Paradise - Part Four (The Erotic Adventures of Sophia Durant) by O.L. Casper Read Free Book Online Page A

in Stafford. I hadn’t seen him since my first meeting with Carter, he was away on a business trip, but I would see him tonight and there I would lay it out for him. If nothing else, the man was a brilliant planner; hence the source of his “staggering fortune.” If in fact he was a criminal, especially on the scale the FBI thought he was, then he was a brilliant evader of the authorities as well. Still, I was surprised by the lax state of the measures of personal security he took in regard to his affairs—though evidently the FBI thought him a tough nut to crack.
    After the last meeting with Carter I decided to wipe the hard drive of any computers I had stored my diary on. I now only stored it in a very well hidden spot online. The document itself is heavily encrypted and there would be no traces on any of my machines of having accessed it—nor even of how to access it. I did this all in the event of any foolish attempt by the FBI to detain me or confiscate my devices. I was prepared for any eventuality. In the course of the afternoon I formulated a plan for dealing with Special Agent Glenn Carter and his ilk.
     
    Sophia Durant’s Diary
    November 5, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
     
    I saunter up to Stafford’s bedroom a few minutes past nine o’clock. I wear a hooded robe over the Gorean attire of a camisk . I look forward to a night of sensual adventure as well as discussing the approaching net of the FBI.
    In the room I find the waterfalls and fountains flowing and the grandmaster of deception himself robed, sitting at the end of the bed with a chalice of wine. He picks up a second chalice off an end table and hands it to me. I swallow the contents of the chalice and hand it back to him. Then I untie the neck of the robe and let it fall to the floor. I turn around and walk the length of the room, hips forward, as though I’m on the catwalk. At the end of the stroll I look at him before I take a bow. He smiles at me and removes his robe to reveal the fact that he’s wearing nothing underneath.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 15
     
    Sophia Durant’s Diary (continued)
     
    He stands up, chiseled abs glistening in the light, and walks forward. I back away with an inviting smile. I glance down. His cock throbs and bounces slightly with every step, fully erect. I can feel the sticky juice flowing down my inner thigh. He could glide it in at any moment and it would feel smooth and comfortable. Not to mention, ecstatic . I lust after it. Before I know it I hit a wall behind. I lean my head back against it. He leans in and puts one finger to my wet labia. He runs the finger between the lips, round the clit and to the hole. He puts his fingertip inside. Then he takes it out and touches my inner thighs.
    “You’ve missed me, kajira .”
    “You’re my kajira .” I smile.
    “Maybe.” He doesn’t smile.
    He lifts one of my legs and touches the head of his cock to my labia. He rubs it around the lips and finds the hole. I feel a surge of energy as it slides in. He pumps. I bounce, riding him. He parts the open neck of the camisk to expose my breasts, which drape in the cold air before him. He grips my breasts and squeezes and massages them as he pumps me. He is slow in every respect except for the thrust—that comes quick and hard, and I bounce in ecstasy. We lose ourselves in the waves upon waves of dreamlike current flowing through us. Any concept of time disappears. I know this can go on indefinitely. He is the master of stamina. Every woman’s dream. And I own him. Every last bit from head to toe. The height of ecstasy achieved is enough to make one think she has found the purpose of life. I struggle to stay standing and remain conscious. I tell him I can’t take it anymore standing up and he relents. Though only long enough for me to get down on my hands and knees. Then he finds the spot again and puts it in. My fluid is seeping down my legs. My breasts hang from my chest like two weights, pulling my chest toward