I sat on the stage in the middle of the swarm of people, 
hearing only the sound of my heart beating loudly in my 
ears like wind-up drums. Boom, boom, boom, the sound 
grew louder, as if an army was marching through my 
chest. I nervously wiped my hair away from my damp 
forehead, only to have it fall once again in wisps 
around my face.

A first person account of a bet gone bad at an office Super Bowl party. Shelly learns that she should have made all of her bets with Kelly before the game while they were both still sober.

Chapter 1

Suzy Flancher lay on her back and soaked up the warm Florida sun, her eyes closed to the sky. Laughter came from somewhere up the sugar-sand beach, maybe from her brother, Matt, and the girls he'd located at the resort motel already.

From the other side, she could hear the low tones of her father's gentle voice as he talked soothingly to her mother and flipped shells into the tiny ripples of surf.

¿Qué había pasado? ¿Cómo he llegado hasta aquí? ¿Cuándo perdí las riendas de mi vida? ¿de mi sexualidad?

Todo era culpa suya, suya y de nadie más. Supo bien como manipularme, como hacerse dueño de mi vida, de mi cuerpo, de mi alma.

Si, definitivamente, odiaba aquella situación. Me sentía sucia, muy sucia. Y, sin embargo, allí estaba.

Desnuda y expuesta a sus miradas libidinosas. Bocas babeando y sexos erectos. Ansiosos por poseerme, ansiosos de poner sus sucias manos sobre mí. De dejarme cubierta por dentro y por fuera de su semen pegajoso.

Bob let himself into his friend's apartment, as he'd been instructed to do.
When he first laid eyes on her, he was stopped dead in his tracks by what he
saw. He'd expected something like it, but was still struck speechless by
what he was seeing, much like an art student laying eyes on the original
Mona Lisa for the first time. 

The planned visit to her lovers house results in heavy bondage, sensory-deprivation, total immobilisation, serious sexual torment with orgasmic nirvana as climax.

Chapter 4 - the next 3 weeks