Lust Quest by Ray Gordon Read Free Book Online

neat and I reckoned that he'd at least been looking after himself since the tart had evicted him. It seemed strange having him in the flat after all that time. He’d been sleeping in her bed, fucking her and coming in her cunt ... We were like strangers, I mused. Musician Alan and I had been strangers until ...
     
    “So, who's this bloke?” Alan asked. I detected a hint of jealousy as he hung his head.
    “I told you, his name's Alan.”
    “Serious, is it?”
    “Serious enough,” I lied. Was it a lie? “He's a musician. So, you and the tart are no longer.” I had to rub it in. “Finished, split up ...”
    “I should never have left you,” he sighed. “Jade, I ...”
    “What's done is done,” I broke in. Including sucking the sperm from a stranger's cock. “We can't turn the clock back, Alan. Not that I'd want to.”
    “So, you wouldn't consider us getting back together?”
    “I was no good in bed. You said that Angela was into oral sex and just about everything else, unlike me. Besides, my Alan thinks that I'm brilliant in bed. What was it with Angela? Did she find someone who was better than you in bed?”
    “No, it wasn't that. Perhaps we could have a drink or a meal some time.”
     
    This really was ironic. He'd devastated me with his cruel words and was now almost begging me to take him back. It wasn't in my nature to be heartless, but I 45
    pondered on playing games with him. Perhaps I wanted revenge? I didn't know what I wanted. But I did know that, for the first time in a year, I felt good inside. I had the musician after me, and now ex-Alan. The dirty book constantly on my mind, I decided to have some fun with him. I wanted to show him that I'd changed, that I was no longer the prude. Did I want to shock him? More than likely.
     
    “It's strange that you said I was no good in bed,” I persisted, pouring the coffee. “Angela has dumped you for another man, and I've got a man who reckons that I'm a nymphomaniac. You seem to be the common denominator when it comes to being no good in bed.”
    “It wasn't that,” he returned irritably. “She was looking for something. I don't know what she wants and I don't think she does. But I do know that I don't want her .
    My biggest mistake was leaving you. I said things at the time that I didn't mean.”
    Passing him a cup of coffee, I frowned. “Didn't mean?” I echoed, feigning astonishment. “If my memory serves me correctly, you said that I was asexual. You also informed me that I had no idea how to please a man and you were delighted because you'd found a proper woman at last.”
    “Yes, but I didn't mean ...”
    “It was a year ago, Alan,” I broke in dismissively. “Let's not drag up crap from the past. So, you're dossing on a friend's sofa? What plans do you have? Are you still working for the insurance company?”
    “Yes, I am. As for plans, well ... I'd thought that we might give it another go.”
    “I've had a dozen or more men since you dumped me, Alan.”
    “What? But you were never ...”
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    “I've been living. I'm enjoying life now I'm free of the constrictions of a possessive, jealous and dominant man who has no idea how to treat a woman.”
     
    Standing before him, I rubbed the crotch of his trousers, feeling his penis through the tight material. He stared at me as if in a state of shock as I massaged his rising organ. I didn't know why I was behaving like that. I supposed it was part of my plan for revenge. Plan? I had no plan. I didn't know what I was thinking as I pondered on pulling his cock out and wanking him. But I was enjoying the game. Dangerous games, I mused as his cock became fully erect. Dangerous games, dangerous pleasure.
     
    Recalling the tart in the book, I realized how easy it was to seduce men. I could have had Alan eating out of my hand, if I'd wanted to. Both Alans, in fact. I wanted to show ex-Alan that I'd not only changed, but was enjoying life to the full without him. He’d always thought I’d