It was starting to become excruciating. The clock in the corner of the arrivals board told me I’d been sitting here for almost three hours – that was four minutes longer than the last time I checked. I just couldn’t stay in that room, waiting any longer. I wriggled on my chair and smiled. The love egg was nestled nicely inside. He promised to let me know he’d landed in his own special way.
This is the fourth instalment of my dark, erotic short story, “Audience for the Marionette”, which features in my forthcoming erotic short story collection on(read more…)