I close the door again. I stand there for a second, aware of the impact my next move will have on my life. I pause and take a deep breath, before I slowly begin the descent back down the steps, to where my captor lays unconscious on the floor. I bend down and touch his face. He’s out of it, but won’t be for long. He was never violent to me and although I knocked him out to facilitate my escape, he’ll be understanding. He must know how this situation would make a girl feel.
More importantly, when he wakes up I’ll explain it to him. I don’t want to leave this place. I want to feel everything I’ve felt these last few hours, but I want it every day. New sensations and endless pleasure.
This is my home now.
I’m staying.
The End
About The Author
Suzanne Jones is relatively new to writing erotic literature, this being only her third foray into this field. She finds writing liberating as it provides an outlet for her deviant mind, and she likes nothing more than sitting down at the computer trying to think up new scenarios to place her plucky female characters into. In her spare time she likes to visit sex shops (purely for research, obviously), and go out for long walks to clear the cobwebs from between her ears.