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Naked Lies
Book: Naked Lies Read Online Free
Author: Ray Gordon
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transporting me to orgasm. Can
clocks turn back?
    "Damn!" I
cursed, tugging my skirt down as the phone rang. Leaping up and
grabbing the receiver, I prayed that it wasn't Den again. It could
be anyone, I rationalized, pressing the receiver to my ear. My
mother, a friend... anyone.
    "Hi," Den
whispered huskily. "It's me again."
    "Den..."
    "I noticed
your friend leave so I thought I'd give you a ring."
    "What
for?"
    "To have a
chat, of course. I've been looking through my mags and I've found
two more with your photographs in. There's Miss December and Miss
July - both very naughty, I must say!"
    "What do you
want?" I asked, knowing full well what he wanted!
    "What do I
want? I want to look at you, Jane. I want to see your lovely cunt,
your beautiful tits."
    "Well, you
can't!"
    "But I can.
You don't seem to understand that I have the incriminating evidence
of your more colourful days. I'm holding your marriage in the
balance."
    "No, you're
not! Look, I don't care if you show Mat. He won't believe..."
    "Are you going
to gamble your marriage on a whim?"
    "It's not a
whim."
    "Don't forget
that I have your panties. How will you explain to your husband that
I have your stained panties?"
    "You can't
prove that they're mine."
    "True, but
he'll be somewhat suspicious, won't he? I mean, the photographs,
your dirty knickers... You'd be taking quite a risk."
    "If you think
you can come round here whenever you want and..."
    "I don't think , Jane - I know . OK, this is the deal. I'll keep your filthy secret, but
you'll do everything I ask in return."
    "Never!"
    "Think about
it, Jane - think very, very carefully."
    "I don't have
to think about it!"
    Slamming the
phone down, I wondered what to do as I ambled into the kitchen. I
should have denied all knowledge of the bloody pictures, just
laughed it off. But it was too late for that now, I knew as I sat
at the table, my head slumped in my hands. I'd as good as committed
adultery. I'd stripped before my neighbour, exposed my intimate sex
flesh... It was too late to turn back now.
    Agonizing on what to do for the best as I walked aimlessly
through the hall, I noticed an envelope on the doormat. Den? I
pondered tremulously, tearing it open. Unfolding the sheet of
paper, I was shocked to read the cruel words. You filthy tart . Surely Den wouldn't
bother to send me a note like that? But who else knew what I'd
done? No one could possibly know, I decided. A wave of devastation
hitting me, I thought I would drown in my river of
tears.
     
     

Chapter
Two
     
    Mat had packed
his case and left by eight the following morning. Alone in my bed,
with my turbulent thoughts, I pictured Den. He would have heard
Mat's car back out of the drive, his cue to call on his victim and
make his lewd demands. But I wouldn't answer the door, I decided.
He could knock and knock, ring and ring until his perverse penis
jangled - but I wouldn't succumb.
    I'd not left
the house since Den's visit the previous morning. Feeling
vulnerable, I hadn't even driven into town to buy the velvet dress.
I'd thought Den might be watching my every move, follow me and...
Realizing that I was becoming paranoid, I leaped out of bed.
    Trying to plan
my day, I wandered into the bathroom and took a shower. A quiet
day, I decided - housework, reading... Massaging the soap into my
fleshy sex folds, again, images of standing naked in the lounge
before my neighbour filled my mind. It was like a recurring dream,
a nightmare that wouldn't go away. But yesterday was gone - dead.
Although the incredible events were real enough, I vowed never
again to succumb to Den.
    Refreshed from
my shower, I wandered downstairs in my dressing gown and filled the
kettle. The kitchen seemed different somehow, probably because I'd
stood in that very room with my naked breasts displayed to Den,
allowed him to suck my nipples into his treacherous mouth. The
lounge had seemed different the night before. Mat sitting in his
chair with his scotch, me on the sofa, I'd recalled

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