All Chapters of The Playground: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

It’s storming outside, although my plans for tonight did not include being stuck indoors, going out in bad weather just isn’t my thing. The thunder is deafening, lightning is frequently flashing, and the rain is hammering against my window. So, lounging around in sweatpants watching horror movies seems like a good idea. Think I'll watch ‘Hereditary’; read some good reviews about it. About twenty minutes into the movie, and of course, someone is knocking on my door. I slowly get off the couch and glare at the door. Why would anyone want to be out in that mess? I don’t even bother looking through the peephole when I reach the door. I open it up to find a soaking wet Dee on th

I believe common sense goes out the window when it comes to Tara. Once again, her pestering has put me in another situation that I didn’t think I would be in. I have to admit that I never could have imagined that she would have turned into being this freaky. Maybe, just maybe, those superpowers that I obviously must have, are just too damn powerful for my own good. In case you’re wondering, I’m in the hotel room with her, pantyhose around my wrists, and tied to the headboard of the bed. Somehow, I always knew this is where I would be in five years. In the back of my mind, I keep hoping that the outcome of all my foolishness pays off.…

I sit up a little more as I run my hands down my face. The energy is definitely rising right along with ‘Big Boy’. Tara crawls on top of me lust written all over her face, and Dee leans down to kiss me again with those pillow soft lips. Using both of my hands, one on Tara’s hip to help glide her back and forth on ‘Big Boy’ and the other on the back of Dee’s head to deepen our kiss, I reassure myself; I can do this. I need to make sure I stick with the plan. I pull away from kissing Dee, gazing into her eyes, “Sit on my face Dee, let me taste you.” She slightly nods and takes in a deep breath. I let go of Tara as Dee gets off the bed and starts taking her p