The fingers worked up an irresistible rhythm. \u201cYou had it coming, wench. Kiss me and tell me you like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My womanhood was well-opened, and the squishy sound of three fingers was a soundtrack. I could only moan, and my climax was an underground explosion.<\/p>\n
I owed the truth to anyone who might be listening. \u201cI love it, you scoundrel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth met mine in a long, soulful kiss. She used her other hand to squeeze my nipples, to get them ready for a hard suck and a gentle nibble.<\/p>\n
I became so ruined (and by a dyke at that) that I could never go back to the way I was.\u00a0 She even threatened to have her initials tattooed on my ass, and I considered wearing her brand.\u00a0 I completed my own corruption by crouching between her legs and tasting her wild nectar.<\/p>\n
In the moment, I didn\u2019t feel any shame over leaving myself open in a bed that wasn\u2019t mine, in a house full of memories. I wanted a connection that didn\u2019t seem possible between casual friends united only by a shared work history.<\/p>\n
That night, I really did lose some of my innocence, the part I didn\u2019t know I still had. I could hardly blame Woody for directing my fantasy, or for refusing to think about where our separate futures would lead us.<\/p>\n
In a different era, my deflowering would have borne fruit, and I would have given birth to a child who would have grown into an independent adult as I faded into old age. These changes would be no one\u2019s fault.<\/p>\n
Woody, you rake. I haven\u2019t seen you for years, but now I know how you marked my life.<\/p>\n
Sooner or later, we all lose our cherries to an old rogue called time.<\/p>\n
–<\/p>\n
Jean Roberta lives on the Canadian prairies. She has taught English in the local university for over 25 years, and now teaches creative writing there. Her diverse fiction has appeared in many print anthologies, an out-of-print novel, two out-of-print story collections, and in two available collections. She co-edited\u00a0Heiresses of Russ<\/em>, an annual anthology of the year\u2019s best lesbian speculative fiction. The opinion pieces she wrote for a monthly column, Sex Is All Metaphors,<\/em> are available as an e-book by that title (www.eroticanthology.com<\/a>). She now blogs here: www.ohgetagrip.blogspot.com<\/a> every Friday, and here: www.erotica-readers.blogspot.com<\/a> on the 26th<\/sup> of each month.<\/p>\n “Ruined” by Jean Roberta \u201cToo bad there\u2019s no sex in those old books you teach.\u201d My friend Woody was trying to provoke me. It was her way of flirting. I had taught a dreaded, required composition class at the technical school where she taught Industrial Arts until I landed the job I really wanted, … Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Ruined by Jean Roberta<\/span> ![\"Happy](\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/images\/halloween_micro_banner_9.gif\")
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