Chapter One

The Extra Mile

An erotic tale inspired by strangers on social media

Lillian Reed happily punished herself nightly at the gym two blocks from her office. After a long day of marketing and meetings, taking time out of her schedule to sweat out the stress is necessary. Making her way around the gray walls of the nearly empty room, she pulled up the strap of her gym bag, placing it higher up on her sculpted shoulder. Settling herself on a piece of equipment, she began her routine. Running through the day's events in her mind and quickly becoming consumed by her thoughts.

Sweat builds steadily on Lillian's brow, and before long, her heart is beating at a nice pace. Feeling warmed up, she fixes her long espresso colored hair into a tighter bun, and glances at the mirrored wall quickly. She almost doesn’t recognize herself. After losing almost fifty pounds, she is finally comfortable in her skin. Her caramel eyes stare back at her with satisfaction. Adjusting her black leggings, and pulling down her teal jogging tank, she heads to the treadmills.

She placed the bag to the side and unzips it slowly. Pulling out her water bottle, towel, and lastly, her tablet. Lillian finds it easier to run with a good book in front of her. Her library of literature has helped her accomplish many miles over the last few months. Lillian turns on the device and waits for the screen to load. She leaned over to check her shoelaces, and quickly stretched her hamstrings.

Her current novel was an erotic romance, involving vampires and werewolves. A guilty pleasure read to distract her from her aching muscles, and maintain her cadence. Lillian grinned thinking about how she can read such a smutty book with a straight face, the few people in the facility are unaware of her secret. She has fallen for the main character, a tall, dark handsome vampire, sexually tormenting his innocent prey. A small town girl, unaware of how sensual and pleasurable having a vamp boyfriend can be, the novel details their late night encounters, until the female lead is kidnapped by a werewolf rival.

Lillian is about half way through, and just getting into the really dark chapters. She presses the start button and the machine comes to life under her. Stepping on carefully, and beginning her slow pace, Lillian starts off where she had bookmarked last night. Lost in the fantasy of the mystical sexcapades, Lillian’s mind wanders of what it would be like having a supernatural lover to tie her up and ravage her body whenever he desires. How wonderful laying naked under a full moon would feel. All while having a beastly man pant over her, sending her into waves of ecstasy. Cracking another smile she swiped the page and turns up the speed. Increasing the incline and continuing her read.

Running steadily, she disappears back into her book. The timer on the treadmill ticks away, and Lillian is pleasantly unaware. After about twenty five minutes, she finds herself engrossed in the start of a very steamy page.

Markus grabbed Anne by the back of the neck, and pulled her down into the long grass. The sensation of the swaying blades on her bare skin seemed to intensify her senses. She laid there motionless as he brought his hands to her bare breasts, cupping them firmly to meet his eager mouth. When he bit her skin she jumped, causing him to growl deeply against her chest. The heat of his breath spread like fire, and the aching between her legs only worsened.

Markus sensed her desire, and brought his hand to meet her need. He slid his fingers between her slit and discovered her already swollen clit. His touch made her gasp with anticipation. He began to spread her wider, and placed his mouth firmly on her pussy, biting at her lips and lashing his tongue. Anne moaned in pleasure, and reached both hands to his head, tugging his hair to press him harder into her.

Lillian checked her watch for her pulse and time, making note that she had about ten minutes left. She reached up and swiped to the next page. Suddenly a voice next to her startled her concentration.

“Hey, I wasn’t done with that page,” the stranger said, annoyed.

Lillian almost fell off the treadmill. Her feet fumbling from the interruption, shocked that the man next to her was looking over at her tablet, and reading her dirty book.

“Excuse me?” she gasped. Her embarrassment crept onto her face. She could feel her cheeks blushing like hot coals rolling on her skin.

The stranger cracked a smile. His blue eyes were still staring at the page. With every step on the machine, dark hair bounced carelessly in rhythm.

“You read too fast,” he said, grabbing for his water bottle. “I missed a whole paragraph two pages back.”

Taking a long swallow, he again brought his eyes back to the screen.

“You have been reading over my shoulder?” Lillian whined in disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s not bad, but totally unrealistic,” he said.

Lillian rolled her eyes. “It’s vampires and werewolves. Of course it's not realistic.”

“No, I mean, no one fucks like that in real life,” he says, shaking his head.

“Unfortunately,” she muttered, “the world would be a better place if more men made an attempt.”

The comment caused the man to look up into Lillian’s eyes, he was younger, but only by a year or two, putting him at around thirty. She glanced quickly at his hand. His skin was a dark tan, he looked European, maybe Greek. No ring. If he was trying to flirt, he would get points for originality.

“So can you flip back or not?” He asked, smiling.

“Get your own book stranger danger,” Lillian laughed and turned off the screen.

“My name is Triston,” he laughed, “now we aren’t strangers.”

She brushed off the introduction and slowed the treadmill to a walk, ready to cool down and leave. Triston picked up his speed and started sprinting while she grabbed her things and packed them away.

Lillian couldn’t help but ask before she made her way to the locker room. “Do you really like it? Or is it all a pickup attempt?”

“Well, even if it was, I don't think it worked,” he laughed between his breaths, “your book is interesting I will admit, but like I said, not real.”

Lillian smirked at Triston and walked to the showers. Typical guy she thought as she opened the door and disappeared inside.


After a few days, Lillian had just about forgotten the strange encounter. She was relieved to not bump into Triston again. She had found herself being a little more mindful of her surroundings when engrossing herself in her evening reads. The fact that he was reading her book almost irritated her, like he was invading her time. The pages were so sexual it made her feel intruded upon. Though, she didn’t let that stop her from her normal ritual.

It was Saturday evening, and she used her gym key fob to open the door. The weekends were always crowded, but she didn’t mind waiting a little longer for the equipment. The distraction was nice, and she loved to watch people.

She had changed into her maroon halter, and sleek jogging pants, her favorite pair, the fabric cut out in squares from her thighs to her calves on each leg. Lillian always felt more comfortable in her workout clothes than anything else. Wearing heels and pencil skirts to work was tedious. She was happy to look professional, but longed for her sneakers by five o'clock.

Her usual machine opened up, a younger girl stepped off and was busy wiping it down. Lillian exchanged pleasantries and hopped on to start her run. She stared out into the room scanning it for any dark mysterious men. Satisfied at her sense of freedom, she pulled out her eBook and dug into Markus and Anne.

After she hit the three mile mark, she was starting to get winded. Not just from the exercise, but from the heat of the pages. The vamp had come to reclaim his girl, but the beast was not letting her go without one last romp. Lillian smirked at the foreshadowing of this mystical threesome.

“It gets pretty wild,” Triston's voice says from behind her.

Lillian rolls her eyes at the sound. She doesn’t turn to face him, instead she speaks out into the room.

“Enjoying my book again? The least you can do is read it to me while I run,” she said sarcastically.

Triston walks around to the front of the row of treadmills, he is wearing a bright red performance shirt, it clings to his sculpted chest. The crimson complements his dark complexion and features. Lillian is suddenly aware of how fit the man is, standing below her, he still seems to still tower over the machine.

He smiles at her. “I can if you want me to.”

Triston lifts up a paperback copy of Vamped Up On You and waves it playfully in her face. He has no shame displaying the half naked vampire on the cover to the busy gym. Lillian is shocked to see the corners of the pages have been folded down, marking his place.

“You are reading my book?” she asked suspiciously.

Triston shrugged and got on the now abandoned treadmill next to her. “I believe this one is my book.”

Pressing the settings and beginning a slow walk, he opened the volume and placed it on the tray. He looked over at her and ran his hand through his jet black hair.

“I’ve been thinking this week about what you said,” he explained, “and it bothered me.”

Lillian scrunched her nose and remained silent. Wondering what she could have said to get under his skin. Afterall, he was the one snooping on her guilty pleasure read.

“You know,” he whispered, leaning in closer, “you said if more men read this stuff it would make the world a better place or something.”

Lillian laughed out loudly, causing him to step back and trip on the moving track. He wasn’t expecting her reaction.

“You bought that book to study?” she joked.

“Well, yeah, in a way I guess I did,” he said.

“It’s going to take a lot more than vampire sex to unlearn everything you thought you knew,” she laughed.

“Okay, I will put the work in, I want to know,” he looked her in the eye and a smile spread across his lips. “I want to soak up every lesson, and improve in any areas I can.”

She studied his face, unsure if he was putting her on. Triston’s gaze was intense, and she quickly looked down at her screen, suddenly aware of her body straining to keep pace.

“I will take any other recommendations too, if you are willing,” he said, turning a page and setting his speed to a light jog.

Lillian thought for a moment. This could be interesting. She was nervous she didn’t know him well, but the thought of him studying her favorite reads to learn how to please a woman was too tempting to pass up. Her mind was already racing with titles of her favorites, as Triston read silently next to her.

“Alright, I can make some suggestions,” she began carefully, “but the minute I feel uncomfortable, the conversations are over.”

“Deal,” he said, “but our dirty book club requires your insight.”

She slowed her pace to a recovery walk, and watched him run. His calves were lean but sculpted. Triston’s physique proved he spent a lot of time working out.

“Okay, we can start with this read,” she said. “Any questions so far?”

“I am ahead of you, I don’t want to give away any spoilers,” he said, his breath coming out quickly with each step.

“I’ve read this twice,” she said, chuckling.

“You have read this twice?”

She smiled at his reaction and turned off the screen to save the battery. “It is one of my favorites.”

“What exactly do you like the most?” Triston eyed her hands moving across her tablet, “Are you team vampire or wolfman?”

“Let’s see,” she smiled at him playfully, “I love the passion the vampire Lucas brings to the story. The way every scene with him is so sensual and slow. Anne is mesmerized by his looks, but he uses magic to attract her to him.”

Triston nods in agreement, and steals a glance at Lillian's hips, the skin of her legs peeking out of the cutouts, her muscles flexing as she continues to explain.

“Markus is a completely different lover. He has an animal instinct. Raw, rough and urgent. Though always making Anne’s pleasure top priority,” Lillian whispered over the hum of the moving belt.

She continued to walk, while Triston ran, and they exchanged their insight on each character, and the scenes of sex and dry humping that had littered the pages. The sweat was building on Triston’s red shirt, but he kept a strong pace, and held the conversation well, enthralled with discussing the storyline, and details of each encounter. She mentioned a few other titles, but they quickly brought the focus back to the current novel.

“So, you are saying, you would totally be okay with a werewolf kidnapping you, and you would willingly fuck him in a field after only knowing him for two days?” he said loudly.

“Quiet!” Lillian hissed at him, glancing around nervously. She suddenly realized there were only a few stragglers left in the room.

“Sorry,” he said, setting his pace to a slow walk to match her own, “I just can’t see how Stockholm syndrome is sexy.”

“You aren’t getting the point,” she explained, “what is sexy is the connection, and the way he gets her to submit to him. Making the right moves, and reading the room. He wants to please her, that desire is what women crave.”

Silence fell between them and Triston looked over at Lillian, contemplating on saying something, but remained quiet. She raised her brow, waiting for his thoughts.

“What’s your name?” he asked quietly. A sly smile peeking from the corners of his mouth.

She couldn’t help smiling back. “Lillian.”

“Alright Lilly,” he said, turning off the machine, “I am sure there will be more to chat about after I check out the rest of the series.”

“Make sure you go in order,” she said, with a touch of sarcasm.

Triston picked up his book and gave her a nod, heading off to the men's locker room.

She glanced down at the timer and was shocked to see she had been walking for over an hour. The hair on the nape of her neck was soaked, but she was feeling energized from their conversation. Almost willing to run again to calm her nerves.

Lillian waited a while to see if Triston would come back out to leave, tempted to ask him to join her for a drink, but he didn’t return. She figured he left through another exit. It was probably better if she didn’t.

Sighing, she packed up her things and made her way to the lockers. He proved her wrong tonight. A man who wants to study women's fantasies. To be molded into the perfect expectation. That was quite a thought. Lillian was helping to make some girl very, very happy.




After a long week of work, Lillian was frustrated. She had made it to the gym the last five days, and Triston was nowhere to be found. It was foreign to her, searching the room and hoping to discover him reading. Every time the main door opened, her eyes would follow. He never appeared and she was left to exercise alone. She had put together a little list on a post-it, and stuck it to the back of her tablet. The names of her favorite titles were written neatly, exposing her favorite fantasies.

She couldn’t seem to focus on the words today, so she turned it all off and stepped away to the back of the large open floor. Stretching, she decided to hit the steam room before the showers. Sometimes it was nice to cleanse in the heat. It was late Thursday evening, and there was hardly anyone left in the private gym. Women were grabbing their things at their lockers, while Lillian stripped off her clothes, and wrapped herself in a clean white towel.

The steam room was next to a large indoor pool. Situated between a hot tub and sauna. The sound of her sandals hitting the wet concrete echoed in the empty hallway. She had about forty minutes before the gym closed, more than enough time to relax, shower and change.

She opened the glass door, the hot cloud of air hit her face, causing her to lose her breath and cough. Lillian was the only one inside, and she was thankful for the privacy. She sat on the middle bench and laid back against the adjacent wall.

After about five minutes she started to feel warm, the sweat formed slowly on her face. It was peaceful, with the spa tranquility music playing softly over the speakers inside. She closed her eyes. Letting go, her mind wandered to Triston. His dark eyes and firm body flooded her thoughts. Lillian was disappointed she hadn’t been able to have another workout chat.

There was a sudden burst of cooler air, as the door opened quickly. The sound of footprints entered, and someone took a seat on the lower bench in front of her. Lillian wasn’t concerned. Not until she felt a hand on the inside of her calves.

Bolting straight up, her eyes opened wide. Ready to defend herself against this predator. She couldn’t make out anything in the steamy confined space. She opened her mouth to scream, and a voice broke through the hazy air.

“Relax Lilly,” Triston said softly, “I have been studying and wanted to do some field work.”

His hand started creeping slowly up her leg, moving the towel to the side as it advanced.

“If you are uncomfortable, I can stop,” he said, reacting to her silence.

Hearing his deep voice in the clouds made her feel like she was in a dream, but his touch was very real. She bit her lip, contemplating on where this would be going, and if she dared to cross that line after only one real conversation.

“I don’t know you well enough,” she whispered, but didn’t try to stop him.

“Anne didn’t know Markus for more than two days, and he was way more dangerous,” he argued playfully.

Lillian held her breath as he reached her inner thigh. “Do you feel confident in such a short time studying?” she answered him, her tone was low and sultry.

Her mind was racing with choices. She decided to put all caution aside and see what her suggestions had inspired him to act on. She inhaled the thick air, and waited.

“Yes Miss Lilly,” he huffed, his breath surprised the inside of her knees. She was unaware of where he was, his body must be hovering over her. She was suddenly flush from the heat of the room, and the rush of excitement. The way he said her name made her instantly turned on.

His hand slid between her slit, and his fingers gilded gently against her. Brushing his fingertips against her skin, circling over her clit, and then stopping at the opening of her center. She squirmed at the sensation, but his other hand appeared, pressing firmly on her left thigh. His strong forearm pinning her into the bench. Forcing her to hold still, as his mouth met the skin on her inner left leg. Triston kissed her first, then bit the spot gently, causing her to jolt suddenly from the sensation.

“Lay still Miss Lilly,” he grumbled against her.

She moaned quietly in compliance as his fingers started their slow rhythm. Triston bit her thigh again, harder this time and she did her best to stifle her whimper of pain and remain still for the student. His mouth was exploring her legs on each side. Lillian could feel the shadow of facial hair rubbing like sandpaper on her flesh. It sent a shock deep inside her groin, leaving her wanting more than just his hand.

He showed his approval by sliding a finger deep into her wet pussy. Bending it as he went, reaching for her G-spot. Lillian was impressed with him thus far. Working his way inside her, he twisted and thrusted fluidly, the pressure building between her legs was steadily rising. She arched her ass forward, allowing him better access. Triston decided to add one more finger. She gasped again from the sudden change.

Triston bit her once more for moving, but he didn’t complain, as he spread her legs open and brought his face down firmly into her core. Lillian welcomed his soft lips against her crease, as he ran his tongue across her intimate folds. His thick fingers were still sliding around inside of her, as he hummed against her throbbing cunt. Flicking and biting at her clit, drawing circles around her as he used his thumb to pinch it tightly , massaging it as his mouth explored.

“Miss Lilly, you taste exactly how I imagined,” he said, his words muffled by her sex.

Lilian felt her body start to peak, his words sounded so good between her legs.

“Not yet,” he said, sensing her excitement, “control yourself Miss Lilly, or I will have to stop.”

He teased her by pulling away. She mumbled in disappointment, until he returned his fingers back to her warmth.

Lillian tightened her inner muscles like instructed and quickly took a hand off the bench she was stabilizing herself on. She grabbed her own breast, squeezing it hard as Triston buried his face deeper into her. Pinching and twisting her own nipple, she bit back the urge to come. It took everything she had, considering his pace was increasing with every passing moment. His mouth was moving wildly in response to her acquiescence. He pulled his hand away from her and cradled his palms. Cupping her ass, Triston lifted her waist high into the air. Her head slid down from the wall. Lillian crunched up to avoid colliding with the bench. She surrendered and laid down to allow him to bring her hips up to his face, his nose sliding around the cusp of her lower mounds of flesh. Trying to find his eyes through the thick air, her breath was labored from the heat and presence of the steam.

She was sweating profusely now, her skin sliding in Triston’s hands, he squeezed her ass firmly, sensing her wet body slipping.

“May I please,” she begged through clenched teeth.

Triston grunted into her, causing her knees to shake. He had draped them over his shoulders, and the heat from his body, and flexing of his strong frame, was sending an electric current into her elevated lower half.

“Now,” he ordered into her, as he squeezed hard again. The sudden clutch and pressure from his fingertips, combined with the urgency of his mouth sent her spiraling over the edge of pleasure. Lillian finally let herself fall into convulsions of orgasm. Triston used his tongue to swallow her release seeping out with every shudder.

Breathless and dizzy she groaned in pleasure. He freed her, lowering Lillian gently back down on the bench. He placed her towel over her shaking body and grabbed her hand. His skin felt hot, like the room around them. His lips kissed the inside of her wrist, and then suddenly retreated into the steam.

Triston stood up and his shadow loomed over her. “Till next lesson Miss Lilly.”

Lillian watched as he opened the door, she could see him only for a split second, his body glistened in the burst of light. He disappeared through the glass exit.

Just then a woman's voice came over the speaker, giving a ten minute warning until closing.

She sat up slowly, her head spinning. Her muscles still quivered as she stood. Lillian's heart was racing as she reached for the door, hoping to catch her erotic apprentice.

By the time she made it out into the hall, Triston was gone.