is hot.”
“Getting ahead of yourself?”
“You’re bad.”
His hand strokes up and down in slow, purposeless circles, ever widening, until they reach from her knee to just under the hem of her shorts. He doesn’t follow with his eyes. She doesn’t doubt where his focus lies.
“Say cheese!” She holds her phone horizontally up to her eye.
“I’m driving.”
“Cheese.” She pouts. He shows his teeth. Click. She beams. He squeezes, hard, the tips of his fingers sinking deep into her thigh. “Easy, mister. Play nice.”
“Maybe I ain’t so nice.”
“Maybe.”
The miles and miles multiply before them. She starts to hum along to the radio. He turns it up, just a touch, then returns to tapping out the rhythm with his fingertips, against her skin. The shadows grow longer.
“I’m glad we’re doing this.” She squeezes his arm.
“Me too.”
“I mean, I’ve thought about it for, well…”
“Hey. Don’t spoil it.” His arm wraps around her. She leans into him. Read more »

Link to Part 1 in comments.

The way to Megaton wasn’t far at all, but with how exhausted Jacob was each step felt like two. His thoughts were already circling around the question when he could make time to return, Amata’s voice and face still vivid in his memory.

He gave the beggar a bottle of water, greeted a few Megaton citizens and heard the voices chattering around him, but his mind was only half there as he closed the door behind himself, eager to catch up on sleep and just do nothing but think for a while.

Wadsworth was on the ground, deactivated like he had left him days ago to swap out a faulty switch that led to him telling the same joke over and over. And yet there was something in the house -someone – that didn’t belong.

“Someone there?!” he called out, feeling stupid right away because it was his house and he had locked the door. To his surprise he immediately got an answer. Read more »

With the large vault door closing behind Jacob the same eerie silence he had grown up with returned to his life, the mix of boredom and safety that had once been all he’d known. Now it felt strange, a phase of his life he had grown out of, left behind even though his thoughts never quite left.

He had lived through more than just one lifetime in the past years, ended the lifetimes of others and helped those in need. It had made him rich and a legend, he owned houses in Megaton, Rivet City and the Tenpenny tower. The sherrif’s hat was now his and the Brotherhood Knights greeted him with respect when their paths crossed. There were women aplenty, but none who could live up to the one he had left behind.

Amata was always somewhere in the back of his mind, the cute face and the years of friendship they had shared rivaling with the sadness of not having her with him. She should have, but then he kind of understood that his world wasn’t hers and that her fate was running the good ol’ one-oh-one. Read more »