I watch her sleep, her mouth slightly open and her hair damp from the quick bath we had before. A breath of fresh air, that's what she is. Is awful that I am comparing her with all my other sex partners, but I can't help it. All I have to say is that it was good. So good.
She felt so fucking good.
She has had me working and wondering if it was only me, and now, she's here, sleeping soundly on my bed. Just watching her next to me makes me want to pound my chest like a savage and scream 'mine' at the top of my lungs.
Next time I have to remind myself to go slower. Not only did I claim her little body, but I took out all those years filled with lust and want, where the main character of my fantasies was her when I imagined myself with her and not those other women.
I had the real thing under me awoken something inside of me. I just wanted to see Dolore's face, listen to my name on her lips, bathing on her shiv
I watch her sleep, her mouth slightly open and her hair damp from the quick bath we had before. A breath of fresh air, that's what she is. Is awful that I am comparing her with all my other sex partners, but I can't help it. All I have to say is that it was good. So good.She felt so fucking good.She has had me working and wondering if it was only me, and now, she's here, sleeping soundly on my bed. Just watching her next to me makes me want to pound my chest like a savage and scream 'mine' at the top of my lungs.Next time I have to remind myself to go slower. Not only did I claim her little body, but I took out all those years filled with lust and want, where the main character of my fantasies was her when I imagined myself with her and not those other women.I had the real thing under me awoken something inside of me. I just wanted to see Dolore's face, listen to my name on her lips, bathing on her shiv
We have separate rooms. It surprised me when he simply opened the door and said it but when he continued walking inside and showed me the door that lead to his. I watched the little light of hope disappear in the distance. Is like back in time when the husband and wife slept in separate rooms but the husband would slide into the wife's bedroom, get his fill while she laid horizontal and without any protest. Weren't women supposed to have this inner voice telling them when something was wrong? Mine should have been ringing since the very moment I saw him again on that train. I shouldn't have called him, I shouldn't have kept his damn card. I'm just a body. I am just a flesh doll to him. I am waiting. In the darkness, I'm ready for it to be done, for hours I have been waiting for him to come to me and get it done with. I can see the beam of light from under the door, his door. I can hear him pacing back and forth, I wat
“Tell me about your first time?” Somehow, I knew this question was coming. I knew that he was resentful, I knew he hated Beck and I know that every man wishes that he was the first lover. Well, at least some do. He has hinted at it a few times and every single time I dreaded that he’d dropped the bomb. Trying to find the right words for it was going to be difficult. “It was ok.” “Just ok?” “Yeah…I mean it hurt a lot but he was extra patient.” A brick building was pushing through my vagina, that’s what I felt like, it didn’t matter how slow he went or how much he tried to soothe it with sweet words and soft kisses. It hurt. “I almost made him pull out but he assured me everything was going good and that the pain was going to stop.” He’s not looking at me, not directly, his eyes are down to the invisible patterns his index finger keeps tracing over my ribcage. After a night of loving we cuddled and talked about anything but sex until his
HE LOVES ME? “When?” I was almost screaming now. “Don’t you play with me.” Again, with the laughing. I slapped his shoulder and that got him even more amused. There he was all naked, laughing his heart out while holding his belly. His face turned red while I sat there waiting for it to stop. This was serious he was just goofing around, which was why I didn’t stop when he called after me when I jumped off and out of the bed and locked me in the bathroom. I wanted to know and a little drama would calm him down, so I took my time to take the longest shower in his big and modern one. The top one felt like warmed-up rain falling from the skies while the rest massaged my back, thighs, and chest. It was wonderful. By the time I jumped walked out my fingers were pruning and the bath was steamy and full of the cloudberry scent. I know had my little spot above the
There’s nothing about wanting to live freely. There’s nothing wrong with shutting the world, to forget everything, and just live. That’s what my life was, barely worries at all. I was lucky that I got two hard-working parents that gave me everything I needed or wanted. I was lucky I got a good childhood. I never worried about the little things. Life was simpler back then. No work, no school money, not worrying about my future. I didn’t know my priorities or even know which college I had to apply to. No one told me I had to stop being a child one day and suddenly become an adult. And yet here I am running towards another part-time job, to keep my tuition, my rent, and food money. I’m busting my ass at nineteen to keep my life afloat. I’m the child of both retired parents that can’t afford to play college with their only daughter, so now I have to fend for myself. I have to work and study at the same time hoping I can someday pay back my student loan, with a minimum wa
I signed the next day and moved in a week later. Laid down on my bed with my phone to my ear, telling everything to my mom. It thrilled her I'd found this job, but most of all, she was happy I could afford college and have sufficient time to concentrate on my studies. "How's dad?" "You know how he is. He doesn't like retirement but is getting the idea." "Will visit next weekend," I promised and hanged up. Left most of my stuff back in the apartment. I paid for a taxi to bring my plastic boxes stock of clothes, a box of books, a suitcase, and my backpack full of toiletries. I required little. I would not spend a lot of space. I would focus on taking more credits this upcoming semester now that I had more than enough time in my hands.
"So he let you into his private office?" "And gave me a computer to use." Her eyes expanded; they looked like mine for a small moment. I envied how exotic she looked, nothing like my pale complexion and regular straight frame. She was voluptuous where I was similar to a wall. "Was he as hot as he looks on here?" She had been staring at his pictures as we walked side by side. "Worse. I could hardly breathe," I fanned myself, exaggerating the impact. No, I felt short, even expressing how I first felt as my eyes fell on him. She made me tell her a second time, each word we exchanged, even the ones inside my head. "You're so damn lucky. I hate you." I was shoved to the side as her she puffed her cheeks. I knew she was playing, but I would be a little jealous of my best friend had the opportunity I was having. Living rent-less in a beautiful two-story mansion, a hell of a paycheck, and the hot boss. A very hot boss. "I just used it once. I bought m
I resolved to take a taxi. I woke up three hours later; the party had simmered down, a few bodies laid on the couch, and there were empty cups, bottles, and garbage all over the floor. Locking the door behind me, I walked down slowly. I rested my head on the door and fought with all my force to not fall asleep again. I hugged my bag pack to my chest and looped an arm around the duffel bag. "We're here miss." My eyes snapped open. I looked around me, confused. The driver looked at me, annoyed, even scrunched up his nose. Maybe because I stink off recreation all around me. I handed the cab fare and crawled out the door, and balanced myself all the way to the gate. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure one which number was which. I finally got it top open on the second try and started walking down the long path towards the house. I would have loved the view any other day, but today I was barely able to stay vertical. Both bags threatened to throw me to the floor.