Unlock Yourself (The Desires Unlocked Trilogy E-Short Part 0.5) Read Online Free Page A

a moment of abandon, she dropped it into the canal. She hated that stole. She shook her head and adjusted the gold band around her head.
    ‘Shall I rescue that for you?’ A man had appeared by her side. She started in surprise.
    ‘No thank you,’ she said, turning to look at him.
    He was not a tall man, but he had a beautiful face. Dark honey eyes, and a soft curly moustache. He looked young. Maybe the same age as her. Perhaps younger. She took a drag of her cigarette and stared at him. She saw the surprise in his eyes at her audacity.
    ‘Are you going to a costume party?’ he asked, indicating her attire.
    ‘No, sometimes I dress like this because I want to,’ she lied, enjoying the suggestion in her answer. She put her head on one side and smiled at him. He smiled back, and she noticed that he had a little chip in one of his front teeth. A thought came unbidden into her head. How it would feel for him to tease her nipple between his teeth; how would it feel for the sharp broken edge of his front tooth to catch on her skin? She looked into his eyes and his pupils had dilated so that they were almost black. He took a tentative step towards her, and she didn’t move.
    ‘Are you working?’ he asked, so quietly it was as if the water beneath the bridge spoke.
    Working?
What could he mean?
    He stepped forward again. From the glint in his eye, and his hand in his breast pocket, fingering some notes that he had begun to remove, she now understood what he meant.
    He was up close. She could feel his excitement through his trousers as he pressed against the light layers of her skirt, which shifted easily as soon as he touched them to reveal her bare leg. For one so young, how bold he was to approach a woman he thought was a prostitute. Surely he had a beau? He was handsome, looked respectable, and yet she smelt it on him, his potent sexuality, just like her.
    ‘How much?’ he whispered.
    She shivered with fear and excitement. She should have slapped him and walked away, but she didn’t. Her lips went dry, but she tried to keep up her sanguine façade. She named a figure, not knowing if it was the going rate, as she stabbed her cigarette out on the parapet of the bridge. She could see her hand shaking uncontrollably as if in shock at her own words. She grasped it tightly with her other hand, stilling her astonishment.
What exactly was she doing?
    He counted out the notes, looking around him to make sure no one was watching, and handed them to her. She didn’t even glance at them as she stuffed them into her bag.
    ‘Where?’ he asked urgently, his hand around her wrist as if he was worried that she might flee now that she had his money.
    Where?
She hadn’t thought of that. She could hardly take this stranger home. And even if she could, she knew that if she didn’t follow her instinct right this very moment, she never would. She would give him back his money. She might still walk away.
    Yet at the same time as her doubt, another emotion emerged: a sense of power she hadn’t felt since before she got married. Louise was in control again.
    ‘Over there,’ she said, her voice low and husky, indicating a tiny alcove on the other side of the bridge, barely visible from the street.
    He expected her to do it. This was the thrill. After thirteen years of her husband deciding when they would have sex, and being in charge – she was never allowed to actually touch his penis; just had to lie back and let him do his business – this young man wanted her to touch him. She reached out, her hands shaking with anticipation. It felt different from how she had expected. Softer, yet stronger. She squeezed hard and then relaxed her grip. She felt his penis nuzzled into her palm as if it was a being in its own right. Her back was against the old Venetian wall as he pulled aside her skirt, as simply as if he were opening a curtain. He fingered her for a few moments, and it was a delicious sensation. Her husband had never touched her