What Men Want In A Woman

What do men consider “dating material”?

I know all men are different and look for different things in a woman, but are there common factors that appeal to the general male population?

Is it, a woman who has self-respect? A woman who is confident but not overly so? A woman who doesn’t sleep around? An educated woman? One that is very attractive?

For all the men out there, your opinions are appreciated.

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Drunk sex

After drinking way too much beer at the bar, me and the guy decided to leave and go back to his place. He lived 5 minutes away from me in a crummy house he shared with some guy. Stepping inside the outdated house, I wondered what the fuck I was thinking. I was used to 5 star hotels and upscale condos, but certainly not that. But then again, why would it matter? I wasn’t going to see him again after that night.

We got comfortable on his couch. He made me a rum and coke. Even though I fuckin hate rum, I drank it anyway. I was so drunk. I knew I should’ve just gone home. But I didn’t. I decided to go home with a stranger because I hadn’t been fucked in a while and needed something to take the edge off.

We delved into deep convos about I don’t know what. After like, an hour of talking, I think we both decided we’d had enough. At this point I felt so drunk, I could barely articulate anything. I was too flimsy to move. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. “Hmm, you taste like some type of berry” he said. Then he kissed me again, and again. The alcohol had numbed me so much I could hardly feel a twinge of excitement. I kept thinking if I should make him stop. I felt that I didn’t want to do it -have sex with him. But i felt pressured by own mind to fuck him. Even though I had no desire too.

Somehow, I ended up on his bed. I can’t remember. Hating foreplay, I told him to just fuck me. I didn’t want to make it into something it clearly wasn’t. I wasn’t prepared to be stretched like I was. It almost hurt. But I needed the pain just as much as the pleasure. He fucked me hard and I felt so overwhelmed by the sensation. I could barely keep my eyes open. I don’t remember ever looking at him. I always thought looking into someone’s eyes while they fucked you is too intimate. I thought I caught glimpses of him looking at me. Not that it matters.

We fucked for a while until he came and we just lay on the bed. I think I came too, but it wasn’t spectacular. We were in opposite ends of the bed. I didn’t look at him. Didn’t talk to him. I just pulled the covers over my naked body and tried to understand why I settle for such passionless sex when I can have it all. I remember thinking about how drunk I was and how badly I needed to go home. I ended up getting an Uber because I was too wasted to take the subway which was across the street.

 

 

 

Drinking, pills, & life

Every morning I manage to drag myself out of bed. I hop in the shower and let the hot water scald my skin in an attempt to ease the chills inside my body. My house is always cold in the morning. While I shower, i think about the day ahead and how much I dread going to work. Once I’m done, I take a dexedrine because I know I won’t be able to function without it. When I get to work, I feel the dexedrine hit me hard. I know it’s hit me once I feel the awful tremors of anxiety. So I take a benzo to calm down the effects of the dex. Yeah, i know. Mixing uppers and downers isn’t safe. But it’s the only thing that’s keeping me going now. I hate feeling anxious. Even though I feel anxious all the time. I hate feeling things. The benzos help with that. I try not to dwell on the fact that I need pills to function. I talk myself into thinking it’s okay because I’m prescribed by my doctor. But i know that’s a lie. It’s not okay because i often mix benzos with alcohol, knowing very well how fucked up I’d get. How intoxicated the combination will make me. But I don’t seem to care enough to stop it. I can’t visualize myself being in a social setting and not getting fucked up. A couple of drinks doesn’t appeal to me because i know I won’t get drunk. I find that I have to lie about how much I drink when people ask. I give them the answer they expect to hear, like “a drink or two max”. I’ve never been honest about how much I like to drink. And as much as I like drinking, I loathe it with every part of me. I hate how it brings out emotions that I had initially drank to forget. Memories I drank to forget. People I drank to forget. And everytime I drink and feel miserable with loneliness, I ask myself, “why did I have to drink? I could have had a good day if I didn’t drink”.

With all this talk about marriage and relationships and children that’s going on around me, I feel lonelier than I ever have before. I feel like those things will never happen to me. I’ll never fall in love or have anyone love me. It’s sad that I feel that these thoughts are true. I believe them. I don’t know why, but I do. I’ve always been a loner. The outcast. I was everywhere but nowhere. I was friends with everyone but no one. I didn’t belong anywhere.

I thought that by finishing school, getting started on a career, that things would be better. That I could cut out my bad habits and replace them with better ones. I thought I’d be happy. It was such a stupid thing to think. The truth is, I never have anything to look forward too. No one to look forward to seeing when I get home. Even though I live with my family and I love them, I feel estranged. I want to go home to a lover, a friend, a man. I don’t want to say that having a man in my life will fix everything, because it won’t. But it would help that dull ache in my chest. It would help a little. Or maybe I’d still feel lonely. Who knows.

The Rules of Etiquette When Dating

  1. Do NOT mention your EX on a date. Just.. just don’t. Don’t talk about how annoying he/she was or show pictures. It’s inappropriate and very stupid!
  2. Don’t get too personal. You want to leave a little bit of mystery and you also don’t want to overwhelm the other person. I’ve had guys tell me they were addicted to drugs & gambling, I’ve had guys admit they were drug dealers. Just no.
  3. Don’t be on your phone the whole time. I am so guilty of this.
  4. Don’t hit on or check out other girls/guys. Don’t talk about other girls or guys when your’e on a date. Instead of talking about others, you should talk about yourself & the person you’re with.
  5. Don’t make empty promises. Aka don’t fucking lie and make it seem like you want something more when we both know you don’t.
  6. Be yourself. Stop pretending to be something you’re clearly not. It’s pathetic & will make you transparent. The person will see you for what you really are eventually.
  7. Don’t get too drunk. We all know how we get when we drink. We’re nicer & more open. Pretty much the opposite of us when we’re sober. The next day when you’re both sober, you might hate each other.
  8. Pay attention to your date. If the girl is giving signs that she’s into you, give her more than just a kiss on the cheek. If she gets touchy- feely you might want to ask her to come up to your place. If the guy hasn’t made any moves toward you, maybe ask him if he’s interested in you. Or hell, just tell him to touch you & get it over with. Some guys cannot take hints & you have to just tell them because they’re so oblivious.
  9. Don’t split the bill. Not on the first date. Maybe the second date or maybe never.
  10. You can have sex with your date. There are ‘rules’ that say you shouldn’t but fuck that!  If you want something, you go for it. Why wait for a second date that may never happen?

Men: What are your biggest turn ons?

I’m genuinely curious to see what turns men on. I know every man is different, but perhaps there is something about women that appeals to every man out there? Let me break the ice and say that one thing that really turns me on about men is their dicks. That’s right. I like guys with big dicks and will not settle for less (unless I have to like I did the other pitiful night) but anyway! Please leave a comment below , I won’t judge 😉 Comment in the private form below or in the comment section. 

 

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Why Can’t Men Just Be Honest?

I made a post about my First real kiss in a long time recently. That guy has not spoken to me since that time we kissed after our date. I texted him asking if he wanted to see me & he didn’t even reply. That was over a week ago. I’m not heartbroken or anything, I just don’t understand men.

If you don’t want to talk to me, just say so. If you want to move on, be honest. Why lie? Why ignore. I can’t stand guys who lie and aren’t straight up. All guys claim to be loyal and honest, but when it comes down to it, they’re so afraid of being honest because they assume all girls are emotional wrecks. I’m sure some girls are, but not me. Not me.

Here’s some advice for men out there: be honest. Girls aren’t as fragile as you may think. We can handle it. Let us know where we stand. Don’t leave us in the dust. I just can’t stand guys sometimes. Anyone else?

I slept with my fuck buddy’s friend

I recently started talking to one of my friends with benefits. However, one of his friends msgd me on IG & asked me what I was doing tonight. I really wanted to drink after work & just let loose but I’m not used to hanging out with him so I didn’t really know what to expect. I certainly didn’t expect he would be all over me later on in the night but he was and we had sex, if you can even call it that. We went to his condo which is literally right beside my office building & drank some beer in his balcony. It was fine, whatever. Then he tried to kiss me. I explained to him that I don’t kiss & just blew him off basically. Fast forward to like, 1 hour later. He came on to me again, started kissing my neck & chest, and I figured whatever, ill let him kiss me there. I didn’t think it would turn to sex.

When we got to his room, he came onto me again & I just gave in because he didn’t really give me much of an option? I hate it when this happens but I really do regret it especially since D texted me the same time this guy did to chill! And I chilled with this guy? Ugh. At least sex with D was good. This guy sucked. His dick was small & he couldn’t even get hard. He kept telling me I had the best tits hes ever seen, how hot I am, how long he’s been thinking about fucking me, etc. I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t. He ate me out & told me vegan girls taste better. I couldn’t feel shit for him.

After we ‘fucked’ I was cold & distant. Since he doesn’t rlly know me, he thought I was mad at him & joked around saying “I feel bad for all those other guys you fucked, they must feel so insecure”. I told him it was nothing personal, then I left.

First ‘real’ kiss in a long time

I’ve been talking to this guy from my work. I mean he doesn’t work there anymore since he moved up, but we hung out a couple of times. Hes in his early 30s. On Monday we went to a restaurant/lounge & had some beer. We talked about life and everything. I really enjoy being around him, it feels like we’ve been friends forever but really only 2 weeks. I havent told him too much about me & i’d like to keep it that way. There’s no point in throwing your heart and soul into something you don’t know will last.

He drove me home & I hugged him & thanked him for an awesome date. I touched his face & turned it toward me. He was expecting a kiss on the cheek so he barely turned, but then I kissed him. It was slow & I wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss me back but we went at it for a bit. I felt shy and stupid because I didnt know how to act around normal guys. Guys who didnt pay me for my time or to fuck. Its fucking weird. So I quickly ended the kiss & after saying goodbye, i left.

Wrong

“We can’t do this,” he said as she cupped his erection through his jeans.
“Why not?” She whispered against his ear.
“Because I have a girlfriend -whom I love.” But even as he said the words, he couldn’t think of anyone else besides the woman who was now stroking his cock.
“What’s love got to do with it?” She asked.

He would be lying if he said she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was mesmerized by her eyes, her lips, and everything in between.

“I just want you to fuck me. And by the looks and feel of it, it appears you want to fuck me too,” she smiled and traced his lips with a small finger. Before he could respond, she lifted her dress up to her waist exposing her bare pussy. If he was mesmerized before, now he was entranced. She pulled him by the collar and crashed her lips to his. It was unexpected, raw, and passionate, as if they had been long lost lovers. He couldn’t help but kiss her back and trail kisses down her neck, chest, and after getting rid of her bra, her nipples too. She moaned softly and turned his head to meet hers. “We don’t have much time,” she breathed.

Realizing that the only regret he would have from this encounter is if he didn’t have sex with her, he picked her up by the hips and quickly placed her on the desk. They were in a tiny room in the banquet hall and there was no furniture in the dimly lit space. Not that he cared at this point, he just needed to have her.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Now it was his turn to take control. She parted her legs ever so slowly watching his eyes devour the sight before him. He pulled her hips to the edge of the desk so that they were now skin to skin. “I need you closer,” he said in a heat of lust.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing his soft dark hair in the process.

“I need you inside me.” God help him, he needed to get inside her too. He positioned his large shaft at her wet sex and pushed inside her until he was all the way in.

“You’re so big,” she gasped as he fucked her hard.
“You’re fucking tight,” his voice was strained, but his thrusts held nothing back. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh.

“Hold on tight,” he warned before impaling his cock through her smooth walls.
“Fuck!” She cried out and fisted his hair with one hand. Her yell was loud and someone could have heard them. “Yeah… that’s good. Right. There.” She encouraged.
“Quiet,” he said as he covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes widened in shock but closed once he picked  up his pace. They went at it like that. The sound of flesh slapping together, their labored breathing, and the occasional moans that would escape their mouths filled the room. With a few violent thrusts, he felt her hot liquid drench his cock. The slippery fluid made her pussy feel like velvet. It was the most incredible feeling and brought him completely over the edge. His orgasm consumed every part of him, but he felt more consumed by her.

She rested her hands on his shoulders as he lowered her feet to the floor. She glanced at him very briefly before turning to readjust her thong and dress. He was staring at her without really meaning too. There was something about her that intrigued him. Perhaps it was everything. Her body, her short brown hair, her sensual eyes. She was beautiful.

“Quit staring,” she said in a playful tone.

“Sorry,” he smiled while shaking his head and proceeded to pull up his pants. He quickly zipped and buttoned them before readjusting his dress shirt. He still couldn’t help but look at her as she smiled and walked toward him. With her eyes fixed on his, she slowly reached up with her hands to tie his tie and fix his collar.

“Don’t be,” she whispered softly before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. It was such a small gesture, but it was more intimate than anything they had just done.

He didn’t want to leave her, but he had no choice at the moment. His lovely girlfriend would be waiting for him upstairs along with the rest of his business associates. She seemed to have the same thoughts on her mind, as well.
“I think it’s time to go. You should probably go first, just in case, ” she said coolly. Her tone wasn’t condescending or rude, just straight to the point. It made him like her even more.
“Yes, you’re right. I guess I’ll be off,” he nodded and turned to walk away. His legs came to an abrupt stop before turning in her direction.

He had no idea what he was about to do as his body was making the decisions for him. But he knew one thing for certain. He couldn’t leave her like this. He couldn’t leave her and risk never seeing her again, without tasting her one last time.

“I forgot something, ” his voice was hoarse as he cupped her face in his hands and collided his lips to hers. She moaned from the fierce way his lips claimed hers. Her breaths and sighs made him hard all over again, and he knew he was in serious trouble. He ended the kiss first, but not before sharing a moment with her. He looked at her exquisite face, studying her features in case this would be the last time. He hoped his mind would remember every detail of her. But there’s no way he could forget either. Girls like her only exist in fantasies. However, she was real and he had had the sweet privilege to be with her. He had to ensure that she knew he was grateful for her offering.
“Thank you,” he said.

Delve Deeper

“Well that’s  just great, huh? You come to me for an escape, you fuck me, then you go home to your sweet little wife,” Jenna snorted as she took a drag of her cigarette. She was seething.

“You know damn well that’s not true,” Mike said as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Oh, it’s not?” With a raised eyebrow, Jenna walked towards him. “Which part isn’t true: the part where you just use me for sex or the part where you go home to her every fucking night?” Mike’s jaw flexed. He knew she was right. He did use her. But he also had feelings for Jenna at the same time. Shaking her head, Jenna laughed dryly as she walked toward the window. Mike watched her as she stared out the window. She looked small and vulnerable. Almost like a child who needed he comforting hug of a parent. Yet, he hadn’t even offered her a goddamn apology. God, he was such an asshole.

“Jenna, I’m so sorry,” Mike said softly as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Jenna didn’t react. For a long time, they just stood there silently; her facing the window with Mike’s hand still on her bare shoulder.

“You know what hurts the most? I’m jealous that you get to go home to someone. I come home to an empty apartment and an even emptier life. I’m tired of being alone. Tired of always being discarded,” Jenna admitted before turning to face him. Her eyes were glassy as she met his eyes.

“You know things haven’t been good between her and I for quite some time now,” Mike blew out an exasperated breath.

“And that’s my problem how? Just tell me if you plan on leaving her or not!” Jenna deadpanned.

“I do. The more time I spend with you the more I realize how little her and I have in common,” Mike said softly as he caressed her cheek with one hand.

“Do you mean that? You’ll really leave her?” She asked, her voice unsure.

Mike had never lied to her and he wasn’t about to start now. Grabbing her face with both hands, he kissed her deeply. His hot tongue brushed smoothly against hers. Mike nipped at her bottom lip, making her giggle. He smiled against her lips.

“I’d do anything for you, Jenna. Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you,” Mike said reassuringly. Jenna reached up and kissed him tenderly before wrapping her arms around his neck. Mike kissed her neck before he carried her to her bedroom. Before he reached the bed, Jenna surprised him by saying “forget the bed, take me against the wall”. She licked under his ear and her hot breath lingered on his skin.

“The wall sounds like a much better idea,” Mike conceded. Setting her down for a moment, he undid his jeans and threw off his shirt. Moving closer, he tore Jenna’s tank top off of her and pulled down her shorts along with her thong. “Come here baby,” he said huskily. Picking her up, Jenna’s legs locked around his hips. Mike walked them toward the wall while cupping her ass in his hands.

“I want you so bad, you have no idea,” Jenna breathed longingly against his chest.

“You have me,” Mike whispered as he aligned his cock with her hot sex. “All of me,” he grinned. In one stroke, he entered her. Jenna released a long deep moan and bit her bottom lip. Mike didn’t give her a moment of reprieve before he began thrusting hard and deep. Each thrust was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure and the sound of Jenna’s round ass smacking against the wall.

“God, yes, yes, yes,” Jenna chanted, with her eyes shut tight and head resting against the wall.

“Look at me,” Mike groaned. He needed to see her expression as he fucked the shit out of her. Needed it more than anything. Jenna’s eyes darted open and her lips parted as she met his eyes. “Eyes on me,” Mike breathed as he delved deeper and deeper. This was probably the most intimate thing ever -him inside her with their eyes locked on each other. Every time he thrust, it felt as if Mike was delving deep into her soul.

 

Come To Me

She was sprawled out on her bed in nothing but a pink lace thong and matching string bra. Her ribs and hipbones were prominent, her stomach flat and toned. He grew hard at the sight. She lay on her back with her arms above her head and legs spread across the mattress. She turned her head to him and their eyes locked. The heat in the room was overwhelming and undeniably hot. He stalked to her bed with a deadly look in his eyes. His cock bulged from his pants and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.

“Come here,” she said huskily before parting her legs for him.

He climbed on top of her and the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her naked body. He devoured her. Pulling her bra down just far enough, he captured one nipple into his mouth. She moaned and urged him on. While his tongue stroked her hard nipple, his other hand stroked the outside of her thong. She arched her back to meet his hand, urging him to put his fingers inside her.

“Don’t torture me. I need more,” she grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His dick throbbed against her sex, driving her mad. He lifted himself up abruptly and tore her thong in half. She leaned up on her elbows, her mouth gaping in shock and excitement.

“It’s about time,” she smirked.

“Patience,” he said before licking her pussy.

“Fuck that,” she retorted before her eyes rolled back. He swirled hiss tongue in all the right places and before she could come, he buried himself deep inside her.

“This was worth the wait,” he said hoarsely as he began to thrust. She couldn’t make out any words, but her sounds of pleasure were a clear indication of how she felt. He watched her as he increased his pace, their faces only inches apart. He rested his forehead against hers before closing his eyes. It was a sensation they both reveled in. There were no words to describe it. Having him inside her was like an itch you kept scratching because it felt so good.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned and grabbed onto his arms. She needed to touch him, needed him to touch her. “Harder, please,” she cried as he pushed himself deeper.

He hit her cervix and she cried out again. Holding her legs firmly, he and began to move faster. The friction was just what they both needed and it felt so damn good.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she yelled and arched her back into him. He spread her legs and fell on top of her. He gave her long, hard strokes and she came beneath him. Her orgasm caused her pussy to clench tighter around him and that was all it took to push him over the edge. This woman did all sorts of things to him. She was dangerous.

Smoke in the room

There’s something great about smoking a cigarette in bed right after you’ve just been thoroughly fucked. And having one after an orgasm just makes my body shudder all over again. It’s like another orgasm. I feel the high course through every fiber of my being. The sensation leaves me a little light headed.

I look at the man beside me laying on my bed. He lay on his back, his eyes closed. He looks as exhausted as would be expected. I laugh quietly as I remember how hard he fucked me and shake my head.

I dig my fingernails into his back unconsciously as he hammers into me. My legs are wrapped around his hips like a vice. Small moans escape my lips and they soon become louder as he fucks me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

“Fuck!” I yell as he rams into me with such force, his hipbones collide with mine. As the pain registers and my face crumples, he slows down and takes my face in his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says as his mouth captures mine in a sweet kiss. “You okay?” His eyes search mine.

“Yeah, keep going. Don’t stop,” I breathe out. I’m so desperate to be taken. Ravaged. I love having the shit fucked out of me. I love being manhandled. I love it all.

His large hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly but leaving just enough room for me to breathe. “Come for me, baby,” his voice is hoarse and raspy, “let me feel that pussy clench around me.”

His words, the roughness of his trusts, and his hand on my throat bring me over the edge. My back automatically arches as my orgasm hits me. My eyes are shut tightly and I make no noise as I relish in the 15 seconds of bliss.

A little out of control

He picked me up the minute we were in the hotel room. I heard a rip and when I checked later on, I found that my dress was in fact ripped. Anyway. I had a terrible night and called him as a last resort to try and go home. I knew he would want to fuck me. We had fucked before a couple of times, but it was never anything special. He was a drug dealer for Christ sake.

He was furious with me for not letting him touch me in the car or the elevator. And he made me pay. I was kind of scared of him because he never took no for an answer. All of a sudden, he pushed me on the bed and I fell on my stomach. He then proceeded to hit me or spank me, but really it felt more like a beating. It was excruciating and I remember falling off the bed and on the ground because I couldn’t hold myself up. I begged him to stop but he never did. It was just blow after blow and I was afraid at this point. I always thought he was a sadist because he looked like he got off on hurting me, whether he was spanking me or slapping the shit out of my pussy.

It’s one thing if you consent to this kind of stuff and you really know the person. But me and this guy were not fucking close and he crossed the line. I think I only saw him one time after that night and I couldn’t see him anymore because he was just too much. Looking back at some of the men I’ve been with in the past few years is kind of eye opening.

Casual encounters (repost)

“Why are you pretending like last night didn’t happen?” He demanded. There was a hint of anger in his tone and hurt.

“We fucked, that’s all.” She shrugged.

“We both know that’s a fucking lie.” He  spat and walked to her bed where she lay half naked.

“It was just sex. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. What’s the big deal?” She tried to  remain indifferent. She didn’t want anything more with him. Sex was fine as long as it was casual. But it scared her to think about the possibility of loving him. She saw his jaw clench tightly before he climbed on top of the bed and pinned her body down. She gasped as he held her wrists firmly over her head. His breathing was harsh. His emotions evident. She didn’t blame him. There was silence between them for a few moments as they stared at each other.

“You want to tell me that what we did was just casual –just sex?” He broke the silence. He lowered his head closer to her face and spoke again. “The way you cried out my name when you came -the way you fell apart in my arms – that was just sex?” His lips were dangerously close to hers. She shuddered at his words and made a small whimper. He didn’t kiss her, only lingered. She could feel the heat from his mouth against her lips. Without any warning, he pulled down her tiny thong and tossed it on the floor. His gaze never left hers as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans just far enough to expose his hard erection. She didn’t object. She knew he needed this. So she let him take her.

There was no foreplay involved, no passion or emotion other than anger and desperation. With his eyes still locked on hers, he  entered her roughly, making her gasp at the harsh intrusion. He didn’t give her a moment of reprieve before he began hammering into her like a starved animal. She watched him intently as he fucked her. He was physically close to her but his expression remained distant. He didn’t kiss her or even touch her. What hurt the most was that he hadn’t looked at her once. He just fucked her as if she was nothing.

It didn’t feel like sex. It felt like a punishment, a direct way for him to express all the hurt. She knew she deserved it. Once he pulled out,  he rolled off the bed and readjusted his pants. He didn’t so much as glance at her and she was glad because she didn’t want him to see the hot  tears forming in her eyes . She turned her head away from him and tried to process what had just happened. She heard his footsteps as he  walked around  her bed to the doorway before leaving her apartment without a word. She got what she wanted -a casual fuck. But she didn’t expect to ever feel this bad.

The one-night stand

Once we got inside his condo, we settled on the couch. He turned on the TV and found something for us to watch. I felt my body tingle with need. I was so horny it almost hurt. Not seconds after he put his arm around my shoulder, I put a hand to his face and pulled him into a kiss. It was enough to make me melt. I melted into the kiss, into him. Our tongues played with one another; teasing, caressing. He pulled me to straddle his lap, which I used as an opportunity to rip off his sweater. He sucked my breasts -which has always been a weakness of mine -and I knew I needed him right then. Everything else was a blur. I don’t remember how we got to his bedroom. I just remember us kissing and staring into each other’s eyes. It felt intimate, although we were strangers. It left me feeling very confused.

I told him he could be rough with me, that I liked it rough. He seemed apprehensive at first, but I knew he liked having his hand around my neck while he ruthlessly pounded into me. I mean what guy wouldn’t. I was giving him the opportunity of a lifetime -to do whatever he wanted to me. I took him in my mouth and blew him so deep my throat hurt for the next 3 days. A while later, he managed to cum. He cleaned me up and when we were done we sat on the couch and it was so awkward. He didn’t even ask me how I was going to get home or if I needed directions. I had to ask him to come down with me to the lobby to show me. I didn’t want to feel cheap, but that’s how he made me feel. This happened back in February. I didn’t know he was after a one-night stand. If I had known, I wouldn’t have kissed him, or fucking him raw, or even blew him. That’s not necessarily shit you do with a one-night stand. That’s couples shit. If he had been honest, I wouldn’t have messaged him a week later saying Hi. He said he was busy and never spoke to me again. He probably thought I wanted a relationship or something, when really I just wanted to fuck again.

That’s the problem with “nice” guys. They only seem nice but they’re not genuinely good guys. I mean, I’m not upset now, but at the time I was because he left me in the dark. I wanted to know why he didn’t want to see me again. But now I realize that its a good thing he didn’t call, because I don’t need a guy like him anyway. If hes not honest, mature, and a good enough person, then I don’t want him.

Firsts

First kiss: with First Boyfriend, at a damn future shop. Definitely a kiss to remember.. Not.
First fuck: this mexican guy. I just did it to lose my virginity & get it over with. It was so long ago, it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. He was a one night stand.
First love: probably never had one
First crush: I was 6, there was this boy I thought was so handsome. He was blond & had green eyes.
First erotic novel: “Men at Work” by Janelle Denison
First blowjob: this guy I met the first time in a stairwell.
First public sex: last year with my friend in a dark alley. I laid on a dirty old chair. But it was still hot.
First threesome: last summer with my best friend and this guy I was fucking before. It was awkward as hell.
First friend: some girl in elementary school.
First vacation: germany
First fight: grade 9. I won.
First boyfriend: This white guy in gr 9. It wasn’t serious. He broke up with me 2 weeks later LOLL
First time driving: 16. I didn’t even end up getting my license!
First disappointment: when I didn’t win this public speaking contest. I always won. For 2 years in a row. But that time I didn’t.
First cheat: probably 3rd grade. Id write shit on my desk.
First date: with my first shitty Boyfriend, we went to the movies I think.
First steal: when I was 7. Stole this girls lipstick haha.
First betrayal: when a bunch of my ‘friends’ in grade 8 just ganged up on me..
First loss: never actually experienced loss.
First pet: my rabbit ❤
First bully: this short bitch who was a year older in my elementary school. Always used to make fun of my appearance. Well she can suck my toes because I look 4000xx better than her.

Erotic Asphyxia

It has been four weeks since Kristal met Jett at the bar. Four weeks since they had sex in the washroom while her boyfriend patiently waited for her. And four weeks that she and Jett have continued to fuck on a weekly basis. They had sex anywhere they could -in his car, her apartment, or his office. It didn’t matter where they did it, they just couldn’t keep away from each other. It was almost like an addiction.

Kristal lay on her bed breathless after having an intense orgasm from another heated sex session with Jett. He still teased and taunted her relentlessly about the fact that she had a boyfriend. But it never seemed that Jett actually cared she was with someone else. That bothered her more than she liked to admit.

“Why do you always have to bring him up?” She turned to her side where he lay next to her. Still naked.

“I’m just wondering when you’ll come to your senses and just leave him.” He replied flatly. Kristal contemplated his statement. She knew she should have broken up with Jake immediately after her first encounter with Jett. But she kept putting it off as if the problem would go away. It wouldn’t of course. She and Jett both knew that.

“I’ll leave him.” She said.

“When?” He asked as he gently stroked her hair, making her aroused again.

“Today.”

“Oh?” He asked with amusement in his eyes. “And when did you decide this?”

“I’ve been thinking about leaving him for a while,” her voice faltered as his hand caressed the curve of her thin waist.

“Why haven’t you?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know.” She sighed, wanting desperately to avoid this conversation. He remained quiet for a while, simply stroking her hair. It was as if he was trying to comfort himself more than her. He surprised her when he quickly flipped her on her back and lay on top of her. His hard, toned body radiated heat and the musky cologne he always wore became his signature scent which made her body hum.

His hand came around her throat, firm and tight, almost as if he were choking her. Kristal loved to be choked, loved anything that made her surrender her power. Anything that made her weak and powerless. Jett’s eyes grew dark as he penetrated her hard. He exhaled a deep breath he seemed to be holding in for a while and drove inside her. Kristal moaned and closed her eyes, relishing how his grip around her throat tightened, how hard hard his hips slapped against her own. It was all too damn erotic. It was all too much.

“You’re a dirty fuckin’ slut, aren’t you?” he taunted before continuing his assault, “you just can’t get enough of my cock,” Jett groaned as he thrust several more times. Kristal cried out as she struggled for air; the grip on her throat becoming stronger and his violent thrusts unyielding.

“Answer me,” his husky voice reverberated in the room.

“Yeah I’m a dirty slut!” She managed to get out. The strain on her windpipe almost made her pass out. Hot tears escaped her eyes as she struggled to cope with his brutal thrusts.

“Jett, please..” Kristal whimpered. She limply clung to his muscular back with her hands.

“Please what? You want more? What do you want?” His thrusts faltered and the grip on her throat eased as he searched her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Kristal said softly.

“Do you trust me?” He asked as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Yes.” But her voice conveyed otherwise. Jett seemed to sense this.

“I promise I will never hurt you. You’re completely safe with me.” His assurance eased her worries.

“Okay.” Kristal nodded.

Jett lowered his lips to hers as he began to build momentum again. She moaned and said his name over and over.

“I’m going to come, Jett. Make me come.” Kristal whispered as she bit her lip. His hand came around her neck again, but this time, the pressure left her gasping for her.

“Jett-”

“Trust me.” He said as he pushed her higher and higher into a climax. “You’re almost there, baby.” Jett panted. Kristal felt her orgasm approaching, felt the scorching intensity as it coursed through her entire body. But right before she came, Jett brang his other hand to her neck, crushing her air supply. Panic set in as she struggled for air.

“Just let go.” She heard Jett’s voice somewhere in the distance.

The Beginning of Something

Their gazes locked from across the crowded lounge. It was intense and seemed to last for minutes, although it was a mere five seconds. Kristal tore her gaze away from him in guilt -she was here with her boyfriend after all. Jake sat next to her at the bar drinking his beer as he and Matt argued on who was going to win the basketball game. Kristal snorted. She could care less about some stupid basketball game on the screen. She wanted to flirt and have her boyfriend pay attention to her. Jake was undeniably hot, but there was just something missing. Kristal ignored that fact and decided to have a go at a relationship with him. What harm could it do to try, she thought. But months into the relationship, Kristal found herself regretting her decision. She needed someone intimidating, someone who would take control, to push her boundaries. Jake no longer satisfied her sexual needs -if he ever did. Their sex was predictable, although Kristal did make attempts to liven up the encounters. She just could not contain the frustration and emptiness she felt.

Kristal casually glanced to her left where the man was sitting in a booth near the wall with several other men. She discovered that he had already been staring at her. Her body instantly felt hot and it had everything to do with him. Kristal bit her bottom lip and gave him a small suggestive smile. He smirked in return and drank from his glass. Maybe it was whiskey or vodka. She loved seeing men drink hard liquor as if it was water. But the way this man did it, with such elegance and finesse, it made her wonder what other skills he had perfected. Kristal almost forgot about Jake. She turned to her boyfriend and found him in deep conversation with his friend, not caring enough to ask what it was they were discussing so seriously. Instead, Kristal decided it was the perfect opportunity to excuse herself.
“Hey,” she touched his arm, “I’m going to the washroom to make a phone call. Don’t worry if I take too long.”

“Sure babe,” Jake nodded curtly before turning back to his friend.

Kristal made her way through the crowd and passed by the mystery man’s booth. He seemed all too aware of her passing by and stared at her. Kristal felt her body tingle as she walked down the hallway to the washroom. Apparently, going to the washroom would be a journey considering the signs which directed her to go down the stairs and make all sorts of turns. She decided she could use this to her benefit in case Mr. Handsome decided to follow her. Kristal felt a surge of anxiety course through her. What if he didn’t come after her? What then? She certainly didn’t want to openly rejected. Kristal was sure the look she gave him as she passed by his booth was conspicuous enough for him to know what she wanted. Seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she walked slowly down the halls, she heard faint footsteps which got louder as the person walked. Kristal knew it had to be a man by the sounds of the footsteps, she just hoped it was him. 

“Hey,” the man’s deep voice stopped Kristal in her tracks. She turned around slowly to face the mystery man himself. He had stopped walking and was only a few steps away from her.

“Hi,” Kristal replied almost breathlessly. The man’s lips curled up into a soft smile, there was a glimmer in his green eyes.

“I didn’t get your name.” He came closer.

“It’s Kristal,” she smiled and anxiously brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. When the hell had she become timid?

“I’m Jett.” He didn’t try to shake her hand, that would have been ridiculous considering the circumstances. They stood just inches apart, eyeing one another.

“Was that your boyfriend you were with at the bar?” Jett asked inquisitively.

“Yes.” Unfortunately. Jett only nodded while eyeing her body. She was glad she had decided to wear a tight black dress with high wedged sandals. She knew she looked hot.

“You’re very beautiful, Kristal,” his tone was genuine and his eyes never strayed from hers.

“Thank you,” Kristal’s heart raced at his compliment. She smiled before turning and walking toward the empty handicap washroom. Kristal heard his footsteps following closely behind and she smiled wickedly. Yes. She walked inside the spacious room and he quickly closed the door behind him. Jett turned her body so that he had Kristal pinned to the door. A small gasp escaped her lips before his hot mouth was on hers. Kristal held his shoulders to steady herself and took delight in the feel of his hard muscles. Jett was a phenomenal kisser. His tongue probed at the right time, his lips firm yet soft. Jett cupped her aching breasts, hissing when he freed them out of her bra. Kristal moaned softly as he captured one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Is this what you want, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” she sighed as she rested her head against the door.

“You like that?” He kissed her breasts, “you want more?”

“I want it all,” Kristal breathed and looked up into his eyes. He seemed lost for a moment as he stared back at her. “We don’t have much time.”

“We’ll make the most of it,” Jett said before pulling down his pants and sheathing himself with a condom. Kristal’s body ached from her pent up arousal. She wanted him -no- needed him inside her. By the way Jett held her, she sensed his need too. “I can’t wait to feel your walls wrap around me,” Jett growled as he guided Kristal’s hips toward the counter sink. It was by far the most erotic thing a man has ever said to her. Jett turned her so she was facing the mirror and he stood behind her. Kristal’s body trembled at the realization that he was going to take her from behind, while she watched him in the mirror. Fuck.

Jett lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist and pushed Kristal’s thong to the side. His massive erection rested at against her ass and she pushed back against it. A low growl fell from his lips and he pushed on her back so she could arch it.

“Watch me while I fuck you nice and hard. Don’t you dare look away,” Jett’s tone was commanding and made her shiver with excitement. Kristal locked her eyes on him in the mirror and felt his engorged cock slide all the way inside her in one stroke. She released a moan and closed her eyes, her head falling back. He was so big. He felt perfect. Catching her off-guard, Jett grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back hard.

“I didn’t say you could close your eyes,” Jett chastised as he began to pump harder and faster inside her. Kristal moaned, her lips parted, her brows furrowed. But she somehow managed to keep her eyes open and watch him in the mirror. She studied his features; from his beautiful green eyes and chiseled jawline, to his wavy brown hair.

“Don’t stop, please, I’m so close,” Kristal panted as she felt her orgasm steadily building. The pleasure was so intense, it was bordering on painful. His hands traveled to her breasts where he tugged on her erect nipples. Kristal let out a small moan followed by more panting.

“Why the hell would I stop?” Jett smirked. “Your pussy’s made for me,” he said as he rested his chest on her back and drilled himself deeper inside. His large hand curled around her throat and gripped it firmly.

“Ugh! Fuck!” Kristal cried out as she exploded beneath him. Her body trembled and shook violently as her orgasm took over. She felt her legs buckle beneath her and almost fell before he held her tighter.

“I got you, angel.” Jett breathed against her neck as his strokes faltered.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her nape and shoulder, making Kristal melt all over again. His body soon became tense and she knew he was close to his own release. After a few more strokes, he came with a deep sigh. He eased out of her slowly before flushing the condom out in the toilet and readjusting his clothes. Kristal took the time to recover, pull up her thong, and fix her dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and wondered if anyone would be able to tell she had just had possibly the hottest sex of her life. But then again, Kristal didn’t much care. She felt high and her body hummed with excitement. She turned around to face Jett and wasn’t sure what to say. Thank you? Was that even appropriate?

“I should probably go.” She smiled at him hesitatingly.

“Yes, you probably should.” He smirked. “Wouldn’t want to keep your man waiting.” He was fully grinning now. Shit, if he wasn’t so hot she would have slapped that grin right off his face.

“Right,” she said sarcastically before reaching for the doorknob.

“Wait,” Jett held her arm.

“What?” She turned to look at him.

“I want to see you again.”

“Why?”

“Because I do,” he shrugged.

“I don’t think that’s -” but he cut her off before she could continue.

“I’m not letting this go,” Jett’s tone was firm. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to see him again too. That was the best encounter of her life. Kristal recited her number to him and said goodbye.

“You’ll be hearing from me.” Were his last words before she left.

Revelation

“Please tell me you didn’t..” He swallowed as he awaited her response. She stood completely still as she looked at him. Her face was blank, emotionless. The silence was unbearable and he could feel his anger morph into rage. “Please tell me you didn’t sleep with my best friend of ten years. Tell me so I don’t destroy everything in this fucking room Jamie,” he warned.

“I can’t. I can’t tell you that,” Jamie’s voice shook. She barely looked at him before reaching for a cigarette to distract herself. The internal monologue in her head told her that this was the end of them. Their relationship -whatever it was -was over. She just knew it. Jamie dared to glance at Mike and what she saw was pure hate, anger, and disgust emanating from him.

“Fucking hell. Fucking hell, Jamie! Why would you do that?” He shouted, his voice reverberating in his apartment. He reached for his pack of cigarettes and lit one immediately before turning his gaze back to her. His jaw was clenched tightly and his hands were bunched into fists as if he was ready to punch a fucking wall. Jamie was surprised he managed not to crush the cigarette between his fingers, she didn’t tell him this though.

Exhaling the smoke, Jamie met his eyes. Normally, Mike’s eyes were amber brown, but now they had turned into this very dark shade of brown which could be mistaken for black. Her reason for fucking his friend was even more pathetic than how she felt. “I don’t know..I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” Mike laughed dryly, “how fucking convenient, you don’t know. You just know how to fuck everything and everyone and be a fucking whore,” he spat and took another drag. He was repulsed by her, could hardly look at her. It made him sick. So he stared out the window instead. She walked up to him and had the nerve to touch his shoulder.

“Don’t test me, Jamie,” he warned.

She sighed and turned to get another cigarette. “You haven’t been around much, Mike. I know you’ve been busy, so I don’t blame you, of course. But I was so down these past few days. I was so fucking lonely,” she paused to take a drag before exhaling. Her fingers shook as she spoke and her voice was just as shaky.

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t be at your beck and call. I have a fucking life. Whereas your life revolves around fucking,” he spat before walking to the kitchen to make himself a drink. He wasn’t drunk enough for this shit. Not nearly.

“You know what? Don’t fucking judge me for my life, not when I’ve never judged you. We’re not in a relationship, I didn’t see anything wrong with it. Why is it such a big deal?” Jamie’s voice shook from how angry his comment made her. He had hit a nerve and he damn well knew it. He poured some whiskey in a glass and turned to face her. His expression unreadable.

“The big deal is that I have feelings for you, feelings that surpass those one would have for a friend. So hearing this from the person I thought I liked infuriates me,” Mike’s words shocked her.

“You never told me…” Jamie shook her head in dismay and confusion.

“That I liked you?” He finished her sentence.

“Yeah,” Jamie moved closer to him, suddenly feeling incredibly aroused by his declaration.

“I didn’t think I needed too. I secretly hoped you felt the same,” Mike drained his glass, the whiskey calmed some of his nerves.

“I honestly had no idea. Had I known, I wouldn’t have, you know,” she mumbled the last few words.

“Fucked my best friend?” He glanced to his side and shot her a look.

“Fuck, that’s enough!” she yelled, “I get it, okay? I’m a whore and I sleep with too many guys. Happy?” Jamie looked him in the eye and saw him flinch at her words.

“Happy? Not even close,” he snorted before pouring another glass.

“I’ll just leave, I wouldn’t want to make you even more unhappy than you already are,” Jamie said snidely before she turned and headed for the door. When she pulled the door open, Mike had come up behind her and slammed it shut. The noise was enough to startle her. Jamie felt Mike’s chest edge closer to her back, until he had her pinned against the door. As she tried to free her arms from his hold, Mike grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the door. Jamie felt a wave of desire running through her body, a weakening sensation. She felt his warm breath close to her ear and smelt the faint smell of the whiskey.

“I don’t want you to leave -not yet anyway,” Mike parted her legs with his foot meanwhile she was still pinned to the door. Jamie knew he was going to fuck her because Mike was still angry with her. He let go of her wrists and pulled down the cotton skirt she was wearing along with her thong. Jamie’s breath hitched when she felt the tip of his cock at her sex. It made her shiver in anticipation but Mike didn’t make her wait long before slamming into her all the way. Jamie gasped at the painful intrusion and cried out as he pummelled his way through her cunt in sharp, agonizing thrusts. She felt the depth of his anger with each stroke, from the brutal grip he had on her hips as he fucked her. No words were exchanged between them, just the loud noise of flesh smacking violently. Mike came with a low groan and pulled out of her body roughly.

She didn’t even get a chance to turn around before Mike said, “now, you can leave.” He opened the door and Jamie looked up at him with a sad and confused expression. But then she nodded curtly and stepped out. Mike shut the door quickly after her and Jamie pulled up her panties and skirt as she walked toward the elevators. An overwhelming surge of sadness and hurt ran through her before she crumbled against the wall in tears. He had been so callous, so hurtful. She had no idea how she would recover from this.

Bad Girl

“She’s something else.” James shook his head incredulously.

“What do you mean?” Hayden asked.

“The way she acts. It’s like…” James motioned in Tara’s direction. She stood by the bar alongside a man who had his arm around her waist.  Tara laughed at something he said and leaned into him.

“Like she doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone?” Hayden hinted, with an amused expression.

“Yeah,” James nodded and took a sip of his beer.

“She gets to everyone,” Hayden chuckled and continued observing the two across from his table.

“I don’t get it. Every time I see her, she’s off with some next stranger.”

“She’s not the relationship type. She fucks -but that’s about it,” Hayden knew this from personal experience. Tara walked away from the man at the bar and headed toward their table. She wore a denim mini skirt with black sandals and a white tank top. Effortless, yet still captivating.

“Hi guys,” she said in a throaty voice, looking slightly tipsy.  Tara  reached over to hug Hayden, then moved over and wrapped her arms around James. “Good to see you both,” she said as she sat down next to his friend. They chatted amongst each other and ordered more beer. Twenty minutes and several beers later, Tara was drunk and James was getting there. Hayden hadn’t drank as much as the other two and he thought it was best to call it a night.

“Alright guys, I think it’s time we get going.” Hayden motioned the waitress for the bill.

“Why? We’re still having fun.” Tara frowned and touched his shoulder. His muscles immediately relaxed beneath her touch. Hayden cursed himself for letting her still have such an effect over him.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.” Hayden ignored her question and slapped a couple of fifties on the table before standing up. She looked disappointed but complied. James smirked and put his arm around Tara. They walked in silence as they exited the bar and through the parking lot. James opened the door of the Porsche suv for Tara to climb in the backseat, him following suit. Hayden sat behind the wheel.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” James whispered into Tara’s ear. He ran his hand up and down her thighs, slowly up her skirt. Tara spread her legs wider and moaned as they kissed hungrily.

Clearing his throat audibly, “I’m still in the car by the way”, Aiden growled.

“There’s plenty of room for you back here, Aiden,” Tara teased with a lazy grin across her mouth.

“Yeah, what she said,” James added before returning to fondling Tara’s breasts.

“I’d love to have both of you guys,” she said in a seductive voice. Aiden turned his head to see if he’d heard her right.

“You want both of us -at the same time? Sure you can handle that, little girl?” Aiden felt his cock twitch at the way her eyes locked on his.

“Yes,” she sighed and turned to kiss James, fumbling with his belt. “I want you both to fuck me.” Well hell, Aiden thought. There was no way he would pass up this opportunity. Not when she was so willing, not when he hadn’t had sex in months. He needed a release. They all did. He made his way to the back seat of the SUV with the Tara and James and in no time, they had stripped off all their clothes.

“Suck my cock, baby. Suck it while Aiden fucks you from the back,” James said huskily as Tara’s lips hovered over his the tip of his dick. She smiled and took him in her mouth, slowly but sloppily. At the same time, Aiden thrust his cock in her pussy in one, smooth stroke. Tara moaned deeply, the sound slightly muffled with James’ cock thrusting in her mouth.

“Fuck, she feels so good. So fuckin’ tight,” Aiden growled as he dove deeper and harder inside Tara, encouraged by the way she moved her hips back to meet his thrusts. Aiden smacked her ass one, two, three times. Each spank leaving Tara panting and breathless.

Both men fucked her like that. One filled her mouth, the other filling her pussy. Tara felt complete and filled to the core. Her alcoholic buzz made her feel like she was floating or in a dream.

“Yes, fuck me just like that,” Tara cried out for Aiden as he deepened his strokes.

“Like this? You want more?” He demanded and smacked her ass again and again.

“God yes! It feels so good. Make me come Aiden,” she managed to say before James stuffed his cock back in her mouth. His thrust was rough and hard, and hit the back of her throat making her gag. The feeling of Aiden fucking her while having James fuck her mouth was intense and overwhelming.

“That’s a good girl, suck faster baby,” James groaned, holding her head firmly as it bobbed up and down.

“I’m going to come,” Tara sighed as she felt her orgasm build and run through every part of her body. She cried out as she came so hard, her legs were no longer capable of supporting her. Tara’s knees collapsed slightly before Aiden pulled her up again and fucked her furiously.

“Stay right there,” Aiden whispered as he fucked her until she felt him come. “Fuckk…” Aiden moaned as he came. At the same time, James came as well.
They collapsed on one another, the car filled with only the sound of their panting and sighs.

Fill Me Up

“Fuck you feel so good,” James grunted as he drove into my pussy from behind. Me on my hands and knees, and him close behind me, in total control of my pleasure. His thrusts were precise, sharp, and just what I needed to fill me up. I arched my back as I reveled in the way his cock slid so smoothly inside me. His hands rested on my ass cheeks, gripping them with enough force to leave bruises. Each time he thrust, I would moan and soon they turned into pleas and cries.

“Please, don’t stop,” I told him when his pace faltered. He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged it back, making me cry out in pain and arousal. His lips were on my air, fist still in my hair as he pounded my swollen sex.

“You like it when I go hard and fast?” He taunted in my ear, pulling my head back enough to put his mouth on mine. My reply was only a whimper. Then I felt a brutal slap on my ass as he continued to thrust into me. “I asked you a question. Answer me,” he demanded. His tone leaving no room for disobedience. He smacked me again, and again, until I forgot what I was supposed to even reply to him because I was beginning to see stars. “Tell me, little girl. Tell me how much you love my cock deep inside your tight cunt, fucking you senseless,” he whispered across my ear. His words felt so delicate against her ear but they were so filthy.

“I love it when you’re fucking me senseless. I never want you to stop,” I told him. It was the truth after all.

“Good girl,” he said before flipping me over onto my back.

Bang That

She knew before entering the room that she would never be the same again. She turned the doorknob slowly, her hands slippery with sweat. There was a strange feeling in her stomach, the kind you get when you’re incredibly anxious, terrified, but still excited. The handle slowly slipped off her fingers and she hesitantly pushed the door open. In the room waited Aiden and three other men she didn’t know. All  four men turned to look at her as she silently stood in the doorway. Aiden stood up and walked toward her. His look was heated with lust and so intense it crippled her.

“You came,” he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. “I didn’t think you would.”

She swallowed as she met his eyes. It suddenly became difficult to breath. “Yes, here I am,” was all she could manage.

“I need your word. Once we start, we’re not going to stop. If you want to do this, you can’t back out,” he tilted her chin up softly. Aiden’s deep, throaty voice made her body ache in desire. His eyes searched hers for a reply. He smiled at her answer.

“Let’s do it,” she said breathlessly. Hell, he hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already ready to come. He smirked and raised an eyebrow before bringing her to sit on the bed. She had the chance to look at the men accompanying Aiden and her. They were each handsome in their own right. This made her even more anxious.

Aiden introduced each one of the men to her. “This is Kyle, Eric, and Jesse. Guys, this is Christal,” he smiled. Out of nowhere, Aiden grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. His tongue roamed around her mouth, his lips were wet and hot. She moaned as he began to massage her breasts tenderly. They kissed on the bed while the other men watched. From the corner of her eye she could see Jesse coming to sit on the bed. He reached in between her and Aiden and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He caught her off-guard and she couldn’t focus on two things at once.

“Don’t think, just feel…” Jesse whispered as he tugged the shirt off her shoulders. Her breasts were exposed in her red lace bra and she anticipated what was next. While Aiden kissed her passionately, she could feel Jesse run his hands up and down her bare thighs and then, up her skirt. It was agonizing and she shivered from how good it felt.  Jesse ran his hands up and down her bare thighs and up her skirt. Lost in Jesse’s movements, she wasn’t prepared when Aiden ripped off her bra and hungrily sucked on her nipples. A sharp, tingling sensation struck her sex and she moaned. From somewhere in the room, she heard someone hiss “yes” and it made her pussy clench.

Soon enough, she found herself completely naked and all four men were now devouring her body. They left no part of her untouched. She grew painfully aroused just hearing the sounds of them groaning as they touched her and probed their fingers inside her sweet pussy.  She lay on her back with Aiden’s cock in her mouth from the side. Her mouth ran up and down the length of his dick before Aiden grabbed her head and forced it in her mouth hard. She gagged several times, but continued because she was beyond turned on and couldn’t believe how much she loved sucking his cock.

“That’s it baby, right there,” Aiden cooed while brushing her hair back from her damp forehead. She couldn’t focus on everything the men were doing to her because it was overwhelming. There were so many feelings and so much pleasure. Eric’s large figure rested between her parted legs which Jesse and Kyle were holding them wide open. Eric’s dark hair and piercing blue eyes, along with his abs of steel were enough to make her whimper. With Aiden’s mouth still buried deep in her mouth, Eric shoved his own cock deep in her pussy. She released Aiden’s dick from her mouth in order to cry out from the painful intrusion. Eric thrust steadily inside her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure inside her.”Keep going. Don’t stop until we tell you too,” Aiden said hoarsely before shoving his cock  back in her mouth and at the same time, Eric slammed into her. This time, both men fucked her holes with passion.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop you guys! Don’t stop,” she cried out in a desperate plea for release.

“Stop? We’re just getting started baby. Kyle, take her next,” Eric said as he rammed into her several more times before moving over to give Kyle his turn. Kyle hastily took his place and positioned himself at her entrance. He  drove into her slippery wet folds with ease and finesse.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Kyle hissed as he thrust his hips fast and hard. He hit her cervix with each thrust and was rewarded with muffled sighs and whimpers from her as she proceeded to suck Eric’s cock. “Look at me while you’re sucking Eric off,” Kyle said in a gruff voice. She turned her head to meet his eyes as Eric fucked her mouth slowly. “Fuck, yes,”  both men cursed. Kyle’s thrusts became rough and insistent. His gaze was fixed on her as he drove deeper and deeper inside.

“Kyle… yes,” she said breathlessly before Jesse and Eric stuffed her mouth with their dicks. She moaned as they forced her lips wide open. She’d never sucked two dicks before but she couldn’t believe how much she liked being dirty.

“Look at you, you’ve got three dicks in you. You like three? Huh?” Kyle taunted as he slammed into her pussy hard. She yelped but her sounds were muffled.

“We’re going to fill all of your fucking holes. Each and every one of them,” Aiden chimed in after releasing one of her tender nipples from his mouth.

“I think she’s ready. Jesse, get the lube,” Kyle groaned as he pulled out.

“Ready for what?” She asked. The men glanced at each other before smiling.

“We’re going to double penetrate you,” Aiden said matter-of-factly.

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

Get Over You

“God, I missed you so much,” she cried into his shoulder while slowly rising up and down his dick.  He groaned in response and reached for one of her exposed nipples. His tongue circled and teased the sensitive lobe. There wasn’t a part of her body he left untouched. His hands roamed and massaged every soft curve, from her breasts, to her arms, her slim waist, and finally settled at her ass. “Ugh…” she moaned as she turned to face him. He had missed her too, there was no doubt about that. But there was still this gnawing feeling he had.

“Have there been others?” Her movements stilled for an instant, before she started again.

“Yes.” The word came out in a breathy sigh. Her face gave nothing away, neither regret nor shame. But her response provoked a reaction inside him. He was overwhelmed with jealousy, and something else he couldn’t wrap his mind around. Hate? Betrayal?

“How many others?” He didn’t really want to know, but yet he did.

She hesitated before replying and turned her gaze away from his face. “Many.” He stilled inside her. Fuck. Why did he feel so damn jealous? Why did he feel sick?

“Fuck,” he swore beneath his breath. She kept  sliding up and down his length despite his lack of movement. Her hands grabbed his face turning it toward hers.

“I’m sure you’ve been with other women this past year. And it’s okay if you have.” Her expression was lustful and a faint smile spread across her lips. She had him there. He had been with other women. Therefore he had no right to feel this way. But he couldn’t contain his anger. It wasn’t just the fact that she’d given herself  to so many men, it was that she didn’t seem perturbed that he had fucked other people. It was as if she didn’t care who he fucked.

He flipped them both over so now he was on top and in full control of her body. His cock had slipped out of her and he held it firmly in his hand. She lay motionless beneath him, her body small and frail. Her large eyes gazed up at him. She hardly looked old enough to fuck, if anything she looked like a virgin.  In one, quick motion, he grabbed her arms and  pinned them above her head, while his other hand guided his dick inside her. She let out a startled cry at the harsh intrusion.

“Why did you fuck all those other men?” He lowered his head closer to her face. His voice The grip on her throat tightened and her sounds became more strained as he rammed his hips mercilessly.

She shook her head, “let’s not talk about this .”

“No, we’re going to talk about this right fucking now.” He was practically yelling now -he couldn’t help it. Her expression became a little frightened, and this drove him to continue his assault. When she didn’t respond, he let go of her wrists and gripped her neck firmly with two hands. “Why?” He demanded. She cried out as he pummeled her pussy until it hurt.

“I don’t know!” She protested. With this, he drove deeper and harder, and tightened his grip around her neck.

“Yes, you do.” He whispered against her lips. Knowing he wouldn’t let it go, she gave in.

“I..fuck. I was trying to get over you.” She conceded, hating how pathetic she sounded. His movement subsided, his eyes searching hers for the truth. Her eyes were teary and her face sad. Fuck, he thought. She was telling him the truth. As sick as it made it him, it was the truth.

“I’m sorry.” And he was. So he fucked her even harder to show how sorry he was.

 

 

Don’t You?

I saw you watching me.
I saw the fiery look in your eyes.
You can’t deny your need for me.
You like what you see.
You can’t help but picture what’s underneath
My tight, white dress.
Your stare reveals everything.
You’re thinking about how soft my skin is.
Wondering how it’s even possible
That I turn you on so.
Reminiscing of the first time
You laid eyes on me.
You want to fuck me,
Don’t you?

-DarkEroticax

Claim Me -Part 2

She hesitated before answering his question. Could she have sex with him again? That would make him more than just a one night stand. She didn’t know if she was ready for the possibility that they would become something more. She didn’t want ties, to him or anyone else. But perhaps she was just overthinking this. So he wanted to fuck her again, what’s the big deal? Fuck it, she thought.

“Yes,” she rasped. Her mouth suddenly became very dry and she felt weirdly anxious. When she glanced at his face, it was clear he was happy with her response. The look he wore was that of pure hot lust.

“Come here,” his voice was thick and deep, and incredibly sexy. That was all it took for her climb over his lap. “You smell so good,” he whispered while breathing in her scent. His face rested at the nape of her neck. He kissed her neck softly and slowly worked his way down to her collarbone. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, raking her fingers through his thick blond hair in the process. Her hips moved against his muscular thighs while her arms found their way under his shirt. Their breathing and occasional sighs filled the silence in the room. His hands cupped her ass firmly, stilling her motions. “I need you right now,” he groaned. She couldn’t protest to that.

Soon enough, he managed to tear off her short dress leaving her in nothing but a bra and g-string. Those too were discarded, giving him enough access to her hot skin.
“You’re much too dressed. We need to do something about that,” she said in a low, sexy voice which was rewarded with a sly smile from him. He didn’t hesitate to remove his t-shirt. She lifted herself up from his lap giving him enough room to remove his jeans along with his boxers. His cock was hard and rested against his stomach.
“Come sit on my dick, baby. Ride me,” he patted his thighs with his hands. She let out a breathy sigh. How could she possibly say no to that? Without a doubt, she had never been so turned on in her life. She needn’t check to see if she was wet, she could feel the wetness dripping from her sex. She climbed over his lap like before, except this time, they were both hot and naked. When her skin made contact with his own, it burned to the touch. She placed her small hand on his dick. Her eyes were locked on his as she stroked it slowly, rubbing the pre-cum all along his shaft. He held a soft smile, but said nothing. She knew he was eager to be inside her, but was just trying to patient. That made her smile. She bit her lip and guided his cock at her hot entrance. She sank down ever so slowly, fully taking his length inside her.

“Ugh,” she moaned at the feeling of being filled by him. Their eyes never lost contact as she began moving against him.
“Fuck…” he hissed as he dug his fingers in her ass. He didn’t thrust up into her, though. He wanted to give her all of the control and she was glad because she needed it. “You feel incredible,” he said whilst nibbling on her breasts which were now bouncing as she moved faster.
“Yes, keep doing that. It feels so good,” she encouraged his tongue movement on her nipples. Her need quickly became . It was not just the feeling of having him buried deep inside her, but the way he made her feel. She was special and perfect in his eyes, and he made sure she knew this. His heated stare along with his hands clutching her breasts, while his dick slid smoothly in and out of her, caused her to shiver in delight. “Oh my God, yes…” She cried out while impaling herself on his stiff silky shaft.

He fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her face closer to his. He stole an abrupt kiss before saying, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life”. And indeed, it was. The way she cried out ‘yes’, almost as if she was in pain, made his legs tremble. He wanted -no needed- more of her. “I have to hear that sound again,” he rasped as he thrust his hips upward hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck.” She gasped at the unexpected intrusion. Biting her bottom lip, she rested her head on his shoulder whimpering in the process.

“That’s it, make those sounds for me baby.” He cooed in her ear while smacking her ass every time she bounced up and down his length.

“Ugh…ugh, ugh.” With each blow to her delicate flesh, she moaned and flinched, pulling on his hair in the process. He released a deep, low groan at the stinging sensation. Now it was her turn to be mesmerized by his sounds. His groan was masculine and throaty, and it was all for her. Still riding him deep, she met his eyes and put two fingers to his lips. He captured her fingertips between his teeth and pulled them into his mouth. “Mmm.” She smiled as he enveloped her fingers with his searing hot tongue. It only added more fuel to the fire which was her body.  “I’m going to come,” she whimpered softly, “come with me”. Her eyes pleaded him and so did her throbbing sex which grew tighter by the second. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to give her everything. To give her himself. So he grabbed her by the hips firmly and rammed up into her with all he had.

“Fuck, fuck! Ugh! Yes-.” She panted before he captured her lips in a desperate, passionate kiss as she squirted and he released his hot cum inside her. They cried out in unison, her on the verge of tears and him cursing violently while thrusting several times before pulling out. For the next few moments, there was a comfortable silence as they held one another. Both were still naked and unmoved from their coital position. He softly stroked her hair, brushing small strands behind her ear. His gentleness was wonderfully soothing to her and she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

“What’s that smile for?” He traced her lips with a delicate thumb and wore a smile of his own.

“Oh. I…I’m just glad we did this,” she replied as nonchalantly as she could, but deep down, she was feeling all sorts of things for this incredible man.

“Me too.. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you said no. I don’t think I would have been able to handle not being with you again.” He sighed and shook his head, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Oh my, she thought.

 

 

Claim Me -Part 1

“You know nothing about me. Just because you fucked me once, doesn’t mean anything,” she spat.
“That’s where you’re wrong, I know all about you,” he trailed his fingers across her cheek and down her neck. Goosebumps surfaced on her skin at the intimate contact. He continued, “I see the guys that leave your apartment almost every night. It’s always someone new. You’ve never been with the same guy twice, I’m sure of that.”
“What, you fucking stalk me now?” She said incredulously.
“I run an entire company. You think I have time for that?” He retorted before turning and walking to his kitchen.
“I don’t know. You seem to know some pretty personal shit for someone who isn’t stalking me,” she snorted as she sat down on the couch.
“Why do you do it?”
“What?” she met his eyes.
“Why do you need to fuck a different guy every day?” He walked and sat beside her with a drink in hand. Taking several sips of what smelled like whiskey, he turned to face her.
“This conversation is over,” she said defensively. His questions were beyond unreasonable and she owed him no answers. She started to get up but he grabbed her wrist firmly, bringing her back down.
“Sit. It’s not over until I say it is.”
“Fuck you,” she snorted while meeting his eyes.
“Been there, done that,” he grinned.
“Hmm, I wonder what that says about you then,” she smirked. This was good, they were shifting away from the conversation she really did not want to have with him. She was too embarrassed. He wouldn’t understand anyway.
“It means I’m a man who has a hard time being around you without wanting to claim your body,” he shrugged and took a drink. He was incredibly handsome in his dark jeans and white fitted t-shirt. She had nothing to say to his bold statement. His words along with his deep voice stirred sensations in her pelvic area. Her entire body became heightened. All of a sudden, she really craved having her nipples sucked.
“Do you want to claim me now?” she asked quietly. He contemplated her question for a moment, knowing very well she was only trying to avoid the conversation.
“Depends. Will you let me be the only man who’s ever fucked you twice?” He arched a brow.

Into the Dark

“What are you doing?” She asked hesitantly as she backed away from him.

“This is what you came here for, wasn’t it?” He walked toward her until she fell backward on the bed. She looked up at him and saw nothing. There was nothing in his eyes -they were empty and hollow. It sent shivers down her body.

“No.” She whispered as he cupped her neck with one large hand.

“You sure?” He taunted against her lips. His breath was hot. “Then why did you come?” His fingers gripped her throat tight, nearly cutting off her air supply. Her hands immediately flew to his wrist to remove his firm grip, but he caught both and pinned them over her head.

“Stop…” She struggled to speak with her constricted throat. Her mouth had gone completely dry and she became increasingly afraid for her life. He made no effort to remove his hold, nor was he concerned. In fact, he seemed rather thrilled at her discomfort. As she continued to struggle beneath his muscular frame, he swore beneath his breath before releasing his grip on her neck.

“Then tell me you don’t want this.”

“I don’t want this.” But it wasn’t the complete truth. Part of this thrilled her. A part of this also terrified her beyond words.

“Yes, you do. Don’t lie to me. Don’t lie to yourself. I can feel the damp heat between your legs.” He said huskily as he reached for her panties. He dipped his fingers inside the thin wet fabric and rubbed her outer sex. A moan escaped her lips. Her hips rose up to meet his fingers, trying to push them deeper inside her. “You still don’t want this?” He asked before jamming four thick fingers in her pussy. “I’ll give you what you want, you don’t get to choose.” Before she could even respond, he got up and headed to the washroom. She was still laying on the bed and when he returned, he had retrieved some rope, tape, and a black blindfold. Oh God, was he going to kill her? What was he planning on doing with all that shit? He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Gathering both wrists together and pinning them over her head, he wrapped the rope tightly before placing a knot.

“What are you going to do to me?” She dared to ask. He glanced at her for a few seconds but didn’t say anything. “Are you going to kill me?” She couldn’t hide the fear in her voice.

He chuckled and wrapped the blindfold around her eyes. “No, I’m not going to kill you. I’m just going to give you what you want.” She had no idea what that meant. Not even she knew what she wanted.

One Year Later -Reunited

After knocking several times, the door quickly opened revealing him standing shirtless behind it. His jaw went slack and so did hers.

“Hi.” She said cautiously.
“Hi. What are you doing here?” He asked and leaned on the doorway. He made no move to let her in and hardly looked happy to see her. It has been almost a year since the last time he saw her, which was at her apartment when he ended their friendship.

“I want to talk. Can I come in?” She said while anxiously fidgeting with her hands. He nodded and opened the door, letting her walk ahead of him. She looked around his spacious living room and smiled to herself.
“What are you smiling at?” He caught her smile.
“Oh, nothing really. Just the fact that nothing’s changed. Everything still looks the same.” She said while sitting on the couch.
“Everything except for you.” He remarked and went to sit next to her. Making sure to keep a little distance between them.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t look the same.” He said and took a sip of his drink.
“Do I look bad?” She began to feel self-conscious and crossed one leg over the other. She was starting to regret wearing this skimpy white dress.
“No.”
“Then?” She prompted.
He sighed and looked away. She didn’t look bad. She looked so incredibly beautiful, it was overwhelming. He didn’t think it was even possible for her to be prettier, but here she is sitting on his couch looking like she just came from a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit magazine. He silently cursed himself. “You’re beautiful.” Was all that came out of his mouth.
“I missed you.” She said.
“I know.”
“Did you miss me? Did you ever think about me?”
“Everyday. You were always on my mind.” He admitted more to himself than her. When he finally glanced to his left, he saw that she was staring at him longingly. The same look she had when he was buried deep inside her. Fuck.
“Well that’s nice to know.” She snorted and looked away. This was the demeanor he was used too.
“Look…” he struggled to find his words. ” I thought I was doing the right thing. I wanted you to get better, to get help for your issues. I figured if I gave you an ultimatum, that it’d work.” She pondered his words as she stared ahead.
“You left me at a time when I really needed you, when I really needed someone.” She said, still not looking at him. Her words were like shards of glass ripping him apart.
“I know. I’m sorry. I really did it out of love.” It was the truth. He had had good intentions.
She looked at him and nodded. “Well…I’m here now. I guess you can make it up to me.” She sent him one of those ‘you owe me’ faces and they both burst into laughter. He sure did miss her.

“Come here.” He gestured with his arms wide open. She moved closer to him and they shared a warm embrace which felt too good. She clung to his neck while he held wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist. She turned her head to place a small kiss on his neck, then his cheek, and outer lip. He sighed at this, remembering just how good of a kisser she is. They kissed slowly, occasionally they would exchange moans and sighs. In no time, they were both naked and engaging in sexy foreplay. He positioned himself on top of her on the couch and stared at her face. Her eyes contained so much lust and they hadn’t even fucked yet. Without a warning, he drove into her pussy with one, long thrust. She was taken aback, her lips parted and released a small gasp. He groaned as he pulled out then back in. She was ridiculously tight and the sensation was extraordinary. Increasing his pace, he still thrust deep and hard inside her. Every thrust was rewarded with her whimpers and cries. It made him dizzy.

“I love the sounds you make.” He said with a low groan. “Reminds me that I’m the one making you feel this good.”
She bit her bottom lip as his hips continued to slap hard against hers. “God. Yes.”
He gripped her chin with one hand. “Tell me.”
“You’re the one doing this to me.”
“Only me.”
“Only you.”
And with that, he propelled his hips at a remarkably fast pace. He drove into her so deep and hard, she was sure he left a permanent mark inside her. He had pierced right through her body and it felt scary and hot at the same time. After they both climaxed, they didn’t speak. They simply lay on the couch in the same position and fell asleep. There was nothing to say. There was no use in dwelling on the past. They were here now and that’s all that mattered.

One Last Time

“Can I come in? There’s some things we need to talk about.” He said firmly.

“Okay.” Her smile faltered.  Turning, she walked to the couch and plopped herself down ,spreading her legs wide on the coffee table.  She wore only a thin, white belly top and pink boy shorts which barely covered her ass.

“Can you sit properly so I can have a conversation with you instead of your pussy?” He grew impatient. She looked up at him slowly and met his eyes.

“Okay.” She clammed her legs shut and reconfigured herself on the couch. Then she turned to him and said “so, what do you want to talk about?”  He sat down next to her, careful to keep some distance between them, and sighed loudly.

“I came to tell you that I can’t do this anymore.”

“Can’t do what, exactly?” She narrowed her eyes.

“This. I can’t see you anymore. It’s dysfunctional. You told me you’d straighten yourself out and I’ve tried to help you so many times. I can’t sit back and watch your health and your life deteriorate.” When he finished speaking, he saw the saddest look in her eyes for a brief moment before she looked away. She never said anything, nor did she look at him. She simply got up and walked to the kitchen. He heard sounds of plates clattering and  cupboards being slammed hard. Sighing, he got up and walked over to the kitchen, where he stood by the fridge. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were pursed tightly. She didn’t glance at him as she reached for cups and placed them back in their place. Becoming increasingly annoyed with the ridiculous display, he said, “say something.”

She glanced at him momentarily before reaching for another plate. He snatched the plate out of her hand and smashed it against the wall.  The swift, loud motion seemed to get her attention and she took several steps back until her back rested against the counter.

“What’s wrong with you?” His nostrils flared and his chest heaved with each breath he took.  They were now face-to-face

She didn’t say anything; she only shook her head, defeated, with a pained expression on her face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He shook her hard by the shoulders. She began to cry and buried her face in his chest ashamedly. Her cries turned into sobs and he couldn’t help but comfortingly wrap his arms around her. The gesture was as much for him as it was for her. He brushed back the strands of hair which clung to her tear-stained cheeks and held her face in his hands. With tears still streaming down her face, they stood there looking into each other’s eyes. This was so much harder than he’d anticipated.

“I’m going to go. I don’t want you to try and contact me, alright? It’s best for the both of us.We need to live our lives separately.” He said as he released her face and turned to walk to the door. But before he took a step, she grabbed his arm.

“Do you want to fuck one last time?” She asked innocently as if their previous argument never happened. He thought he’d heard her wrong, but then she continued. “If this is it -if we’re going to go our separate ways -we should have closure.” Her expression didn’t falter. Was she insane? Because this idea was pure insanity, stupidity, and recklessness all in one.  She was willing to part ways without so much as a fight. And for this reason, he decided to give into her madness and accept her proposition.

“Do you promise to not contact me after this?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Yes.” She nodded and licked her dry lips. He studied her for a moment, not sure whether to believe her, but then she touched his face with one delicate hand and smiled. He almost melted. She rose on her tip toes and planted a feather-light kiss on his bottom lip. The way she sighed when she released his lips made him weak in the knees. He brushed her hair back and away from her face, tucking small brown strands behind her ear. He cherished this moment unlike anything he ever had. He lowered his head and she rose up to meet his lips. Their mouths opened and closed in unison, slowly, passionately. His movements were slow, as if he had all the time in the world. She -on the other hand -didn’t have time. She pulled at his shirt trying to open the buttons before he caught her wrists with a firm grip.

“Lets go to your room.” He said. They walked to her room in silence while holding hands. There was tension in the air and he knew it wouldn’t be like all the other times they’d had sex. She lay down on the bed and watched him as he climbed over her. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back with equal passion and moaned softly.

“Come on, let’s do this. I don’t want to wait.” She sighed desperately. Hearing her desperation, he didn’t want to wait either. They quickly discarded of their clothes and returned to their previous position. They lay silently for a moment as he positioned his hard cock at her entrance. “Come on.” She urged.  That was all it took for him to lose control. He entered her in one smooth thrust. They groaned in unison as he filled her up completely. She hung onto his neck as he towered over her, but their gazes still locked. As he increased his pace and thrust harder, he reveled in the beauty of her coital state. He loved the way she moaned. The way she would bite her bottom lip and close  her eyes when he drove hard and deep.  And he could never forget the innocent way she would look into his eyes. “You make me feel so good.” She cried softly into his shoulder. When her orgasm approached, she moaned his name over and over again. Hearing the emotion in her voice as she chanted his name, he found himself coming so hard that his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He woke up in the middle of the night with her in his arms. They had fallen asleep hard after their love session and he’d lost track of time. He pulled away slowly and began to put his clothes back on, careful not to wake her. She stirred in the bed and when she didn’t feel him next to her, she quickly sat up.

“You’re leaving?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a realization.

“Yes.” He said quietly and turned so that he was facing her. She looked at him sadly as he stroked her cheek with his hand. “I want you to take care of yourself, okay? Please. I love you.” She gave him a small nod. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and then he said, “Bye.”  Quietly, she watched him walk away.  She couldn’t blame him for doing so, it was inevitable.

Joy Rides

She thought about whether she should fuck him or not as he drove past her house. She told him to take her home, but he said it was early. “There’s nothing to really do right now.” She was annoyed with him already.

“You’re sure there’s nothing we can do?” His tone suggested he had an idea of what they could do.

“What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t  know. I mean, it’s raining and it’s dark. Don’t you think that’s a little romantic?” He smiled.

“Do I look like the romantic type?” She jabbed and he laughed. “Pull into the church parking lot.” Her voice left no room for discussion. He drove into the lot and drove in circles trying to find a discreet spot. She told him to knock it off or she would leave. That seemed to get his attention. He finally picked a spot near the end of the lot and she wasted no time getting into the back seat. If she would go through with this, she would do it as quickly as possible and then run. He climbed in the back with her and she sat on his lap. Her bra came off, and so did her shirt, and in no time, she was completely naked. She hated the way he breathed as he kissed her neck and breasts. He lay her on her back and rubbed her pussy softly. “Finger me.” She spread her legs wide on the edge of the seat. He inserted a finger inside her and she all but screamed. It was obvious he was not very experienced in that department and she worried how he would be in sex.

“I fuck better than I finger.” He chuckled.

“Do you have a condom?” She asked. He nodded and reached for some. “Let me put it on.” She took it from him and sheathed his thick cock, and then proceeded to climb on his lap again. She guided his cock at her entrance and he grinded his hips up roughly to meet hers. She gasped in shock and pain. His cock stretched her walls and hit her cervix with every thrust. The position was uncomfortable and extremely painful for her. She decided to let him be on top instead.

When he started to fuck her, his thrusts were too fast and he didn’t move in and out. She told him it felt better when he moved all the way out and then back in. God, was she glad he took her advice, because when he started doing just that, she almost saw stars. He thrust deep and hard –so hard that his hipbones painfully dug into her flesh. The loud noise of their skin smacking echoed in her ears and reminded her what she’d been missing out on all these years.

“God, yes! Fuck me.. Don’t stop..Don’t..” She cried out from the intense pleasure. Her breaths were quick and short and she whimpered every time his hips pounded into her. He was so rough and his thrusts were merciless. She almost came, but her mouth was so dry that she couldn’t even swallow or speak. She felt incredibly faint and then realized it was because he had forgotten the heater on. He quickly got up to turn it off and apologized. She sat up and took a minute to gather her thoughts and catch her breath. She’d never been so fucking exhausted, she really did think she would pass out. After she felt better, they tried again. This time, he took her from the back and she would never forget it.

“Holy shit, that’s tight.” He hissed as he entered her slowly from behind. She moaned as he slid all the way in, filling her as much as she could take. When he began to move into her, she pushed her ass back against his cock, taking more into her. He started to ram into her hard and fast, and she couldn’t stop moaning. His cock rubbed so good against her G-spot, she reveled in the sensation which was so foreign to her. She reached down and rubbed her clit, enhancing the feeling all together. She focused hard on coming and paid no attention to him. This was the best she’d ever felt. His chest rested on her back as he propelled his hips forward again and again. She grabbed the headrest of the passenger seat with one hand while the other played with her clit. Her moans became louder, his breathing was ragged, but his pace didn’t falter.

She felt faint still and didn’t think she could continue despite how good she felt. “I can’t anymore. It’s too much.” She said breathlessly.

“What’s too much? You want me to take it slow?” He asked as she started to look for her clothes.

“I’m just sore and so exhausted.”

“Then let me do all the work, you don’t have to do anything.” He smiled and reached for her, but she pulled away.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still finish you off.” She didn’t know why she said that, it’s not like she came. Why did she care if he came or not? She should have just left him hanging. After putting her clothes on, she stroked his cock several times before she grew increasingly bored. She told him to do it and he looked at her as if she’d grown two heads.

“Where am I supposed to come?”

“We’ll figure that out when you actually come.” God, she was ready to run and never look back. When he did finally come, he grunted several times before he released a load of cum on her breasts. She nearly gagged at the sight and smell, and practically yelled “get me some tissue!” She was horrified. Absolutely horrified. She hated semen and having it on her. He cleaned her up and she opened the door to get some fresh air. She inhaled the rain scent and thought about what they’d just done.

“I get the feeling that you’re mad at me.” His voice was small and insecure.

“Why?” She chewed some gum and looked at him blankly.

“Just the way you’re acting. You’d tell me if I did something wrong, right?” Oh god, he sounded so insecure, she felt a little guilty.

“Of course, I promise it’s nothing you did. It’s just been a while and I don’t feel so well.” And then they parted ways, never to speak again.

Please

“Please.. just a quickie.” She pleaded and yanked at his arm. He didn’t budge. He was used to her drunken urges and her selfishness.

“That’s enough.” He warned and held her by the shoulders to steady her wobbling body. Her heels didn’t help and seemed to make her even more unstable.

“Come on, you know you want too.” She teased while trailing her hand down his chest to his hardening crotch. He hissed beneath his breath and grabbed her hand to stop her from squeezing his shaft.

“That’s enough, I said.” He yelled, his jaw clenched and his eyes bore into her. He looked dangerous. But she didn’t seem phased. If anything, this thrilled her even more so. She bit her lip and looked up at him. Then, without warning, she grabbed his hand and pushed it up her skirt, forcing it to rest against her wet hot sex. Fucking hell. She wore no panties under her skirt. Fuck.

“See how wet I am? I’m not lying when I say I want you so bad.” There was an ache in her voice; desperation in her eyes as she searched his face for a reaction. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he rubbed the outside of her cunt, spreading her wetness all over. She sighed and rested her head on his chest and spread her legs wider for him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed his nape. She ran her hot tongue from the base of his neck to his ear, then she nipped and bit at his lobe lightly. He groaned and slid two thick fingers inside her. “Mmm.” She moaned as he rubbed her clit with his thumb while pumping his fingers hard and deep in her pussy. She panted and whimpered, on the verge of crying from the delightful sensation. it drove her crazy and she only wanted more. More of him. More pleasure. Just more. “Yeah, fuck me..fuck me.” She chanted to herself but he heard her pleas nonetheless. He lifted her right leg and held it up. Then he turned her around and pinned her against the wall. With her leg up, he was able to penetrate her deeper and harder.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. Until you’ll be begging me to stop because your pussy is so sore.” He said in the sexiest voice she’d ever heard. She helped him unbuckle his belt and open his zipper. They both pushed his pants down eagerly. She pulled his hips closer to hers and smirked at him. He lifted her tiny body against him effortlessly. Her arms and legs automatically clung to him as if he was her life line. She lay her head on his shoulder and he cupped her ass with two large hands.

“Come on, baby. I can’t wait much longer.” She urged him on, reaching down to find his cock and centering it at her entrance. He didn’t need to be told twice –the same instant she moved her hand, he pushed inside her in one, rough thrust. She cried out as she felt his dick painfully hit her cervix. He was so deep, so deep it hurt. And he continued to ram his hips upward into her while using his strong hands to pull her ass up and down with each violent thrust. They groaned and panted in unison as he pumped and pumped relentlessly. He was fucking her in mid-air without a wall or anything for leverage. “Oh God, it feels so fuckin’ good. You fill me up so good…” She panted in between words. She was ready to come, she could feel it. He could feel himself grow bigger, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter around him. She moaned his name over and over again as her orgasm erupted throughout her body, leaving her shaking and light-headed. He groaned her name in a pained voice as he blew up inside her. He pulled out all the way and rested her on the floor. She stumbled back a few steps and reached for him to regain her balance. He held her hands tightly, steadying her in place. She blushed and gave him a faint smile. He smiled back softly and gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear. She looked vulnerable –unlike the daring, seductive woman that approached him earlier. He wanted to help her. To save her. But she was in too deep, too messed up. There was nothing left for him to do.

First Orgasm

She had never had an orgasm from sex before. She’d never even had a guy give her an orgasm –period. She wanted it so badly, needed it. She wanted to be able to enjoy sex and be like her friends who had great orgasms from their boyfriends. No man she had ever been with cared enough to make her come. They worried about their own climax and didn’t think twice about lasting long enough to give her one. She was sick and tired of it. She was too fucking hot to not be completely satisfied. She deserved an orgasm –or two.

She looked down at his head which rested in between her parted legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. He was on his knees looking up at her which mischievous eyes. He smirked before he blew some air at her pussy. She shivered and arched her back. Lord jesus, if this was just the beginning she had no idea how she would even get through it. He ran the tip of  his hot tongue along the slit of her cunt ever so slightly. She bit her lip and leaned back on her arms. She was surprised by how good it felt and how much she liked it. He seemed to sense her desperation and began to circle her clit in tiny motions. He pressed his tongue firmly along the sensitive flesh and continued to do so when she moaned his name.

“Yeah, that’s it. Right there.” She encouraged him and let her head drop back as she reveled in the overwhelming sensation. She was going to come. She knew it.

“You like this, baby? You going to come if I keep doing this?” He looked up at her from below and taunted.

“Yes, keep going and don’t stop.” She pushed his head back down and he chuckled lightly. He continued where he left off but this time, he used two thick fingers to rub her G-spot. “Don’t fucking stop.” She said unconsciously. She was too carried away with the euphoric sensation. She didn’t even realize she was speaking. He rubbed her pussy faster and harder, but he kept his tongue slow and steady on her clit. He flicked and flicked until her hips began to rock against his mouth, practically riding his face. He grinned against her pussy and continued to tease her tortuously.

She was leaning on her elbows now, her legs spread wide over his shoulders from beneath. Her muscles shook and quivered violently, and her breaths came short and quickly. “Oh God, oh God! I’m gonna come.” She cried as she gripped the sheets beside her. She was ready to explode and soon, her entire body ignited. She cried out in pleasure before her orgasm hit and once it did, her back arched so high, she almost fell off the edge of the bed. He stood on his feet and looked at her as she lay on the bed in her post-orgasmic state. She smiled and pulled his arm, motioning him to sit next to her. When they were both sitting on the bed, she turned to him and turned his face to meet hers. His gaze never faltered and his eyes were so intense. As if he had come right with her. She touched his face softly and pressed the sweetest kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

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Teach Me

They were at the park behind his building. This was the second time they hung out alone and not with other people. The first time, he fondled her breasts and sucked on her nipples. He kissed her neck and rubbed the outside of her pussy. This time however,  they took it a step further.

They were sprawled out on the blanket in the grass area behind the parking lot. It made very easy access for anyone to see, but she didn’t care and neither did he. She spread her legs wide, flashing her pussy for him. He salivated and then inserted two fingers inside her. He hovered over her but he wasn’t actually on top, just right beside her.

“Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me hard.” She panted and moved her hips closer to take his fingers deeper. He began to thrust his fingers but his pace was just too slow for her. She needed more. What was wrong with him? Didn’t he know how to finger fuck a girl? Frustrated,  she pushed his hand away. She then inserted two fingers inside and fucked herself. He watched her intently as she rubbed her pussy faster and harder. “That’s how you do it. Now be a good boy and get me off.” She demanded and he knew she wasn’t joking. He inserted his fingers inside her again and proceeded to jam them as hard as he possibly could. She cried out and grabbed onto his forearm. His fingernails dug painfully into her flesh and she swore repeatedly. This time he actually hit the right spot and she started to feel incredibly good. “Yes, harder, I’m going to come.” She whimpered and threw her head back, relishing the marvelous sensation. Just as she was about to come, he changed the angle of his fingers. She was so disappointed she didn’t come, she really thought she would. But his lack of experience made it quite difficult. She sat up and covered her face with her hands. She tried to collect her thoughts and regain her composure. She felt exhausted and she was almost certain she would start bleeding from the way his fingernails clawed at her insides.

The entire encounter lasted not more than five minutes. She never touched him once during that time and she knew his cock was probably in agony. But she didn’t care. She was only after her pleasure. She just used him. After readjusting her thong and dress, they both lay down on the blanket again and delved into random conversation, as if what they did never even  happened.

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Soothe Me

He didn’t notice the bruises that covered her arms and legs or the marks on her neck. They had been too busy making love and he was too preoccupied with touching her. But as he swept a gaze over her naked body which rested close to his on the bed, he thought the bruises on her neck were quite odd. They looked like marks one would get from being choked. But hadn’t she said she fell down the stairs? He decided he’d talk to her when she woke up.

When she awoke, he wasted no time. “Can I ask you something?” He kept his tone calm; he didn’t want to push her away or scare her.

“Okay.” She hesitated.

“What really happened?” He asked. “And please don’t lie to me.” He added softly. Her features looked defeated.

“I didn’t fall.” She spoke slowly. “I was pushed.” She didn’t look at him. He caressed her arm softly and this seemed to soothe her so she continued. “The elevator wasn’t working, so I thought I’d just take the stairs instead of waiting for the next one to come. As I was about to take my first step down, someone pushed me –hard. I literally fell from the top of the stairs to the floor.” She winced as if remembering the horrific incident. She held his hand and tossed her thigh over his hip. She needed his closeness. “I was so drunk, I didn’t even hear anyone behind me. When I fell, I just passed out. I didn’t have it in me to get up. When I finally woke up,” she paused for a moment and exhaled before continuing, “this guy was fucking me. I couldn’t believe it, I was in such a daze, it all felt like a dream. I tried to push him away, but my arms felt like they were broken, my neck was soar as hell. Next thing I know, he starts choking me.” She finally looked up at him, her eyes hid pain he knew she felt inside. He tried to make sense of what she was telling him. She’d been raped. She’d been assaulted and raped. How could he let someone do that to her? He was supposed to protect her, instead he let her get raped and beaten. Worse, he hadn’t even spoken to her in the past week. God, he felt sick to his stomach. His jaw clenched tightly and he felt anger coarse through his veins. He had never felt so enraged in his life.
“Fucking hell!” He yelled and got up of the bed, turning his back away from her . He buried his face in his hands, too overwhelmed with grief to come to his senses. She came from behind him and touched his back. She ran her hands up and down in a rubbing motion in an attempt to soothe him. He was supposed to try to comfort her — not the other way around. He turned and looked down at her. Her face looked sad, but comforting. She looked as if she was trying to keep it together so she wouldn’t fall apart in front of him. But he knew better. He wrapped his arms around her thin waist and she returned his embrace . He needed to remain calm and holding her gave him the relief he needed to go on. She fit perfectly in his arms. She was so angelic, so small compared to his large muscular frame. He had the overwhelming need to protect her. To make sure nothing like this ever happened to his precious, precious girl again.

She released her hold on his neck and looked up at him the same way she always did. Like an innocent little girl who needed the love of a father. Except she wasn’t innocent –not in the least bit. She rose up on her tip toes and pressed a soft peck on his lips. She pressed another small peck on his chin, then his cheek, then his neck. He sighed as her lips moved down his body. They were both still naked and she was glad because it meant they didn’t need to waste time undressing. “Let’s not talk anymore, okay?” She smiled softly and worked his erection in her hand. She was done talking and he should have expected her to dismiss the conversation, as serious as it was. But he thought it was useless to reject her, not when she clearly needed affection. She pushed him on the bed and straddled his hips, running her hands up and down his chiseled chest. He shuddered at her touch. Her demeanor had abruptly changed from fragile to strong and dominant. He still tried to process the shift as he looked up at her. She wasted no time guiding his cock into her before bouncing on it hard. She rested her hands around his head and raked her fingers through his soft brown hair. Her expression was dazed but her body suggested she had complete control of the situation.

She panted and moaned as she increased her pace. He groaned as she took him deeper and held her ass tightly in his hands. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, his cock aching for release. She threw her head back slightly. “Oh fuck…yes!” She cried out loudly as she came hard.

“Jesus.” He groaned painfully as he had his release. She collapsed on top of him and he held her in his strong arms. But the moment didn’t last. She quickly rolled off him and stood on the side of the bed at her nightstand. She took a cigarette from her pack and lit it. She didn’t care to put on any clothes and shamelessly walked to the window. He watched her closely as she smoked out the window, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. The colourful bruises which covered her body were a painful reminder to him –a reminder he desperately longed to forget but knew he couldn’t.

Use My Body

“Listen to me good,” he said as he gripped her neck firmly with his large hand. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to shut up and take it, understand?” His mouth was dangerously close to hers. His eyes were fixed on her and she open her mouth slightly. She was too shocked to say anything. She simply looked up at him with wide eyes and released a small sigh. His jaw clenched and he pushed her back against the wall, his hand still covering her throat.

His erection was prominent through his dress pants and the way he looked at her –with such need, such desperation –she thought she would come right then. He didn’t  bother removing his suit jacket, or his shoes. He quickly pulled down his pants and they settled loosely at his ankles. His hard cock jutted upward and against her belly. He hiked up her short dress around her waist, pulled her thong to the side, and lifted her up against him. He didn’t bother with a condom. With one swift move, his whole length was fully inside her. They both groaned and locked gazes.

“Fuck me.” She cried softly, her eyes never leaving his.

“I’m going to bang the shit out of you. Until you can’t  remember your name. Until you’re so fucking sore you won’t be able to walk.” He held her throat with one strong hand, his other hand rested under her ass. She made a choked sound as he gripped her neck harder and he gave her a wicked smile. He thrust his hips faster and harder into her. Each thrust he made was rewarded with loud moans from her. She held his shoulders as he continued to fuck  her deeply. She felt as if she was going to pass out. Maybe it was the strength of his grip on her throat, maybe it was the painfully pleasurable way his cock grinded against her cervix. She couldn’t think –no, not in that moment. She felt her orgasm approaching,  she felt her pussy clench around his throbbing dick. But then the sensation faded away. He released her throat and she was relieved because now she could finally breath normally again.

“You fucking slut.” He slapped her hard across the cheek. This  thrilled her and she smiled up at him. He slapped her again and again, while thrusting into her still. “You’re good for one thing only –your pussy. That’s it.” He said hoarsely before coming  inside her. She didn’t come, but that  didn’t matter because it felt so good to have him use her body. She was a slut and he could do anything to her without so much of a protest.

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Dirty Fucks

Within five minutes of meeting him he already had his hands up her skirt. He fondled her breasts and kissed her cheek. She was shocked at his repulsive behavior. Who did he think he was anyway? She’d known him for hardly an hour and he was already trying to work his fingers up her cunt. She pushed him away, but he didn’t seem to get the hint, and if he did he was just ignoring her protests.

“What are you  doing? Who gave you permission to do that, huh?” She yelled at him furiously and shoved his chest,hard. He didn’t seem to understand why she was so upset. He looked amused and hardly sorry for what he had done. They were alone in the alley behind a club. He walked over to where she stood against the wall. His steps were deliberate, and when he reached her, they were face-to-face in the dark. She was seething. She just wanted him gone. But before she could tell him to fuck off, he shoved his hands up her short skirt and pulled down her thong. She was bewildered and lost for words. Her mouth was open and her eyes were fixed on him as she watched him open his pants. She couldn’t speak or move, or do anything for that matter. She had had too much to drink and didn’t have it in her to fight him. If that was what he wanted, then she let him have it.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside your little pussy.” He rasped as he slipped a condom on. She gasped at his words, and even more so when she saw how big his erection was. She felt herself become very aroused all of a sudden. This stranger –whom she had only met at the club not ten minutes ago –was going to fuck her against the wall in a dark alley. It sounded dirty as hell, but she couldn’t help but want it, too. He lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her ass. She automatically wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. It was the only feeling of safety she felt in that moment. He hissed slightly and he guided himself into her. She moaned softly at how good it felt to be so stretched out. He increased his pace slowly and made his thrusts deep. She held his neck to tightly she thought he’d pass out. She looked up from where her face was buried in his shoulder, and stared at him as he fucked her. His expression was intense, his breathing ragged. They were both panting and moaning together, careful not to be too loud in case someone heard them. It was the dirtiest of fucks. He thrust into her repeatedly, not caring that her ass and back were digging into the concrete wall. She was still in shock. She couldn’t believe they were actually screwing. It felt like a dream. Her vision was hazy from the alcohol, her body limp. He lifted her up and down on his cock with ease. His expression grew even more tense,his dick felt bigger inside her. She felt she was going to explode.

“Fuck me.” He hissed as he slammed into her repeatedly. She replied with startled cries from the force of his thrusts. She didn’t know whether she felt good or in pain.It didn’t matter –she wouldn’t remember in the morning anyway. After several more violent thrusts and curse words exchanged between them, she felt a faint orgasm approaching. He came right with her and he rested his forehead against hers as they took a moment to recover. He pulled out of her quickly and dropped her to her feet.

“Shit.” She swore as she lost her balance and fell back against the wall. He didn’t ask her if she was okay. He just stood there silently. There was nothing for her to say. She thought she saw him smirk before briskly walking away and disappearing into the night. She lent against the wall in the dark alley alone, drunk, and incredibly confused.

Casual Encounters

“Why are you pretending like last night didn’t happen?” He demanded. There was a hint of anger in his tone and hurt.

“We fucked, that’s all.” She shrugged.

“We both know that’s a fucking lie.” He  spat and walked to her bed where she lay half naked.

“It was casual sex, I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. What’s the big deal?” She tried to  remain indifferent. She didn’t want anything more with him. Sex was fine as long as it was casual. But it scared her to think about the possibility of loving him. She saw his jaw clench tightly before he climbed on top of the bed and pinned her body down. She gasped as he held her wrists firmly over her head. His breathing was harsh, she could tell he was angry. She didn’t blame him. There was silence between them for a few moments as they stared at each other.

“You want to tell me that what we did was just casual –just sex?” He broke the silence. He lowered his head closer to her face and spoke again. “The way you cried out my name when you came –the way you fell apart in my arms, that was just sex?” His lips were dangerously close to hers. She shuddered at his words and made a small whimper. He didn’t kiss her, he just lingered. She could feel the heat from his mouth against her lips. Without any warning, he pulled down her tiny thong and tossed it on the floor. His gaze never left hers as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans just far enough to expose his hard erection. She didn’t object. She knew he needed this. So she let him take her.

There was no foreplay involved, no passion or love. Just anger and desperation. She was aroused nonetheless. With his eyes still locked on hers, he  pushed his hard dick inside her fully and forcefully. She gasped at the slight pain. He didn’t give her a moment to recover before he began hammering into her like a starved animal. She watched him intently as he fucked her. He was physically close to her but his expression remained distant. He didn’t kiss her or even touch her. He just fucked her as if she was nothing.

It felt pleasurable to her but she knew she wouldn’t be able to come. Her mind wasn’t there. He, on the other hand, was determined to come. He thrust and thrust and thrust, until he climaxed  with a low groan. Once he pulled out,  he rolled off the bed and readjusted his pants. He didn’t so much as glance at her and she was glad because she didn’t want him to see the hot  tears forming in her eyes . She turned her head away from him and tried to process what had just happened. She heard his footsteps as he  walked around  her bed to the doorway before leaving her apartment without a word. She got what she wanted –a casual fuck. But she didn’t expect to ever feel this bad.

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Can’t get any better

“You want more baby? Huh?” He taunted as he drove into her pussy so hard, the loud smack of their bodies echoed.

“Fuck…yes.” She moaned and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his thick long cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt. Fuck, she could feel it coming. “Yeah, right there. Keep fuckin’ me just like that..” She grabbed his damp shoulders and clawed at his broad back. His pace didn’t falter, he kept his thrusts steady and sharp, sending her into a torment of sensations.

“No other man will ever fuck you as good as I can. You pussy was made for me.” He held her gaze as he pumped furiously into her, again and again. She knew he was right. He dominated her unlike any other man she’d ever been with. He claimed her. He wasn’t afraid to go rough on her. He always gave her what she wanted. She couldn’t come up with anything to say to him –she was so overwhelmed by the delicious way his cock rubbed against her G-spot and the pressure of his deep thrusts  on her cervix. She made little moans  which sounded more like she was crying. His grunts of satisfaction and his heavy breathing told her he was enjoying it just as much as she. Her pussy involuntarily tightened around his shaft  and it sent tingles down his spine.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned. His face looked strained, desperate for release. “Come with me.” He rasped against her lips and buried his hand in her hair.

“Mmm.. fuck yeah I’m coming.” She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his hips, signaling for him to take her as hard as he possibly could.

“You’re going to kill me.” He choked out as he began to hammer into her hard and fast. They were both panting, both sweating and in need of a climax. His groans and moans of pleasure followed hers, and soon she arched her hips and cried out his name. He came right with her with such agonizing force his eyes rolled back. Their bodies were scorching  with heat as they lay entangled in each other’s arms, wondering how anything could have been more satisfying than what they just did.

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Double Penetrate Me

She couldn’t believe she was actually going to do this: have a threesome with Ethan and  Shawn. Ethan and her slept together regularly, but she’d never had sex with Shawn before. In fact, tonight was her first time meeting him, but she couldn’t help but get wet just looking at him. It would be her first threesome; she was excited and nervous at the same time. As they followed her to her bedroom, she could feel their eyes fixated on her ass. She wore a sheer night gown which was tight and short. It molded against her body and she could tell they liked what they saw. Once they got to her room, Ethan spun her around and held her body against his. She grabbed his face and kissed him. His lips were hard as he kissed her back, and ran his hands up and down her waist, then to her ass. They were both caught up in the moment, she didn’t notice Shawn behind her. He rubbed his hard erection against her ass and massaged her breasts. She moaned softly at how hot it was to have these two men touching her at once. The sexual tension that was present earlier had evaporated, and now there was just pure desire.

“Jesus Christ,” Shawn hissed against her neck when she gripped his cock. She was still standing in between them, except now her head was turned to the side as she kissed Shawn. He was an amazing kisser. His tongue glided smoothly against hers and his lips were gentle but firm. She moaned when she felt another pair of hands rub her pussy from the outside of her panties. She couldn’t concentrate on what Ethan was doing because Shawn was still kissing her and  pinching her nipples. She’d never been so turned on, so excited. She broke the kiss when she felt Ethan’s cock entering her. She was surprised but thrilled,too.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed as they lifted her up and Ethan began to thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his face as he anchored her hips up and down against his. She swore and moaned as Shawn pulled her by the hair, making her head rest against his chest. He began to kiss on her neck and bit her shoulder. She cried out his name and loved the way it sounded.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass while Ethan fucks your pussy?” he taunted against her ear. His breath was hot, his voice filled with need.

“Yes…double penetrate me,” she practically cried out. She felt Shawn let go of her and walk to her nightstand. Ethan kept thrusting in her and it felt so good how deep he was inside her. She groaned withe each move he made and Ethan hissed and cursed.

“Lay down on the bed,” Shawn said hoarsely. Several minutes later, she found herself straddling Ethan’s lap, his cock buried deep inside her, and Shawn’s dick in her ass. She had never felt so full, so complete. Both of them thrust into her at the same time and she couldn’t even make enough sounds to express the pleasure she felt in that moment. She had two cocks inside her, two hot men fucking her senseless. She opened her eyes and looked into Ethan’s eyes. His expression was fierce and dominant. He lifted his head to capture one of her hard nipples in his hot mouth. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive flesh and bit hard as he released the swollen bud. the sensation of his bite, Shawn’s cock pummeling her ass, and Ethan’s thick rod thrusting in her pussy –overwhelmed her immensely and she cried out as the rush of her orgasm swept her entire body. She collapsed on top of Ethan and he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, then softly kissed her forehead. Both men came inside her shortly after. She lay entangled in Ethan’s arms with Shawn resting beside her. She’d never been so satisfied.

Against The Wall

He slammed her against the wall. The sound of her ass slapping was all she could hear. Within seconds he ripped  off her skirt only to find she isn’t wearing any panties.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed against her ear while running his rough fingers along her bare pussy. He couldn’t wait any longer and neither could she. She arched her breasts toward him and he immediately tore off her shirt. Her tits bounced at the jerky movement and he groaned. “No bra, no panties… You have no idea what you’re doing to me. We’re talkin’ some serious payback,” he whispered against her lips. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, to fuck her senseless. He quickly slipped off his pants along with his boxers. They settled at his ankles leaving him just enough room to fuck her. He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her against the wall. She chuckled lightly as she rested her head against the wall. She was so small, so delicate. She fit perfectly in his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. He bent his head and sucked one nipple, swirling the soft flesh with his tongue.

“Yeah… fuck me,” she moaned and held his face with both hands. She desperately needed him. He aimed his cock at her opening and grinded up into her. They both groaned loudly as he entered her forcefully. Within a few moments he was hammering her against the wall –right there in the middle of the hallway of her apartment. Him fully clothed, her completely naked against him. The scene was erotic as hell. He pumped into her harder and harder with every thrust. “Ugh, that feels so good, don’t stop,” she panted in between words. Her expression was full of lust as she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

“Open your eyes baby, I want to see you come,” he urged her as he pumped into her furiously. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked so beautiful as she looked in his eyes, he had to kiss her. Her lips were soft and gentle. But the way she grabbed at his hair and his shoulders told him she was close.

“Mmm…mm..” she moaned loudly as he thrust into her several more times before she came hard. He came right with her and they both yelled out. She clawed at his back and his shoulders as her neck rolled back and rested against the wall. Her spine dug into the hard surface of the wall and she knew she’d be sore as hell, but she didn’t much care.

Make Me Cry

“Fuck, ugh… I can’t…” she whimpered beneath him and wrapped her arms around his damp neck. He groaned when she involuntarily squeezed, which made her pussy tighten around him.

“God, you’re so damn tight,” he moaned as he lowered his head closer to her face. They were both panting. Their bodies were hot and sticky against one another. He began to thrust faster, and faster, until the friction became so overwhelming for her, she began to cry. She let out little sobs and hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She had her eyes shut tight in hopes that he wouldn’t see her fall apart, but he did. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?” he looked worried as he searched her face for an answer. He wiped away her trickling tears with his thumbs and kissed her forehead gently.

“No, no…please keep going,” she shook her head and caressed his face and hair. He hesitated for a moment, but picked up his pace again. This time he want even deeper. They both groaned and moaned, their sounds of pleasure became pronounced in the room. His hands cupped the bottom of her ass and brought her hips even closer to his. He thrust his cock faster and the friction became too much for her to handle. She cried out and moaned his name but even that didn’t give her the relief she needed. She felt hot tears burn her eyes and she found herself crying again. She met his gaze this time and he kissed her tears away from her cheeks. She whimpered at his gesture and she noticed him lower his mouth to hers. She watched him intently as he breathed heavily before claiming her mouth. His lips were hot and his tongue probed at her lips. It was the first time they had ever kissed –despite their regular sexual encounters. Kissing was off-limits for the nature of their sexual relationship. However, his kiss soothed her and she felt a deeper connection with him –one she hadn’t felt before. The kiss was more intimate to them than him being inside her.

“Make me come, make me come…” she pleaded against his lips and he kissed her again and again. He angled his hips upwards and thrust deeply and hard. She cried again as her orgasm finally hit. She got the relief she needed and she felt so much better.

“Ugh, I’m gonna come,” he groaned against her ear, his body was tense and his voice was strained. He thrust several more times before he came inside her. After they recovered, they put on their clothes and went into his living room. He fixed them drinks and handed it to her silently. She took it and sat on the sofa.

“I’m sorry for crying earlier,” she said quietly as she looked out the window.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. But can I ask why?” he asked softly and came to sit beside her.

“It just felt so good, I didn’t know how to relieve myself. I didn’t expect to cry though,” she spoke more to herself than to him.

“I thought it was beautiful watching you fall apart,” he admitted as he met her gaze. He had a slight smile on his lips, his eyes sincere. It was the nicest thing he could have said in that moment.

How To Satisfy A Woman – Advice For Men

Don’t rush your actions. Make every movement purposeful and precise. Take your time with your woman. Cherish her body. Touch her slowly, caress her. Take note of what she likes, what she doesn’t like –ask her. She may enjoy sex slow and passionate. She may want you to dominate and take charge over her body. She may want it rough and hard. She may want it all. So you need to give it to her. Give her what she wants.

Be patient. Don’t expect her to come right away. Don’t be surprised if she doesn’t feel good. Find a different way to make her feel good. She deserves it. Put her needs before yours. Don’t come until she does, and if she doesn’t –make sure she wants you to come.

Whisper dirty words in her ear. Bite her. Tease her. Excite her. Don’t bore her.

The female orgasm requires more effort, more finesse. She needs you to be able to last when you’re inside her.

Explore her body. Worship her.

Never Look Back

“Why do you have to drink so much? I thought we went over this already,” he was practically yelling now.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” she retorted and turned to walk away. She was a little tipsy and he was ruining her buzz.
“Not when you’re in my house,” he pointed out.
“Fine, then I’ll leave,” she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk to her room. He grabbed her arm and when she turned around, she slapped him. Shock registered on his face and she immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she hit him. His expression was deadly. He grabbed her arms and pinned her back against the wall. He pressed his body against hers and placed his leg in between hers. She tried to move her arms but he had her pinned hard. He was panting and she was breathing audibly, too. She looked up at him and he stared right back at her; his nostrils flaring.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warned in a low voice.

“I said I’m sorry,” she said quietly. She struggled against him again but he held her arms tighter and lowered his head inches from his mouth. They breathed against each other for several moments before their lips collided. It was soft at first, but the kiss soon spiraled out of control. He sucked and bit her bottom lip until she whimpered against him. He let go of her arms and touched her aching breasts. His hands traveled under her tank top and squeezed her hard nipples. She sighed and touched him too –everywhere she could. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his pants. They were both panting and adrenaline rushed through both of their veins. He groaned once she gripped his steel cock. He pulled up her skirt up to her waist then lifted her against the wall with ease. He kissed her again, more intensely than before and she shuddered. “Please fuck me,” she pleaded against his lips, a strained expression on her face. He gave her a slight nod and angled the tip of his cock at her wet sex. He entered her fully and forcefully. She moaned slightly and fisted his hair. He pumped into her quickly and hard. His expression was mixed with anger and lust. She gasped and sighed as he entered and retreated.
“I’m going to come, fuck,” she whimpered against him as he slipped in and out of her wetness. The friction drove them both mad and they cried out in unison as their climax hit. She lifted her head to his lips but he dodged the kiss. She was confused and a little hurt. He place her on the floor and walked away. She heard him release a deep sigh and mumbled words under his breath. She sunk onto the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees. It was the only defense mechanism she had in that moment.
“I think you should leave,” he said quietly. His tone left no room for argument and she didn’t even bother. She didn’t need him constantly telling her what to do. She got up and headed to the room the gather her belongings. She didn’t own many things and was able to collect everything fairly quickly.
“It’s funny you say that after we just screwed,” she snorted as she walked out of his condo and she didn’t look back.

Come Over

She drowned half the bottle of vodka and felt better once it began to work its magic. She plopped herself on the couch and tried to clear her thoughts. She felt lonely and tired of the same old shit. She was also horny and in need of a good screw so she decided to call him. He arrived at her apartment about fifteen minutes later. She greeted him and her disheveled appearance took him by surprise.

“Have you been drinking?” he tried to keep his voice steady as he looked around her mess of a living room. There were clothes on the floor, bottles scattered everywhere. And yet, there she stood, completely unphased by the chaos surrounding her. She still looked beautiful.

“Yes, would you like a drink?” she motioned with her hand to the kitchen.

“No, thanks. I don’t mean to be rude, but was there a particular reason you called? Is everything okay?” he asked in a low voice and began to walk to her. He motioned to the couch and they both took a seat.

“Yes, actually there was a particular reason,” she smiled and looked up at him. She rubbed her hand  up and down his thigh and his cock grew hard. God, she was killing him. She bit her lip and inched her hand higher to his cock. “You’re so hard,” she sighed against his cheek. “I asked you to come here because… I want you,” her voice was but a whisper. He met her gaze and tried to regain his power.

“You’re drunk, I don’t think now’s a good time,” he removed her hand from his aching cock before he would explode. She pressed her hand on his crotch again, massaging his hardness through the fabric of his jeans.

“Seems like now’s a good time,” she pointed out and gave him a hard squeeze. Before he could reply, she hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. He was surprised at how fast she had gotten on her knees and began to suck him. She sucked and licked all while stroking him. She seemed to enjoy it just as much as he. But then she stopped abruptly and straddled his hips. She was panting and her lips were swollen from blowing him.  Somehow she had removed her skirt and underwear, but he hadn’t been paying attention. She sat on his cock and relished how good it felt to be filled. To be opened up completely. He relished the moment as well and then placed his hands on her hips to lift her up and down. But she didn’t need his help, she rose and fell on his cock with ease. She took all of his nine, hard inches to the hilt. She moaned and kissed his lips, then his cheek, then his neck. She ran her hot tongue all along his shoulder and bit it. He shuddered and grinded his hips up to meet hers. “I’m coming,” she cried out and buried her face in his neck. Her pussy tightened around his cock and he came hard, squirting his cum inside her.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked, amused. She lifted her head and met his eyes.

“Yes, very,” she replied and gave him a devilish grin.

Too Close For Comfort

He pumped into her hard and fast, giving her everything he could. He needed the friction, needed to feel her slick walls rubbing against his dick. She was so tight it was bordering on painful to be inside her, but it was an unbelievable kind of pain.

“Come on baby, come on,” he groaned as he dove even deeper into her pussy. He was desperate for her to come because he was so damn close. He reached down and rubbed her clit. Her hips jerked and her moans of pleasure filled the air. Her sounds were sexy as hell and turned him on even more so.

“Ugh, give it to me,” she pleaded against his lips. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails almost piercing into his skin. Their skin stuck together from the sweat and heat of their hard fucking. He kissed her hard while pinching her nipple with his hand.  She cried out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she panted. Her lips were parted as she watched him fuck her. He smirked, and thrust faster, his cock sliding in and out with ease. His movements were precise, he knew where to angle his hard cock to make her come. She could feel her orgasm building and arched her back as the rush of pleasure hit her body with such force, she had to gasp for air. Her body was on fire. She had exploded beneath him. He didn’t stop fucking her, though. Not yet. He grinded into her several more times before he succumbed to his own powerful climax. He groaned loudly as he came and rested his head on her shoulder. They lay there for a few moments recovering from the most incredible sex they ever had together.

“Fuck, that just killed me,” he whispered against her ear while running his hands up and down her waist. She was so incredibly soft, he found it difficult not to touch her. She liked touching him too. He was perfect in every way. She loved the way he cherished her during sex and how well he treated her even when they weren’t fucking –and that scared the hell out of her. It was the kind of intimacy she wasn’t used too. She pushed on his shoulders, motioning for him to get off. He seemed to understand and rolled onto his side. She didn’t say anything. Instead, she rolled off the bed and gathered her clothes. She put them on as quickly as possible, and dared not look at him. She could feel his eyes fixed on her, though, until he finally broke the silence.

“Where you off too in such a hurry?” he asked in his low voice. There was a hint of amusement in his tone. He got off the bed and walked to her.

“I have to go,” she didn’t say more. Her voice was small, like she didn’t want to be heard. She glanced up at him as she strapped on her heels and his expression looked disappointed, almost sad. Once she was finished, she stood and reached for her purse on the bed, but he held her arm before she could. She stared up at him, her expression wide. He couldn’t understand her, couldn’t understand why she was running away from him. She continued to stare at him with wide eyes. Her features became even more serene in her post-coital state. He gripped her chin with one hand and pressed his naked body against hers, and kissed her. It was a kiss full of emotion and need. She kissed him with equal passion. Their tongues clashed as their lips opened and closed. It felt so good to kiss him, but she needed to put a stop to it. She was already so far gone, so infatuated with him. She couldn’t risk it.

“I really have to go,” she said apologetically. Her face looked sad. She placed her hands on his beautiful chest and gently pushed him away. And with that, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the room. He heard the apartment door close with a thud and was overcome with a feeling of emptiness he couldn’t explain.

Marked

“Hit me,” she whispered against his lips. “Mark me.. I want you to punish me,” she teased his lips. She was straddling his lap on the couch and grinded her hips against his aching erection. She moaned when his jeans rubbed against her clit.

“I don’t want to hurt you. What if I start and then I can’t stop?” his eyes were full of lust but also concern. She meant a lot to him; she was precious. He couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.

“I want you to hurt me, don’t you get it?” she explained and toyed with his gorgeous blond hair. “Slap me,” her breath was ragged and her eyes were fixed on his. She could see the hesitation on his face. He had never laid a hand on a woman before and this was crazy. But he wanted to give her what she wanted. He waited a few moments and yanked her by the hair, bringing her face closer to his. Then he slapped her –hard. She gasped and then a smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, hit me again,” she taunted and bit her lip. He back-handed her and she cried out, from both, pleasure and pain. She moaned and ground her hips against his. “You’re holding back. Give it to me,” she demanded and he threw her off his lap.

“You like men hitting you?” he demanded in a rough voice. He looked angry that she would even ask him to do this.

“Yeah, I like being abused –especially by you. You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re angry,” she and spread her legs. His lips parted as he intently watched her hand travel down to her exposed pussy. He groaned as she began to massage her swollen clit.

“Get on your knees,” his voice was low and dangerous; his green eyes twinkled in the light. She obeyed and got on her knees immediately, her bare ass and pussy spread wide open for him. He knelt behind her and slapped her ass without warning –one, two, three times. She cried out his name and moaned; this encouraged him to keep going. He slipped two thick fingers into her wet pussy and fingered her. She moaned and gasped as he slapped her while fingering her. Her ass was red and swollen; her pussy throbbing for him. “Get up,” he smacked her ass one last time, and this time it echoed in the entire apartment. She sobbed at how much it hurt and was shocked at how much she loved it.

She began to get up and waited for his next instructions. He walked closer to her and they were now face-to-face. Both panting. Both radiating arousal and lust in the air. Without warning, he back-handed her again and winced when she cried out in surprise. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good,” she pleaded and reached for him. She knew she sounded depraved, but couldn’t help how turned on she was. He pushed her arms away and yanked her by the hair, dragging her to the couch. When he let go, she fell on the couch from her lack of balance. He tore off his pants and boxers and pulled her hips to the edge of the couch. He entered her hard and they both groaned at how good it felt. He didn’t go slow –he couldn’t. He pounded into her mercilessly and she chanted his name over and over again. He choked her with one hand and they stared into each other’s eyes as he fucked her. The pleasure was unbelievable. He choked her even tighter and she gasped for air. Her orgasm approached quickly, and soon, she entered a new realm of pleasure which surpassed anything she had ever experienced. She arched her back and shook as every muscle in her body engulfed in flames. He let go of her neck as she came and joined her in an explosive climax.

In the morning, she walked to the mirror and smiled as she saw the bruises and marks on her body. Her lip was swollen, the side of her face was red, and bruises covered her arms and thighs. She liked being marked.

Take Me

He came into her apartment and walked to her room. He saw her sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pink lace thong and matching stringy bra. He grew hard at the sight. She lay on her back with her arms above her head and legs spread across the mattress. She turned her head to him and their eyes locked. Their was so much heat in the room, so much arousal, it radiated in the air. He walked to her bed with a deadly look in his eyes. His cock bulged from his pants and she moaned at the sight.

“Take me, I’m yours. You can do whatever you want to me,” she said huskily and spread her legs for him. He climbed on top of her and the rough fabric of his clothes rubbed against her practically naked body.

“You want me to use you like a little whore?” he asked her, his lips brushing against hers, teasing. Taunting. His hot breath drove her mad and her pussy ached for him.

“Yes, just take me,” she breathed against him. He got up and removed his clothes.

“Suck me right now,” he ordered with a smirk. She quickly obeyed and rolled off the bed. Once she was on her knees, she wasted no time. She sucked him deep. She twirled her tongue around his head and he yanked on her hair hard enough to make her head snap back. “Yes, good girl. Suck me harder,” he hissed and began to fuck her mouth. He caught her off guard and she had to hold his hips to remain upright. He fucked her mouth hard, pumping his entire length. It became sloppy, dirty, his juices mixed with hers. She loved it. He came with a growl and she cleaned him up thoroughly. “My turn baby,” he said greedily as he buried his face in her luscious breasts. He sucked and nipped at her tender nipples while reaching down to rub her swollen pussy. It was slick and wet and hot, and it was all for him. They shared a passionate kiss and he felt it to his bones. She was so responsive, so willing. He didn’t want to wait. He waited to take her, just like she wanted. “Lay down on the bed and put your legs up to the side,” he instructed and she did as she was told. He joined her on the bed and pulled her by the hips to the edge of the bed. Then, he took both her legs and settled them on his right shoulder. She gave him a sly smile and then moaned as he entered her forcefully.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned and grabbed on to his arm. She needed to touch him, needed him to touch her. “Harder, please,” she cried as he pushed himself deeper. He hit her cervix and she cried out again. He held her legs tightly and began to move faster. The friction was just what they both needed and it felt so damn good. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and groans. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she yelled and arched her back into him. He spread her legs and fell on top of her. He gave her long, hard strokes and she came beneath him. She fell apart and called his name, begging. The pleasure was excruciatingly painful for him and he busted his load in her with an animalistic roar. This woman did all sorts of things to him. She was dangerous.

Unexpected Ache

She had been going around trying to find men to make her forget all about him. She screwed anyone she found remotely attractive and attempted to remove thoughts of him from her mind. She didn’t understand why she felt this way. She was the one who didn’t contact him — not the other way around. He wanted to see her again, “for them to get to know one another beyond sex”, he said. But that was beyond frightening for her. Sex was fine. She was good at sex. She didn’t get attached to the men she fucked –unlike other women she knew. Anything more than fucking, however, would be too damn difficult. She didn’t want to go through all the drama and the unnecessary  anxiety associated with being in a relationship. She would stick to fucking because that was all she knew.

“Dont kiss me. Just fuck me,” she panted beneath the  man she’d picked up at a bar downtown. She pushed his face to the side in an attempt to dodge his kiss. She couldn’t look in his face and burried her face in his damp neck. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of  his cock slamming into her while his hands roamed her body. The man  was good looking; the only reason she even considered him as a prospect. He was well built with a handsome face and a big cock. He continued to pound into her and she could hear the rough sound of his skin smacking against hers. It felt amazing and for the time being, she forgot how empty  she felt. She thought about him as this stranger fucked her and she could feel herself coming hard. She imagined the way he dominated her and worked her to the hilt. As she remembered how it felt when he  drove himself into her, she came with a startled cry and her body trembeled with the aftershocks of the orgasm. The man came with her with a groan and she was happy because this meant he would leave soon. She couldn’t get him off her fast enough and he chuckled when she pushed him off. He rolled to the side and laid there for a few moments still panting.

“You need to leave, I’m sorry,” she tried to sound apologetic but she wasn’t at all sorry. He turned to her, his face clearly surprised at her sudden change in demeanor.

“Alright,” he said in a rough voice  as he got up and began to put on his clothes. Several moments later he made himself scarce silently. She was relieved.

She hurried to the bathroom and stepped in the shower. She scrubbed herself until her skin began to sting. She wanted to get the dirt off herself; wanted to become clean. But even after washing herself five times over and over again, she still felt dirty. She grew lonelier thinking about him and why she couldn’t just be with him. She couldn’t understand why she did this to herself.

Unexpected Surprise

It was him –the man from the other night. She couldn’t believe he was here. She didn’t expect to ever see him again. And yet, there he was in a black suit with a navy dress shirt talking to another equally handsome man. He looked divine tonight. She went in the washroom and took a deep breath. She wondered if it was all just an imagination. But then the door burst open and he came in. He slammed the door behind him and walked right up to her. She was bewildered. What the hell was he doing in here? She opened her mouth to speak but he pushed her against the wall. He had a smoldering look on his face and she was just too shocked to say anything. He broke the silence between them.

“I never thought I’d see you again. And here you are, looking so incredibly beautiful I can’t even think straight,” he said in a low voice. He almost sounded frustrated. His forehead touched hers and she could feel his breathe on her lips. She liked the warmth. He liked how her body molded against his. Then he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Their tongues played with each other. He ran his hands up and down her waist, down to her ass, and then squeezed her breasts. She moaned and he needed her even more. “I need you, right now,” his voice was desperate against her lips. God, she needed him too. She shouldn’t want too. She hadn’t planned to see him. But there was no way she could turn back now. With a small nod of agreement, he quickly hiked up her dress to her waist. She let out a small sigh and couldn’t believe what they were about to do. He pulled down his own pants and briefs and lifted her onto the counter. She spread her legs for him and he settled in between. He entered her without warning and it sent a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. She braced herself with her hands behind her back on the counter. The scene was hot and dirty as hell. They were fucking raw –no condom and she was glad because she could feel every inch of him. He held her tight and began to fuck the shit out of her. He bent  over a little so he could kiss her and devour her exposed breasts and skin. “God, you smell so damn good,” he hissed against her ear and he continued to thrust.

“So do you,” she replied as she met his gaze. They shared several more passionate kisses before she lay on her back on the counter from exhaustion. He fucked her senseless. His thrusts were long and deep and she was so impossibly tight, it was killing him. “Ugh, that feels amazing,” she sighed as he began to rub her swollen and tender clit. She was so close and ready to come and she could tell that he was,too. His handsome face looked strained and begging for release; they both were.

You feel amazing. This is heaven,” he told her as they stared into each other’s eyes until they exploded in orgasm simultaneously.He fisted her hair and kissed her cheek, her forehead, her neck. She clung to him as he carried her down from the counter. They remained in a pleasant embrace that felt surprisingly right. “Seeing you tonight just made my day,” he held her face in his hands and kissed her. His eyes were intense but his expression was sincere. She smiled shyly. She was never shy around men, but his words touched her.  Perhaps seeing him again wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.

Unexpected Desire

She sat in her apartment alone on a Friday night. She was overcome with feelings of loneliness. Emptiness. She wanted to feel anything but those stupid feelings. She was horny and wanted to fuck someone hot. That’s it. No more sitting around. She got up and headed to her closet. She took the skimpiest clothes she could find -a short tight black skirt and a red halter top –and didn’t bother with a bra. After applying some makeup and strappy high heels, she left her apartment and headed for the busiest lounge and bar in the area.

When she arrived, it was ridiculously packed. But she liked being at busy settings because they were a prime location to find and pick up men. She already spotted several good looking guys on her way to the bar. She pulled out a stool and sat down. The bar was busy but she didn’t care. She just needed to get drunk enough to have the courage to approach a guy. She ordered two vodka shots and a Caesar cocktail. She downed the shots immediately and asked for another. After finishing the third, she felt better. Lighter. Warmer. She looked to the man sitting next to her and couldn’t believe her luck. He was gorgeous. Mesmerizing. He took a sip from his whiskey glass and turned his head to her. She froze as he met her gaze.

“Hi,” he nodded with a sexy grin. His hair was dark blond and his eyes were green. His features were delectable and she wanted to straddle his lap on the stool.

“Hi,” she said in a flirtatiously low voice. She was so turned on by his appearance she wanted to moan. He ordered another drink for himself and more shots for her. They drifted into easy conversation and flirted back and fourth. She had shifted her stool closer and she could smell his musky cologne and feel his body heat radiating. It felt as if they were the only ones in the bar –when in reality it was literally filled with people. She didn’t care and neither did he. They shared a small, open-mouthed kiss, which soon became wild as their tongues clashed with one another. She usually didn’t kiss her one-night stands, but he felt right. She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips, “do you want to take this somewhere else?”  He smirked and with that, they got up and left the bar. They headed toward his car parked in the lot and she was surprised to see a bright red Jaguar coup. He opened the car door for her and she stepped inside. Once he sat in his chair, she got up and straddled him. She was done waiting. She needed him and needed to release her tension. He gave her a cocky grin as she quickly opened his belt and freed his cock. It was long and hard and thick. Just what she needed. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, grabbed a condom from her purse and sheathed him.

“You’re very efficient,” he chuckled against her chest. She aimed his cock at her pussy and took him in. They both groaned. Her pussy was on fire and so was his dick. She bounced on him hard and fast, moaning at how good it felt and how much she needed this. He filled her so well, she became whole when she was so empty before. She was close and so was he, and then she rode them both to a satisfying, wild orgasm. As she rested her head on his shoulder for a few moments, he asked the question she dreaded the most. “Will I see you ever again?”