Manic Sex

Manic Sex Manic Sex

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Submitted: October 26, 2017

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Submitted: October 26, 2017

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At this point I entered into another state. I could feel myself slipping to another level on the spiritual plane. I saw my boyfriend’s car in the driveway and I stomped off to my room, face devoid of emotion. I swung open the door and slammed it behind me. I dropped my backpacks and saw him lying in the bed.

“Hey baby.” He greeted.

I said nothing.

I slipped my shoes off, one after the other. I hastily unbuttoned my pants and ripped them from my long, muscular legs. I wrenched my shirt over my head and cast my baseball cap violently on the ground. White ankle socks still on, I walked with a purpose over to the bed. I said nothing as I climbed on top of him and attacked his face. It had been far too long since we had made passionate love, and I was not taking no for an answer. I had so much energy and tension built up from the pressure my mother was putting on me, but it wasn’t shown on my face. I kept it still.

I began to kiss his neck and ears, and bit his skin where his neck meets his collar. I inched up closer to his ear and bit down hard, swirling my tongue over the bite mark.

“Be careful baby.” He moaned. I remembered the last time I left him a hickey, and my mother lectured me for “exposing her children to crass behavior.” I never understood her. One moment she was telling him he has no need to pull out, the other moment, she scolded me for giving him a small hickey.

“I don’t give a fuck.” I sighed with a sultry smile. I put my face back where it was and continued to suck on his soft flesh. After I was satisfied with the mark, I moved to the other side. With heavy, wet kisses I moved up to his ear. I gently swished the tip of my tongue along the outskirts of his pinna, a trick that drives him wild. After biting and tugging on the top of his ear with my wet teeth, I flicked my tongue in and out of the opening of his ear, listening intently to his heavy breathing and matching mine with his. I moved my lips down, down, down, until I lifted his shirt up and reached his chest, sparsely decorated with curly hair. I let out sensual coos as I kissed myself a trail all the way down to the drawstring of his pants. He shuddered. I moved my face to his, dragging my tongue along his body on the way up.

“Get on the floor.” I said commandingly.

We both scrambled to get to my fuzzy green carpet that protects the unforgiving stone floor beneath. I slammed him down to the ground and straddled him. I could feel him hard underneath his gym shorts and I rocked myself back and forth, rubbing myself with his protrusion. Snatching the hem of his shirt, I yanked him up to a sitting position and clawed the shirt from his back, our mouths connected by our tongues for each passing second. My pony tail was beginning to fall out.

Once again I slammed him back down and I began to pull his shorts off. He wriggled underneath me to get them off but before they were loose from his feet I shoved his manhood down my throat. Gently up and down I glided, holding tight with my lips and flicking my tongue across his shaft. I brought my head up and have his head sweet kisses before running my tongue down all sides of it. I went back down on him and slammed my head down so hard I could feel him punching the back of my throat. I stayed down for a few seconds, slowly moving my head back and forth while performing a ballet with my tongue. His legs began to shake and I could hear his moaning breath, and I smiled with him still in my mouth.

I sprang up and ripped my blue thong from my voluptuous curves. I climbed back on top of him and grabbed him with my right hand, gently feeling my clitoris with his head. His eyes closed, head tilted back, I slipped him inside of me and we synonymously let out a loud moan.

“Shh.” He warned me, biting his lip. I put my hand over his mouth and began to slide up and down. I spied two small hickeys on each side of his neck and I laughed coyly. I quickened my pace, pulling him out of me and thrusting him back in with force. I began to moan loudly and my soft breasts were knocking together inside my pink brassiere. I moved the position of my knees to get deeper, and slowly ground forwards and backwards on him, stimulating my clitoris.

Just when I was about to orgasm, he threw me off of him and ordered me to get on the bed. I climbed up and stood on my knees. “Turn around.” He said brazenly. I turned on my knees to face my headstand and he shoved my head into the pillow. He entered me and instantly hit my G-spot. He began thrusting in and out of me, colliding harder with every stroke. I was screaming into the pillow and he kept filling me with his manhood. I could hear his breath quickening and I knew that he was close. I kept moaning louder and louder, savoring the feeling of him ramming me from behind, until I felt his hot, steamy passion warm my back and land in my hair. Panting, we both collapsed face first on the bed.

We laid in silence for a while, both catching our breaths. I stared at the carpet, eyes blank. I went from manic to depressed in a matter of minutes, and I was exhausted from the emotional change as well as multiple orgasms. He slung his arm around me and buried his face into the pillow. 


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