{"product_id":"2940149429684","title":"Run for Me","description":"Lia has just started a running regiment, but she cannot seem to keep herself entertained during her workouts. It is up to her boyfriend Orin to give her some scintillating distractions while she pounds the pavement.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis 5,000 word story is for adult audiences only. All characters involved are over 18.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e-\/-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hi, Lia!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI jerk when Orin’s voice goes off in my ears. I look around for a moment. But his voice, slightly tinny in the recording but otherwise clear, is coming through my headphones and straight into my ears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sorry to interrupt the music, but I had an idea about your runs, and how to make them a bit more interesting.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI have to admit, this is a bit more than I expected. He toys around with the audio software on his computer sometimes, but I had thought a new playlist was generous as it was. I pick up my walking speed a bit, but focus on his words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I made a couple options, so it will be a sort of choose-your-own-adventure. There are four different playlists here. If you want to keep listening to the music I chose for you, stay in this playlist. If you want something a little different, you have three options. Playlist Number Two is basically half an hour of me being supportive and inspirational. Picture me with pompoms out, because it is all cheerleading, all the time!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI snort, and thoroughly confuse a jogger passing me in the other direction. My mind goes off on a tangent about him in a cheerleading skirt, but I keep it in check. Mostly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Playlist Number Three is my terrible attempt at a comedy routine. Stupid jokes, puns, anything I could think of while recording. I added a few knock-knock jokes, but I won’t blame you for not responding.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow the hell did I end up with this dork?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr perhaps more accurately, how did I get so lucky to end up with this dork?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Playlist Number Four is my personal favorite, if I do say so myself.” His voice takes on a different tone with this suggestion: lower and smoother. If I did not know better, I would think-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you want to have a particularly exhilarating workout and listen to thirty minutes of me whispering dirty talk into your ear, Playlist Four is the one for you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe didn’t. He did not actually-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Choose wisely, even though they’re all good ones.” In a little sing-song voice, he adds, “Have a good run!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome peppy little rockabilly number takes over in my headphones, so I suppose this is my first option, the plain music. I could listen to these energetic songs that I am sure he took a lot of time to choose and arrange.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr I could follow the path of my thoughts to memories of the shower two days ago, back when he was planning this. The way Orin massaged shampoo into my hair and soap all over my body, and then helped rinse it away, running hands and water over every inch of my sore muscles. I could think about the way he sat on the bottom of the tub and I perched on the plastic stool in our shower with my legs spread. The way he grinned up at me, with water running down his face and bubbles gathered in his hair, before he leaned forward and pressed the wide flat of his tongue against my pussy. The way he stroked and lapped and sucked at me until I took his hair in my hands and pressed him close and-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI slow my walk and slip my phone out of its arm band. The rockabilly songs drops away and I click on the playlist title.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sound of a microphone being adjusted is the first thing I hear as I secure it back into place. My pace picks up and I am walking fast into a patch of woods. His voice is one hundred percent smug and proud of himself from the very first word.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Hi, babe. Welcome to Playlist Four.”","brand":"Red String Letters","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47101250502896,"sku":"2940149429684","price":1.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149429684_p0.jpg?v=1763717865","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149429684","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}