by Ariel Lenov
Copyright 2015 Ariel
Thirteenth Line Publications
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely conincidental.
All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.
Cover characters are models. Image(s) is/are licensed from:
For the second morning in a row, Kendra woke to the sun spilling into her room. As her eyes adjusted to the light, it took her a few minutes to get her bearings and realize where she was. The cream coloured walls of the Agrocorp complex came into focus and as she looked out the window she saw the same green rolling hills she'd seen yesterday from the car.
She couldn't remember how long she'd slept, or even when she gone to bed for that matter. As her mind drifted back searching for memories small snapshots of yesterday started coming back to her. Driving through the green hills in Mr. Arnold's red Corvette. His hand on the small of her back. The sound of his palm as it connected with the flesh of her ass. And then the pleasure came back. It kind of surprised her, how vivid the memory was. That warm glowing pleasure of being hooked up to the machine and being drained, relieved of that feeling of fullness. She felt a familiar tingling in between her legs and closed her eyes trying to bring the memories into focus.