Dark Secrets II: A Long Sweet Night

By Frank Spreader

"Andrew!" shrieked Raine when impatiently his hands and mouth kissed her breasts.
"Uh-huh?" replied Andrew, kissing, sucking reddish nipples that stood upright.
"Drew, don't."
"Uh-huh?"
Andrew didn't notice her words. His hands were squeezing her breasts a little rough while his tongue kissed her ears alternately.
"Ahhhh... Drew, don't. I'm on curse."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Spreader
• Release date: Nov 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463676233

Frank Spreader

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DARK SECRETS II: A SWEET LONG NIGHT

by Frank Spreader

Copyright 2019 Frank Spreader

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CHAPTER ONE

A bisexual. A bisexual!

For a moment Liddy’s brain felt confused by the fact she heard. For a moment she was doubtful about the truth of Sinclair’s words. She looked into her eyes and saw the honesty there. The eyes began to darken, and she saw lust starting to appear there.

Eh, Clair. No kidding? she said, trembling a little.

Do you want proof? said Sinclair as she approached.

Liddy staggered backward until her butt touched the dividing wall of the bedroom and bathroom. Feelings of shame, tension, and confusion mixed into one.

Hehe, your face’s so funny when you’re confused, said Sinclair as she stepped back. I’m just kidding, she continued.

Huff, you just gave me a heart attack, scolded Liddy.

Hehe, you were so tense since morning. Just relax, said Sinclair.

That was true. Today too many events had drained Liddy and made her hungry.

Hungry?

Um, you’re not hungry? I’ll order fast food, asked Liddy.

I did. For you too. You were just busy having a bath. Didn’t answer me when I called you, explained Sinclair, making Liddy ashamed. Now it’s my turn to take a bath, she continued.

Yes, Clair. Thanks, said Liddy, wearing the baby doll she just bought. No underwear.

Hopefully, there’ll be no guests tonight.

This nightgown was quite thin so that her nipples looked dreamy. She had time to shave her pubic hair. Nothing remained.

If not, it’ll definitely be seen from behind this nightgown, she thought.

She went to the living room and saw a pizza box on the table. She opened it and could see some remaining slices. She took one and started having dinner. She went to the door and locked it.

Luckily the smell-smock left the door key, she thought.

She remembered the collection of his books. She went to the bookcase with a collection that was quite strange because it was lined up with detective books like the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the Poirot series by Agatha Christie, but there were also the Harlequin novel and several Detective Conan and Dragon Ball comics.

A strange collection!

She took the Harlequin novel, a slice of pizza, and start enjoying both on the living room sofa. Fifteen minutes passed, and the combination of being stuffed and reading a book made her eyes sleepy. She only lasted five more minutes before flying into the dream.

Liddy felt ticklish on her nipples, and the feeling moved down along the curve of her stomach to the thigh area. The tingling then changed to a warm, wet feeling when it approached her vaginal cavern. Slow but sure, the feeling was approaching the sensitive part in her vagina.

Please… That one…

But as if it didn’t understand, the warm, wet feeling was only playing on the outside of her vagina and switched to the abdomen and fiddled with the inner thighs. The fire of lust began to tickle her. Her vagina felt moister. The warm, wet feeling returned to her vagina and lingered on the outer lips that felt so sensitive now.

Please…

Now the feeling gently kissed the sensitive area in the upper fold of her vagina. The itching had peaked. The feeling of pleasure began to spread to every part of the nerves in her body before it seemed to gather on the clitoris that became larger. The itching on the wall of her vagina was getting worse. She moved her thighs so that they could rub against her clit. And the feeling couldn’t be held back.

Hah… Hah… Hah…

She woke up and felt her body. Her gown was still attached.

Was it a dream? she thought. If it was a dream, why did it feel so intense?

She felt her lower body and could feel her pussy wet.

Was I having a wet dream? After all this time?

With a dizzy head, with lust that was still had, she went to the veranda. But before reaching the veranda, she heard a low hiss mixed with the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.

Is Sinclair still in the shower?

Liddy slowly went to the bedroom, then with a little tiptoe, she stepped into the bathroom. The voice slowly grew louder.

Ughhtt. Ahh…

Ngggg…

A sigh mixed with a mechanical hum came from behind the bathroom door. Liddy remembered the two things that had fallen from Sinclair’s towel, and at once she understood what was behind the door. With a heated face, she stepped out of the room and walked to the porch. The cold of the first night in the Modern Gomorrah welcomed her. She could see lights from buildings like thousands of fireflies that adorned the night.

She sat in one chair on the veranda. From here she could see the G-Team Corp. building.

Is the smell-smock in there? she thought. Ouch! Why do I even think about him? It must’ve been because of the Harlequin novel I read.

Liddy, ma’am?

Liddy heard her voice from the bathroom.

Yes, Clair? she replied, stepping into the bathroom.

Can you get me my towel? said Sinclair from the half-opened bathroom door.

Yes, Clair, said Liddy, taking the towel she had put near the living room. Here, she said, handing the towel to Sinclair, who was naked.

Yes, naked! She watched her secretary’s body. Tiny, that was the only definition she can get for her.

Sinclair’s breasts were tiny, only as big as an apple but rounding beautifully. They looked so beautiful, hanging on her chest.

Liddy looked down.

Wow!

She could see her pubic hair shaved. Very beautiful.

Wow, you have a very nice body! she said honestly.

Ah, yours is nicer. Eh, don’t look at me like that. You’re gonna want me, hehe, said Sinclair, ignorant.

Yeah, in your dream.

Liddy stepped out of the bathroom. She returned to the living room and took the novel lying beside the sofa and continued reading.

What’re you reading? asked Sinclair.

Liddy saw her wearing a thin white kimono.

"The Harlequin novel, the manwhore’s collection," she