I bit my lip, fighting the urge to let out a mighty groan. My body shivered at the taboo feel of her wet pussy against my dick.“Sven,” Kora moaned... her voice so wanton, her pale hands grasping Zanyia’s pussy. “I want this. I want you. Always. It made me happy when I saw you with Ava, and jealous when I saw you with other girls. I wanted that. I wanted to be your whore and your lover.”“You want to be my whore?” I asked, shuddering as Zanyia swabbed my cock’s crown through those plump, wet pussy. ‘Don’t you like it?’She can’t look at him.Cunt.She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all.‘Nobody’s watching. I promise. Don’t you like it?’She looks around. He’s right.People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corner. Couples continue their inane chitchat. Waiters desperately ignore patronising conversation from idiotic men trying to show they know something about wine to their disinterested dates.Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty. I had agreed to having sex and was evenenjoying it at first. Maybe it was simply impossible for him to stoponce we had started. Like a sneeze, I thought to myself with a smile. Iwould call him later in the day to tell him I wasn't really angry withhim. I was just really not into letting big, strong handsome men withenormous rock hard cocks fuck me in the ass, I guess. Somehow I wasfinding all of this weirdly amusing.Later that day, Sarah had called and asked if we could have. Keep it alive.(Warren Foster. Wallaga Lake, New South Wales, 1998)It was Saturday and there was an older man painting a large canvas. Sam watched in silence.“What do you see?”“A group of youths hunting for a goanna.”“Can you see their prey?”“I see two. A goanna on the rocks and a perentie in the tree.”“Your eyes are as sharp as an eagle’s.”“Bunjil is my totem.”“Then leave me! I am a pebble-mound mouse and not your goal!”“Can you direct me?”“Further west. Further north. I see no more. Now.