Release Date (Erotic Story Excerpt)

Her passions run high and culminate into a daring Easter Sunday plot….

Aside from grabbing a quick bite to eat at the deli down the road, I pretty much spent the entire day in bed. It’s not like I could actually go anywhere — I had no idea where I was, and even if I did, I had to be in the room when he got there. As the clock ticked on, my excitement grew. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Who knew that writing a simple letter would eventually change my entire life? Who knew that I would find the love of a lifetime in the most unlikely place? Who knew that I would open myself up like this and be willing to risk everything for love?

I spent the morning watching church services on the religious channel. I knew I was helping someone go on the lam and that was most likely a huge sin. Maybe I wasn’t in the best position to be praising the Lord, but it was Easter after all. And I had to believe that God would understand. James was a good man, he didn’t belong in that place. I was helping him get to his salvation. Surely I wouldn’t be punished for doing what I know in my heart was right.

And yet I felt guilty. And afraid.

What was going to happen to me if I couldn’t pull this off? What was going to happen to James? The more I thought about these questions, the more I felt like I shouldn’t have jumped into this plan. As much as I loved him, could I really say I knew him well enough to do all of this for him? Most women complain when their husband asks them for a sandwich, why in the world was I so willing to help a man I’d never laid eyes on break out of prison?

The phone rang, and as my heart pounded and my hands trembled when I reached for it, I remembered the answer to all those questions. I loved him and he loved me. That was the answer and that was all that mattered. Everything else would work itself out, I had to believe that. This was a day of faith, and I had to have faith that we would work things out, no matter what happened. I had to have faith that we could get away with this, even if it was difficult, we could do it. Our love and our faith would see us through. As crazy as it all sounded, I had to believe it.

He couldn’t talk long. He told me that everything went according to plan and he was on his way. He told me he loved me and he would see me in a few hours. Then we could discuss what would happen next.

I hung up the phone with a sense of renewed excitement. With every passing moment, a little bit of fear melted away and was replaced with visions of romance and lust dancing through my head. It was all going to be so wonderful. It had to be.

I tried to contain my excitement as I waited for what felt like an eternity. With each passing minute, my feelings began to become more and more intense, dirty. It got to the point where I had to turn off the religious channel because I didn’t feel comfortable watching it given the nasty thoughts I was having. But I didn’t want to put on porn either since I felt the need to save all of my pent up desire to unleash on him when the time came.

I couldn’t wait. I wondered how it would happen. Would we talk for a long time tenderly and then work our way into it? Or would he jump on me the minute he got through the door and ravish me the way we always talked about? Whatever happened, I was ready for it and I wanted it. Every option seemed so delicious, and I had a feeling it would be everything I imagined and more.

The whole situation was becoming more and more erotic to me. I’m not delusional enough to believe that James broke out of prison just to be with me — it would be crazy to think that — but I had to believe I was a big part of the decision he made. I had to have been the driving force that made him do what he probably thought about for a long time. He had to finally get out of that place because I was pulling him to me, his desire to be with me had become so uncontrollable he was willing to risk life and limb just to be near me. How many women can say that a man loves her that much? I knew I hadn’t been loved like that before, and I was pretty sure most women hadn’t been either.

The adrenaline ran through me as thoughts of his naked body ran through my mind. I desperately wanted to touch myself, but I knew I had to keep all of my desires contained for him. I closed my eyes and made love to my fantasies until I drifted off to sleep watching a bad movie, I don’t even know what it was. All of a sudden, I was jerked out of my rest by what sounded like a knock on the door. Was it housekeeping? Was it him? Was it my imagination running away with me?

I jumped to the door and slightly opened it. My heart pounded as I saw a little bit of his face and chest. There James was, in the flesh, much more handsome than his pictures had portrayed. My heart stopped as I flung open the door excitedly and he walked through.

We stared at each other. It wasn’t an awkward stare, it was more like two lovers who had been separated for years drinking in each other’s bodies with their eyes because they wanted to fill their heart with the thing they missed so much.

“Oh, my God!” I blurted out.

“I know!” he said tentatively. He seemed nervous, almost shy. I suppose anyone who’s just broken out of prison to be with someone they’d never met in real life would feel nervous. I know I did.

“How are you? You must be tired. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“This is…kind of strange I guess.”

“Yeah,” he said, still staring at me, as if he was trying to figure out if I was real or a figment of his imagination.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Me either.”

His demeanor wasn’t what I expected. He always came off as so strong, so in control of everything that I didn’t expect to see him so timid and nervous around me. He had taken charge of the situation from the first day I sent him a letter, so I suppose I expected him to do the same now.

“There’s a deli down the road. I can go and get us something to eat.”

“Okay.”

“Are you all right? I mean, I know you’re probably shell-shocked and all, but are you all right?”

He continued to stare at me in silence. Maybe I should’ve felt uncomfortable by that, but I saw nothing but love in his eyes. He didn’t look like he was about to hurt me or anything. I think he was just as amazed as I was.

“Rose, you’re even more beautiful in person than I imagined,” he finally said sweetly.

“Oh, you flatter me,” I giggled.

“It’s not flattery. You’re gorgeous. And I’m blown away by how you’re doing all this for me. I still can’t believe that anybody would love me so much. Especially considering what I went through and where I’ve been.”

I walked over to him and threw my arms around him. He firmly wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder. We stood in that position for a while. I took in everything I could of him — his smell, the way his arms felt around me, the softness of his hair when I stroked the back of his head.

“Everything’s going to be okay, James.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure it will. I love you.”

“I love you too, Rose.”

After enjoying our incredibly long embrace, I made the trip to the deli to get us some food. I didn’t bother asking him if he wanted to come with me; that would’ve been crazy. I just hoped no one had seen him come into the room. It was such a low-rent place to begin with, I couldn’t imagine anybody would have noticed or cared. Plus, there was no way of knowing if anyone had even realized he was gone yet. I hadn’t seen anything on the news, maybe we were getting a huge head start.

When I got back to the room, James was lying in bed watching television. I handed him the huge salami sub and a bottle of ginger ale I bought for him. His eyes lit up; I imagined it was the best meal he’d had in a very long time. It wasn’t gourmet or anything, but I was sure it was a hell of a lot better than whatever slop they were feeding him in that horrible place.

“I love salami!” he said delightfully as he took his first bite. I started working on the BLT I got for myself and relished in the elation on his face. I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone so happy.

“I know, you mentioned it in one of the first letters you wrote me.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah!”

“And you remember that? That’s amazing.”

“I remember everything you told me.”

He wiped his mouth and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. My heart danced. “I can’t tell you what your letters meant to me. I thought I was dying in there, and then all of a sudden this kind, wonderful woman comes along and changes everything. You gave me something to live for; I can’t tell you what that means to me.”

“Trust me, it means every bit as much to me as it does to you.”

“I guess so. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

The happiness on his face seemed to drain and he looked a little dejected. I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it back and forth, hoping he could feel the warmth coming from my heart. I thought I was comforting him, but he looked even more upset, like he was going to cry. His whole demeanor was shocking to me, but in a good way. There were more layers to him than I thought, and that was a good thing. He was just as sensitive as he was strong, and that was beautiful to me.

“Of course I’m here. I care about you deeply.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m sorry I got you involved in this. I got so wrapped up in the moment, but I’m beginning to think this was a huge mistake. I wanted out of there, but I’m not sure I should have gotten you involved.”

“I was prepared to do anything in my power to get you out. And that’s what I’m doing.”

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“How did it happen? What did you do?”

“Me and some of my buddies spent months trying to figure it out. We found a breach in the system and took advantage of it.”

“What was it?”

I watched as he took a huge bite of his sandwich and shook his head.

“But I want to know,” I said. “I want to know what you’ve been through.”

“The less you know, the better. I don’t want to get you any deeper in this than you already are.”

“I’m already deep into it. No one’s going to care if I knew all the details or not. If something goes wrong, I’ll be in just as much trouble.”

“That’s why I don’t want you to know anything. If something happens, they’re going to ask you questions. The less you know about what we did, the better off you’ll be. I don’t want anybody thinking you were part of the plan. You can just tell them I called to ask you to meet me here and you thought I’d been released.”

“But I want to know. I’m already involved.”

“No, Rose,” he said sternly, reminding me of how powerful he could be. “Maybe one day, but definitely not now.”

“Okay,” I said obediently. I began to get turned on thinking about all of the commands he’d given me — to send him nudes, to use my vibrator on the phone with him, to express my lust as loudly as possible — and all of the times I obeyed. As much as I really liked the softer side of him, I liked this side a whole lot more.

“I’m sorry, but this is for the best.”

“I understand.”

We finished eating and continued watching TV. It was kind of odd, there was no urgency in either of us. I thought he would be in a huge hurry to get as far away as possible, but I guess he was so tired and confused that he couldn’t do it yet. He needed his rest. I suppose I did too. We started cuddling in bed and I enjoyed his warmth covering me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms as if it were the most normal, average thing in the world. We were just two lovers enjoying a lazy Sunday together — nothing more, nothing less. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. After all, the only thing I knew about prison breaks was what I saw on television and movies. Maybe if we played it cool, everything would be easier.

I tried not to worry about what we would do next, what would happen if we made a mistake, what the consequences of this would be. In that moment, all I really cared about was feeling James’s strong arms around me and the slight snore erupting from his lips that sounded like music to my ears. It was really happening. And I was going to do everything in my power to make sure nothing happened to end this, to come between us.

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