A “Tease” From My Second Book “Killing The Desire”

He stood over her, smiling, cock in hand. As he gently
stroked it, he looked deep into her beautiful, deep, dark
blue eyes. The kind of blue that you only find in the ocean
waters of the Bahamas. They were blue, but they were
sprinkled with tiny specks of green and gold.
My God, they are beautiful eyes, he thought as he got
close to cuming again, those gorgeous eyes fixed on him.
Those gorgeous, brilliant blue eyes!
They were deep, soulful, kind eyes. They were
mesmerizing and captivating eyes. They were also dead
eyes. He’d seen to that when he choked the life out of her
with his bare hands fifteen minutes beforehand. She hadn’t
been fucked proper in a long time, so he knew she had
thoroughly enjoyed the fucking she had just endured. He
could tell by the way things got a little rough. He liked it
rough. Afterwards, when it came time to finish her off, this
one hadn’t put up much of a fight. He had wondered a
couple of times beforehand if she was going to be a
problem as she was in pretty good shape for pushing fifty.
She must have known she was no match for him because
she really didn’t struggle much. She just kind of grabbed
his hands, pulled at them a bit, opened those beautiful blue
eyes of hers as wide as they’d go and went limp in his
grasp.
No time to reminisce, he thought to himself as he shook
off the image. It was time to clean up his mess. As good as
jacking himself off felt, he had work to do. He knew that
his ultimate release would come later, at home, when he
replayed the scene of the actual moment he snuffed the life
out of her over and over in his head. It would feel better
than actually fucking her had.
He picked up her lifeless body and carried her into the
bathroom. He placed her into the tub of hot water that he
ran while he went into the laundry room to get the bleach.
As he left the bedroom to go to the laundry room, he picked
up the condom he used and its wrapper and placed them
into the plastic baggie he’d brought with him. He placed
the baggie into his pocket to take with him. He returned to
the bathroom and poured the bleach into the tub to make
sure he hadn’t left any evidence behind. As he watched the
tub fill with more water, he thought about the mundane
dinner they’d shared and the boring stories she told him
about her “wonderful” children. She did mention the fact
she had a couple of daughters. He wondered what it would
be like to fuck them proper, too, and then choke the life out
of each one of them as well.
He also wondered, If she’d known she was eating her
last meal at that very moment, would she have gone ahead
and ordered the dessert? The dumb bitch, what did she
expect meeting strange men off the internet? He scanned
the bathroom and bedroom to make sure he hadn’t left any
other evidence behind before he returned the bleach to the
laundry room and left. He was meticulous like that. He left
her there, in the tub full of bleach water, eyes open, blank
stare on her face, a smile on his, just like he’d left the
others.

Their short-lived affair had started a little less than a
month ago when Rebecca Harlow met him on a social
media site. The site was a place where you could set up a
profile, meet people, connect with family and friends, or
just hang out and play games. He called what he did there
“profiling.” That’s where he would look through profiles of
women, pick out the ones that he found attractive, and
befriend them.
Too bad for this woman, among others, that he picked
her. She’d accepted his friend request, chatted with him for
about three weeks, and then accepted his invitation to meet
him for coffee.
Their first date had gone well. Rebecca found him very
charming. He was tall, dark, handsome and young. His sixfoot-
two frame was long and lean. His face was tanned and
chiseled. He was more than handsome, he was fucking hot
and he knew it.
Rebecca was a beauty as well. She was five-foot-ten,
one hundred fifty pounds, with long, dark red hair; full,
thick, pouty lips; and big, beautiful, blue eyes. The kind of
eyes you could get lost in. She had lily-white skin that was
perfectly tanned. She had perfect tits and a great ass and
didn’t look anywhere near her age of forty-eight.
Rebecca had four children that she had practically
raised on her own as her husband was always gone. She
had come from poverty, married rich, and divorced even
richer. She had no need to work, so she spent her days at
the pool, lunching with her adult daughters and girlfriends,
or shopping. She was a kind, goodhearted woman with a
penchant for young, good-looking men. Never in her
wildest dreams, and she had plenty of them, did she think
that her penchant would get her killed one day.
Rebecca usually introduced at least one of her
daughters to the men she was dating but decided not to
even tell them about the gorgeous young man whom she
had met online. After all, he was eighteen years her junior
and she was sure that he was just going to be a play thing
so she was going to keep him all to herself, at least for the
foreseeable future. After all, the age difference did make
her a cougar, and she really hated that label because her
kids and girlfriends teased her mercilessly about it. Not
introducing them turned out to be the biggest mistake of
her life. Rebecca agreed to meet “Ben” at the local coffee house
one mild autumn afternoon for coffee and conversation.
Nothing too formal, just a meet and greet. They spent two
and a half hours talking. They’d spent close to a hundred
hours talking on the phone, chatting on the computer, and
texting each other over the past three weeks, and she was
amazed at how much information he had retained about
her. He remembered that her favorite flower was the
gladiola. He remembered her kids’ names. He even
remembered that she didn’t like to be called Rebecca but
“Becks.” When he wasn’t calling her “Beautiful” or
“Gorgeous” or “Hottie,” he was calling her Becks. She really
liked that.  She also really liked that he paid attention to her. That
was something her ex-husband had never done. He was
always away on business. When he was home, he was busy.
He was busy playing golf, busy with his boat, busy with his
friends, busy with something besides Becks. They’d been
married for twenty-five years and divorced for two.
Twenty-five of the best years of her life, four children, and
all she got was the house, two cars and a three million
dollar lump sum settlement in the divorce. During the last
two years of their marriage, they had the most pathetic sex
you could imagine: twice, and Becks didn’t even care. She’d
discovered hot young men and a vibrator. She’d go to the
University coffee shop, watch all the hard-bodied young
men come and go, imagine them touching her, kissing her,
fucking and sucking her, then go home and get her trusted
dildo out and fuck herself into a frenzy. Who needed a
husband? All she needed was his money, and she was good
at spending it. She managed to spend over four hundred
thousand dollars in the last two years of their marriage on
“things,” as she’d tell him, when he’d bother to ask.
Little did he know that she had set up accounts in her
kids’ names and socked away the money. Becks was not
only a beautiful woman, she was one smart cookie when it
came to looking after her kids.
After their coffee date, Ben asked Becks to have dinner
with him a couple of days later. She eagerly agreed as it had
been a long time since she enjoyed the company of a man,
in any way, shape or form. Too bad it would be the last
time.

http://www.amazon.com/Killing-Desire-Leanna-Harrow/dp/1479167509/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1349444014&sr=1-1&keywords=leanna+harrow

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