This was why I did it. I couldn’t live without this feeling.This morning I woke up in Bobby’s arms, knowing Becky was dead. It hurt more than I knew how to handle.I slipped into a blue dress. It was simple cotton, but it felt nice sliding over my skin. The cotton dress swished against my thighs as I walked, making me feel the things I wanted to feel, and helping block out the things I didn’t.The man getting off the elevator was young. He had long hair, past his shoulders, and looked like a rock star wannabe, but he was tall, and thin, and had long fingers. He walked in my direction.“Could you help me?”“What do you need?” he asked, leaning closerI put my hand on my thigh, as though remembering something erotic. I sighed, and slid my skirt higher, showing off my leg and ring, His eyes followed.“I’ll show you,” I said.Prowling the Dorm is a 7,000-word extreme erotica short story with explicit sex scenes, adultery, multiple partners, and sex between younger men and a MILF.