The hijackers blindfold us with silk scarves and lead us off the plane. They are pairing people off arbitrarily, it seems, as couples, men and women from our group. Before I can see whom I am with, I am bundled out of the door and down the steps; somebody takes my arm and orders me into a vehicle of some kind, pushing my head down as cops do in TV thrillers. I’m conscious of someone sitting next to me. Just as I am about to protest forcefully, a man says, ‘Nobody speaks.’ as the vehicle pulls away. The menace is implicit, palpable. Click here
Sex is for Strangers
A collection of about 20 erotic stories.