Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 65
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 65 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
Steven was unusually talkative on the drive. He had hired a white stretch limo, and as they sat in the roomy rear, he sipped Scotch and gave Merlyn a running commentary on the sights they were passing.
"This is the Oakland Bay Bridge," he told her as they passed over the breathtaking combination-bridge that arched across the Frisco Bay. "It connects Frisco to Oakland, where we're headed. And if you look out that way, you can see Alcatraz. Did you see The Rock?"
Merlyn nodded. He grinned at her. "Let me guess, you like Nicholas Cage, right? Women always do."
She smiled back. "Actually, I think Sean Connery's sexier. But then you know, I find older men more attractive."
He patted her hand, looking pleased. "I can see I'm with the right woman."
She looked out through the tinted windows as they sped smoothly along the Bridge. The Bay looked beautiful with the twinkling lights of yachts and commercial ships along the harbour, and the lights on the hills of the city. The dark, stony shape of the prison island looked dark and ominous in contrast.
"Why is it called Alcatraz?" she asked.
Steven nodded as if he had been expecting the question and was happy she had asked it.
"A Spanish soldier, Juan Manuel de Ayala, noticed that it had a huge pelican population. He named it Isla de los Alcatraces, Island of the Pelicans. Which became shortened to Alcatraz in time."
Merlyn watched the dark shape of the island ripple past through the vertical lines of the bridge. She wondered what it would be like to explore the island at night, wander through its subterranean dungeon-like prison cells. It would probably be scary and exciting. She told Steven and he smiled, patting her thigh. That was the other amazing thing, how they shared the same sense of sensual imagination, were turned on by the same things, had the same fetishes and preferences. It made sex almost a telepathically perfect experience.
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