Author's Note: Hello lovers! This is my new erotica story. Sorry it's so short and sorry the sex scene is so short. ButEnjoy. And comment plz
Chapter 1: The way I am
I picked up my black lace panties from the floor. I slipped them up my legs and sighed. I looked in the mirror that was against the wall and saw my ex-boyfriend looking back at me in the image. He was lying naked in the bed. Even though he’s moved on from me, we still had sex on different occasions. I grabbed my bra and placed it on my body and then grabbed my tank top. “You coming back?” Adam asked. I turned to him and leaned against the dresser. “I don’t know. Would you want me to?”
He shrugged and covered himself up with the white sheet. “I don’t think I can keep playing this game with you.”
“What game?” I asked.
“This game where you come over and fuck me and then leave.” He said grabbing a cigarette from the night stand.
“You know why. You don’t want me back. So I really don’t know what you expect.” I said slipping my jean shorts on.
“Maybe if you can keep your panties on….we wouldn’t be going through this.”
“You know what my problem is. It’s hard okay?” I slipped my flip flops on.
“I don’t understand how it’s hard not to have sex. I’ve been trying to understand but I really can’t.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Adam sighed and ran his hand over his face.
“What is it like? When you want to…….” I bit my lip. “It’s like….you have this urge. An urge to just let loose and….”
“Spread your legs?” He asked.
“Fuck you.” I said walking towards the door. He grabbed my arm and made me turn to face him. “I want us to be together again. I want that more than anything. But it’s not going to work if you let every guy in the neighborhood into yourpants. It hurts me. Hell, it kills me when you let that happen.”
“I told you that I can’t control it.” I said.
Adam sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. “Try for me.” He whispered. I breathed out of my nose and nodded. But the sad thing is that me and him both knew that I wasn’t going to try.
He backed away from me and I slipped out of the door. I ran my fingers through my raven black hair as the sun hit my face. I began walking towards my house. My name is Angie Harrison. I’m twenty one years old.
Everywhere I went, people stared. It wasn’t because of my beauty. It wasn’t just because of my skanky clothes. It was because I’ve been around. I will admit to the fact that I’ve been passed around the neighborhood of Pierce Avenue. I’ve blown guys. Let them touch me and kissed me. I couldn’t help it. It may sound like a pathetic excuse but it was truly something I couldn’t control. I’ve always had the urge to…have sex. And it was only because of what happened to me when I was fifth teen years old.
The night of my fifthteenth birthday, I was raped by my step brother. It was the most painful thing that has ever happened to me and it was a memory that I hope I never had to go through again. But since that night, I felt like if my step brother could touch me, then any other guy who wanted to could touch me. And so that’s what happened. I’ve became the high school slut. And I’ve gotten put down and talked about a lot. I have lost all the friends I had. I became nothing but this girl who would spread her legs for just anyone.
But Adam became my boyfriend even though he knew about the ‘status’ I had. And I have repeatedly cheated on him numerous of times. Even with his brother. I have done nothing but tried to stay faithful. I have always wanted to be faithful but I can’t be. And that kills me because I truly love Adam and I know he loves me back.
As I made it to my house, I saw Kenneth leaning against the wall by my front door. He was smoking a cigarette. He blew out the smoke as I walked by him. “What do you want?” I asked as I placed the key in the hole.
“You.” He answered following me into my house. I sighed. Kenneth is Adam’s best friend. Well ex best friend. Me, Kenneth and Adam had gone to school together. I gave Kenneth a blow job while I was still going out with Adam. And Adam and Kenneth were ‘popular’. I wasn’t so Kenneth felt the ‘status’ I had would ruin their popularity. But Adam didn’t care. He stayed with me anyway. Kenneth told Adam to choose between him and me. And Adam chose me. And since then, he and Kenneth have hated each other.
“There is really no point of you being here. I’m not doing anything with you. Especially because of how you humiliated me in high school.” I said. Kenneth shut the door and his blue eyes stayed on mine. He ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and he sighed. “I seriously doubt if what happened in high school is going to stop you from doing what you want to do. We both know that nothing has changed since high school. You’d fuck anything.” He walked until he was standing face to face with me. “It’s going to always be that way, Angie.” He breathed. I glared at him as his arm wrapped around my waist.
“I bet you stay wet 24/7.” He said smiling. I looked away from him down to the floor. His index finger slowly trailed down my lips. “You would really do this to Adam? Try to have sex with me although…”
“You aren’t with him anymore. Am I right?” He asked.
I didn’t meet his eyes. He had me pressed against the wall now. “I’m guessing you just couldn’t keep your legs closed and eventually, he just got sick of being treated like a pile of shit.”
“You need to leave.” I said. He shook his head. “As soon as I unbutton my pants, you won’t be able to resist.” He said.
“Watch me.” I said folding my arms. He smiled and reached down to unbutton his pants. His eyes didn’t leave mine. When his pants were unbuttoned, I felt my pussy getting hot. I whimpered and tried to step away from him. He kept me in place. He smiled and looked at my shorts and then back to me. “We both know what you want.” I finally met his eyes staring into them almost getting high. Against my will, I pulled my shirt over my head ready to cry in the process. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t help it. I had to do this.
He immediately had me bent over the back of the couch. He unbuttoned my shorts from the front and pulled them down. I gasped at how quickly he was moving. My panties were suddenly down to my ankles and my legs were spread. I could hear him pulling down his pants and boxers. He grabbed my hips and he slowly pushed his erect member inside of my pussy. I gasped and my hands gripped the back of the couch. “Does he ever fuck you like this?” He asked in my ear while pushing deep inside of me eliciting a moan from my mouth.
“Answer me.” He whispered. I began panting as he brought my hips back to meet his thrust. “Oh fuck!” I screamed as I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help how good it felt and how I never wanted it to end. My body was getting the attention it wanted so badly. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled it back. His right hand rubbed my clit in circles. I whimpered and almost fell. I could hardly stand because of all the pleasure my body was receiving. “Oh! Oh! Harder.” I begged. He took his hand away from my clit and grabbed onto my hips again and began thrusting harder and faster in me making me cry out. He grunted and kissed my ear as he kept going but I felt myself about to cum. I reached behind and grabbed his hair and moaned. “You’re mine.” He whispered in my ear. He panted hard and let out a low growl as I felt his warm cum fill me. Within seconds after his release, I cried out and fell over the back of the couch. I was panting hard and I closed my eyes. I felt relieved and excitement flooded through my body. Every second of every day, my body yearns to be fucked. And it never calms down. Sex is the only topic in my head when I wake up. It’s all I think about. It’s all I dream about. It’s what I do.