The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) Read Free Page B

I headed back out of the store before he had the chance to say anything. Back on the street, I took two of the white tablets from the packet. I popped them into my mouth and bit down on them, my teeth grinding them into a white powder. They tasted bitter and I grimaced. Placing the packet into my pocket, I headed up the street towards home.
    Trying to block out the pain, I rubbed my temples again and thought of Chloe. She would be home by now, and I wondered who she was fantasizing about today. I knew she did that now, and I knew she had checked out Internet porn, too. I’d checked her browsing history. I wasn’t spying on her. I was scared of losing her. I feared I might lose her to another if I wasn’t careful. She was young, pretty and very sexy. Plenty of guys would like to take her off my hands. I knew my fears weren’t unfounded.
    To my horror and disgust I’d discovered she had checked out some kind of website for people who liked to partner swap. What did they call themselves? I tried to remember through the foggy pain. Swingers – that was it. Chloe had checked out a website called Bed-Swappers . I found the whole thing disgusting and I told her so. We rowed when she had discovered I’d checked out her browser history. She accused me of spying on her and not trusting her. I told her I’d discovered it by accident and she said she found the website the same way. I didn’t believe her and she didn’t believe me. There you go – we were both lying to each other. What next? I feared.
    So I knew there was every chance that one day soon I would arrive home to find Chloe had left me for another. Someone who could keep his dick as hard and as long as a twelve inch lump of vibrating plastic. Lucky guy. I winced at a sudden stab of pain in my head. Rubbing my temples again, I shuffled on towards home.

Three
     
    Chloe
     
    Breathing heavily, I lay on the bed and let the last tremors of the orgasm trickle through me. With my eyes shut, the guy on the train was still holding me in his arms as I sat propped on the basin. With my chest rising slowly up and down as I drew breath, the last glimpses of my fantasy trailed away like faint smoky embers. The vibrator hummed beside me on the bed. Fumbling for it, I switched it off.
    Although bringing myself off had gone someway to sedating that sexual longing I had deep inside of me, it wasn’t like having the real thing. I wanted to feel a man against me, deep inside of me. I wanted to hear his deep guttural grunts as he came. I wanted to hear a man tell me how much he wanted me – how much he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to know that I turned a man on – I wanted to feel sexy and desirable. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I’d felt like that. Hearing a make-believe guy say those things inside my head wasn’t enough any longer. It was like sticking a Band-Aid over a deep cut – it would only help for so long. With my naked body gleaming with a sticky sweat, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. My legs felt weak. I thought about hiding the sex toy in the drawer beside my bed. Nah, I thought. Let Ben see it. If he knew I was frigging myself off, it might stir him in to giving me the real thing. I doubted it – but it might.
    I left my bedroom, and switching on the shower, I stepped inside and closed the glass door. Tilting my head back and closing my eyes, I let the warm water rain down on my face. As I washed my body, I searched my mind for any way that I might be able to get Ben interested in me again – how I might get any man to be interested in me again. I feared I had become as mundane as the life I now led. There didn’t seem to be any excitement anymore. The women in those erotic books I had started to read were getting fucked pretty much every day. But that was just fiction, right? But was it?
    I’d listened to some of the girls talk at work over morning coffee and none of their lives seemed to be as dull as mine. They were