OneĀ 


Life has been too stressful. I try to do little things to blow off the steam but it feels like the pressure is continuing to mount. I have no patience left, no desire to be a responsible grownup, everything is setting me off.
It seems the only time I have to myself is as I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling. I just can’t take it anymore. I was with you last night but, even after a few too many, I pushed aside your advances. I can’t do this to myself again. Yes, it’s selfish and I know how it tears you up inside but I have to protect myself. You called me on it as usual but I don’t think you understand the real problem. You see me as a heartless tease but, the truth is, that little bit of hope you dangle in front of me is enough to send me over the edge. I might do something rash, something I won’t be able to take back and my whole world will come apart. There are too many scenarios that end in disaster.

Like calling a cab and showing up at your door. You look confused but you let me in; By some miracle, you’re home and she isn’t. You open your mouth to speak but I kiss you instead. For once you’re the hesitant one, I’m the aggressor. We stumble through the living room in search of your bed. Your hands, always a bit too rough, tear at my flesh. You bite my lips. Grab my hair and pull. For a guy that feeds me such romantic notions you always send me home with bruises.

Do you think you’re dreaming? Have you built it up too much in your head? I don’t want to disappoint you. We won’t be opening up old wounds tonight. This changes nothing between us, I just need you inside of me. I need to be with someone that idolized me. I’m selfish.

The back of my legs hit your bed frame and you push me on to it. I would expect you to just hike up my skirt and thrust inside of me but you don’t. You take the time to peel off my clothing piece by piece. You run your fingers all over the bare flesh, kissing it as it becomes exposed. You struggle with my bra. You shake with excitement. You adore every single inch of my body before allowing me to undo your pants.

Your cock is so hard it springs out of your zipper with enough force to hurt. I pounce. You’ve been telling me for years that I’m the best blowjob you’ve ever had, is that still true? I use my tongue to make sure every inch is dripping in spit before I shove it down my throat. I work it and gag on it until that lusciously thick saliva is running down my face on to my tits. You deserve at least that much but, honestly, I’m not here for you.

I lay on my back and let you worship my body again. Your fingers make my skin prickle and your tongue makes me shudder. I want to feel you want me. I grab your dick and slide it inside of me. You say you have to picture me to get off with her, now you’ve got the real thing. Don’t waste it. You thrust hard for a few pumps and make me cum hard. When I open my eyes I can see you giving me that look, the feelings rush to the surface. Unacceptable. I quickly manoeuvre into doggy and beg you to fuck me harder. I need you to finish. I’m losing control of the situation.

Your rough hands grab my waist and force my whole body back and forth, it hurts but I keep coming. I can feel your body tense up and I know you’re close too. Thankful, I buck back harder and harder until I feel that telltale shudder and you explode inside of me. The only thing you say is the one thing I feared you would, the one thing I feared you wouldn’t, “I love you”.

I quickly gather my clothes and leave you on the bed, alone and confused. I’ve done it again, I’ve messed it all up. But, this time, at least you got to cum does that mean you’ll forgive me?

Forbidden


I feel my stomach start to flutter as I call him up. Will he be free? Will he want to see me? Years ago he made my blood pump. The anticipation would build for days while I waited until I could sneak away. When the opportunity finally presented itself I would jump. He answers my invitation without hesitation, he never hesitates when it comes to me.

When we arrive at his place we fall in to an easy routine. There is polite conversation about old friends, new flings, work and school. It took years to master the subtle cat and mouse games we play but we’ve managed. Every action is soaking with flirtation but I never make the first real move, that would be too easy.

He slowly erases the tension that’s been building since our last meeting. He coaxes a smile, then a laugh. When he pours me a drink and I let my hand linger just a bit longer than necessity. By the time the second drink is poured we are holding hands and laughing like old friends because, well, because that’s exactly what we are. There is something comforting about sharing time with someone who has known you forever. Someone who has held you up through all of life’s little defeats, who knows you inside and out, who has seen you at your worst but who still cares for you. It’s nice to shed the facade and just be real with someone who doesn’t demand perfection.

We both know that it won’t lead anywhere. We’ve been good at toeing the line for years, getting the thrill without making a move that could jeopardize our friendship. But..what if?

What if this time when he held me close I let him? His heart beating against my chest with a passion I didn’t try to quell. It would be just a peck at first, questioning and insecure but you could sense the passion is there. I can feel his lips push harder on mine as he realizes I’m not pulling away. His hands playing with my hair before slowly beginning to explore the length of my body. We might not be teenagers anymore but there is still that rush in the fear of getting caught. Time is a luxury we do not have, there’s an urgency as his hands tug down my panties. I grab at the zipper on his pants, feeling how hard he is. It’s a powerful feeling to know I’m the cause of his excitement.

I drop to my knees and slowly ease him down my throat. He groans and closes his eyes. I move faster and faster, his cock pounding the back of my throat, my tongue working the head. He can barely control himself and I love it. I bring out the animal in him. He pulls me up and throws me on to the bed. I don’t want to play more games, I’m wet, I’m ready and I just want him inside me. He doesn’t disappoint. I know he likes being on top and I allow him to dominate my body. We work in to a steady rhythm of passion and ecstasy. He brings me to orgasm as I yell to the world my pleasure. He brings out the whore in me. I push him off and get on my hands and knees. He grabs my hair as he fucks me from behind. I cum. Again. Again. Again. Just when I think I can’t take anymore he thrusts deep inside and I feel him explode. It feels so damn good when he fills me up. My legs give out and he holds me as the aftershocks rock my body. I look up at him and smile, I can feel the afterglow, the peace that this is finally happening.

But, we aren’t teenagers anymore. We can control ourselves, at least for the night. Just as long as I don’t have another drink.