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1,001 Nights

Novel By: WriterErotic

A young woman, slave to her own potential sex addiction and inspired by the story of Scheherazade, embarks on a quest to have a different sexual encounter every night for 1,001 nights. Sara isn't even certain why she decides on this course of action. Is she really this depraved, or does she hope to burn the never-ending desire out of her system? Does she think she can find happiness in the arms of a different lover every night, or does she hope to find true love by sampling the vast array of potential partners? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 26, 2007    Reads: 1,562    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   

Sara called the office and asked for Jerry. Linda informed her that he was out golfing with a client. Her heart jumped, fear rising at the prospect of Kevin telling Jerry everything while they were golfing. When Sara asked Linda if Jerry was with Kevin Gibbons, she was told that Kevin had cancelled his golf outing and Jerry had found a replacement rather than lose his tee time.

Sara hung up with Linda, feeling less worried about Kevin and checked her voicemail at work. There was a message from Michael Cavanaugh returning her call, a couple of customers checking the status of their pending quotes, and a message from Dave the security guard asking if tomorrow would be a good night for their first date.

Sara dialed Dave's number and waited through three rings before he finally picked up.

"Security, this is Dave."

"Dave, it's Sara."

"Sara, my dear. I heard you were home sick; I hope you're feeling all right." There wasn't any real concern in his voice.

"I'm fine, just had a long night."

"Did you get my message?"

"That's why I called." Sara took a deep breath. "I already have plans for tomorrow night."

"Well, then how about Saturday night?" He didn't miss a beat, as if he expected his first suggestion to be turned down.

"Where are we going?"

"You tell me. Dinner anywhere you want."

Sara ran through a checklist of restaurants in her head. She wanted someplace that would serve them quickly, so she had to spend as little time as possible with Dave. "What kind of food do you like?"

"I'm a fat man, Sara." Dave laughed. "I like all food."

Sara laughed, too. Dave wasn't really a bad guy, but Sara wasn't interested in him. Add to that the fact that he was essentially blackmailing her into going on a date with him, and she found him most distasteful. Her laughter was cut off abruptly at that thought. "How about Applebee's or Uno or something?"

"Please." He sounded disdainful. "How do you expect me to woo you in such surroundings? I was thinking more along the lines of Brio."

Brio was a sort of hot spot on weekend nights, and Sara didn't really want to be seen out with Dave anyplace so trendy. But she also wanted to cooperate as best she could in the hopes that he would give her the tape with as little trouble as possible. "Brio sounds great," she heard herself say.

"Pick you up at your place?" He sounded hopeful, but Sara wasn't about to be at his mercy for a ride home.

"I'll meet you there."

"Seven o'clock?" He let it slide, although she was certain that he'd raise an objection.

"See you then." Sara hung up the phone. That would be the first date with Dave out of the way. All she needed to do then was to let him have his second date, then take off her clothes and let him ogle her, and she'd have the tape.

She leaned back in the chair at the tiny table in her kitchen. Dinner tomorrow with Edward, Saturday with Dave, and every moment she'd be wondering about Kevin. She decided to call him at his hotel. She got the phone book down from the shelf, looked up the Strathallan, and dialed the front desk. When the desk clerk answered she asked to speak with Kevin Gibbons.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibbons checked out already."

"Thanks anyway," said Sara and hung up before the clerk could ask if there was anything else he could do to help her or even say goodbye.

Damn. Kevin was probably gone, and once he was back in Chicago she had no idea what would happen. Would he call? Would he tell anyone what happened? Would he threaten her or turn strange and distant like so many men did after casual sex? She had left far too fast to get any feel for where he stood with the whole situation. Had she even told him that she had slept with his brother? She couldn't remember what she'd said, only that the brother had come up and she had lost it and stormed from the hotel like some teenaged prom queen throwing a temper tantrum. She wouldn't be surprised if he never wanted to talk to her again.

She couldn't think of a way to get in touch with him before he left short of chasing him to the airport, and there was no way she was going to act out a scene from some tear-jerker movie for him. She liked him, but not enough to chase him down. Mostly she just wanted to make sure he wasn't going to do anything foolish to jeopardize either of their jobs.

She didn't know what to do; there was probably nothing she could do. When she felt like this a long drive usually cleared her head. She took a quick shower, toweled off, and blow-dried her hair quickly, leaving it straight and not bothering with any styling. She threw on a light blue sundress and her wedge sandals with the matching light blue straps. She abstained from any jewelry other than two large hoop earrings and only applied minimal make-up, a touch of mascara and eye shadow and a natural looking lip gloss. In total it had taken her about thirty minutes to get ready, and grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door.

Her car was the only one parked in any of the four tight spaces behind the house, and she hopped in and fired up the engine. It was already sixty degrees out and it was only eleven, rather warmer than she had expected in early May in Rochester. She headed to the expressway and turned onto the ramp, acceleration chasing away her worries like a cat scattering a flock of birds.

She drove without any specific destination in mind, driving just for the sake of the speed, the wind whipping her hair through the open window. Somehow she wasn't surprised when she found herself turning into the same parking lot at Durand Eastman Park, pulling into the same spot she had parked in two nights ago when she was looking for David, her mysterious woodsman.

She cut the engine and stared out across the grass towards the densely packed trees beyond. She had met David in there, in a clearing, and he had made love to her. She had felt him inside her, playing to her own inner music, and then had slept with his twin brother last night. She had done everything with Kevin, everything she had wanted to do with David, and she almost regretted it. Where David had been intent on her pleasure, Kevin had been focused on his own. Where David hadn't come inside her, or even in her presence, Kevin had come inside her three times.

She got out of the car and headed into the open area and towards the path that had once led her to David. She knew the chances of running into him were slim, but there was always a chance. Maybe he could tell her what his brother would do. But did she want to reveal her relationship with his brother? She wasn't sure what she would do or say if she saw him, but she kept walking, following the dirt trail deep into the woods until she came to the clearing where she had met him.

Through the branches and leaves, she could see a figure standing on the far edge of the clearing, and stepping into the open circle of light. He was there, facing away from her wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants, his hair cropped close to his head. It was Kevin, and when he turned towards her she could see another figure beyond him, shaggy hair and a loose green t-shirt. It was both of them.

Kevin and David stared at her in disbelief, mirroring her own shock at finding both of them in one place.


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