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“I’m just getting you ready,” he whispered in to my ear. Confused at what he meant I stopped and stared at him in the darkness. He pulled his hand away, replacing it quickly and roughly with his cock. As it slammed inside my body I realised why I had to be ready. The enormous size stretched me even further, as soon as he hit my spot my body erupted.

All my senses screamed with the feeling as I struggled to adjust to his cock. I panted heavily as he pushed hard inside of me, prolonging the pleasure pulsing through me. I screamed out again, not able to contain myself against him.

Just as my body started to relax, he slammed into me building the heat back up immediately. I didn’t know if I could take another round, my body was weakening, supported only by his cock inside me. I breathed in heavily, tightening around him one last time.

This time I heard him groan loudly, his relentless pace quickening. Sounds from the end of the corridor set my senses alive. Somebody was going to catch us; fear and increased pleasure filled me. Jeremy’s speed matched his heartbeat and he pushed into me a final time.

We both screamed out, with not enough energy to mask the sound from our approaching visitors. As the overwhelming feelings pushed through my body I hurried to rearrange my ruined panties while Jeremy slowly pulled out of me.

I heard him grab his trousers, throwing them back around his waist. He gripped my hand tightly in to his and he darted back the way we came. The noises followed us, obviously alerted by my screams; the only evidence left behind was our juices.

I stumbled in the darkness, losing one of my heels. Stopping to pick it up lights started to flood the corridor revealing two men at the end. They shouted after us and as Jeremy pulled me forward, I forgot my shoe and ran.

We reached the metal chain barrier and jumped it with ease; with nobody else around we jogged up the staircase and back into the light. Breathless we stopped running when we reached the main lobby, a room full of restless people.

I quickly took in our appearances, our hair was ruffled, I was missing a shoe and we both smelt like the hard sex we had just had. I laughed loudly to myself, Jeremy joining in soon after. Shouts from behind us set us off again and we ran hand in hand back to the café.

Maybe my adventure was off to a better start than I had first thought…

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An Unconventional Attraction

by

Diana Vega

Cynthia forgot to focus on how quickly things were moving. All she could hear was the quickly fading sound of glasses tinkling and the faint murmur of conversations. Then she heard the light clack of her teeth lightly tapping Billy’s. She felt his breath; surprisingly cool, against her cheek. There was the light rasp of his beard stubble on her cheek then the quick warmth of his tongue as it tentatively touched her lip.

Her hand rested on his shirt sleeve, lightly tracing the soft cotton of the cuff, feeling the warmth of his skin. All of these sensations flooded over her so quickly that it almost made her dizzy. She felt a little wobbly and warmth began to spread between her legs. As she melted into the kiss, she couldn’t stop her practical side from hearing Emily’s voice, “Isn’t that Zombie moving awfully fast?” Very astute for a twelve year old who was just as startled as she was to see a costumed carnival worker practically running to catch them.

With that one thought, all of the emotions Cynthia was on the verge of feeling, shrieked to a halt, because even without the costume, this whole thing with Billy was moving awfully fast. In spite of what her body was feeling and how quickly she was responding, her head told her to stop this kiss before it went any further.

When she thought about it later, she realized that she was getting in her own way. In fact, she had just been talking about this very thing.

“I absolutely cannot meet guys.” Cynthia knew as the words came out of her mouth that her friends would immediately begin to roll their eyes. She was just as tired of saying it as they were hearing it.

“Maybe you’re not opening yourself up to meeting anyone. You work all of the time and you aren’t exactly going to meet anyone at work.”

Cynthia worked as a part-time Nanny. She couldn’t bear to think of herself as a babysitter, because there was so much more to her life than that. But it was true that the only males who wanted her attention were the ones asking her for another juice box or bartering for another ten minutes at the Xbox. Now here she was about to hear the words she was so very tired of hearing.

“Maybe we could fix you up.”

Were there ever more horrifying words spoken? But the thought played itself over and over in her head as she went to work the next day.

When she arrived, the twin boys she looked after were sitting at the dining room table. The fact that they were sitting quietly should have tipped her off. Then she noticed that their sister was sitting between them. They smiled beatifically at her and she got that waiting for the other shoe to drop feeling.

She didn’t have long to wait.

The kids wanted her to take them to a carnival. At night. On a weekend. Well, it wasn’t like she had anything better to do and the boys volunteered to go into the fun house with her so she wouldn’t get scared. Emily was excited because she would be free to run around with her friends without the stigma of having her parents on the premises.

At least she could tell her friends that she had plans for the weekend so they wouldn’t try to force her into a blind date. That was even scarier than any fun house could possibly be.

***

This particular carnival couldn’t decide if it wanted a fun house or a house of horrors. So they kind of mashed them together. The kids didn’t know if they were supposed to be scared or amazed so there was a constant medium loud scream coursing through the long narrow halls. Cynthia wanted to get out of there before she got to the freak show at the end of the hall. As she was chiding herself for calling other human beings freaks, she realized that she was looking into one of the Funhouse mirrors.

“Oh Perfect.” She couldn’t help but say this out loud. Emily stopped short behind her.

“Isn’t that Zombie moving awfully fast?”

Emily was right. There was a long lanky ghoul lurching at top speed towards them both. Cynthia pulled Emily tight behind her and fumbled around in her purse for her pepper spray. Just as she was about to spray the costumed man in the face he smiled.

“You’re Cynthia, aren’t you?”

“Your diction is very good for the undead.”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.”

Cynthia wasn’t sure what kind of person would forget that their face was caked with layers of makeup and that there was a synthetic wound from which an eyeball on a spring protruded.

“Hi, I’m Billy.”

Billy the Zombie held out his grimy hand for Cynthia to shake. She took it hesitantly and shook it briefly. Chris and Steven appeared from out of nowhere clamoring around Emily who still clutched the hem of her shirt.

“I have to go.” Cynthia had no idea why she felt the need to politely excuse herself from a total stranger who had, after all, approached her in the dark. If any other circumstance was better suited for rudeness she could not think of what it might be.

She herded the kids away from the fun house, just as confused as they were about what had happened. A few hours later after she had helped the two boys wash the dirt and slushy stains off of their faces and put their mustard stained shirts in the wash. Emily asked her, “Who was that guy?” That was a good question. Who was that guy and how did he know her name?