Prisoner of Desire
Prison or Desire
Badboy
Derek Adams
$3.95
FOREWORD
Three pairs of broad shoulders made for tight quarters in the cab of the truck. I pressed up close against Dave, doing my best not to crowd the driver. Dave’s sweaty thigh rubbed against mine, skin to skin, and we couldn’t seem to find room for our arms. He finally draped his left arm up across the back of the seat to make more room, and my shoulder nestled in his sweaty pit. As his hand slipped back behind me, it grazed the little tail of long hair at the base of my skull. I’d seen someone in a magazine with a similar tail and decided it might make me look less like a hick when I started my journey. My old man thought it was weird, so I kept on growing it. I also liked the way it felt when it tickled on my spine. Dave wound it around his fingers and gave it a tug.
“That’s quite the pigtail there, Sam. That mean anything?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling very confused.
“I bet it means you’re a little sex hog, doesn’t it? No matter how much you get, you just can’t get enough. That right?” I felt myself blushing scarlet, and my gaze dropped to the floor of the cab. Dave chuckled and gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze…
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