That sex you'll never have

That sex you'll never have

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

the beginning of a little fantasy. Just a test to see if anyone likes it. Leave comments, I'd love to read the feedback!

Summary

the beginning of a little fantasy. Just a test to see if anyone likes it. Leave comments, I'd love to read the feedback!

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Submitted: April 17, 2012

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Submitted: April 17, 2012

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I splay out across my mattress, wallowing in the satin sheets it wore and their scarlet reflection. Cuddling sweetly against my softest blanket and its warmth- enhanced by the fireplace just feet away, I recap the argument that me and Chris had shared over the phone moments ago. My eyes get lost in the flames that have officially taken up the role of the “white wall” for my memories. Their rhythm rolls in my cycles as I remember the ring of his last jabbing words: “fucking whore”. For some reason he had convinced himself that I wanted to fuck his friend, and when I merely admitted that his friend was attractive, he dug out a trail until the way of return was no longer clear. He had a nag for distorting my meaning and playing on slight tactlessness- which ironically, he often sat crippled by himself. Sighhh....Despite all of the insulting things he had said to me, a spark had irrupted within me, burning fuel of the need for him to fuck my brains out- in a loving sort of way. As my mind cradled that last reflection, my hands followed lead, rediscovering the terrain of my most private areas. I let my fingertips brush the surface of my breast through my sky gray sweater; the backdrop of his eyes- the comparison of which only spreading the itch for his flesh. After a few moments of rubbing between my legs, I decide that drinking a few glasses of wine would help me enjoy the night more, and maybe replenish me from the emotional drainage that had occurred. A bottle of blackberry Tomasello later, my mind and body wander comfortably now. By my will of the strangest surprise, I jump with the abrupt, loud and yet seemingly empty knock on my living room door. I glance around nervously, searching for the clock. 11:11pm, quickly settling down after realizing it would only be Chris- hopefully. I skip to the door, not bothering to slip on a shield for my bare lower body. Laying my ear on the door, I dumbly shout “Who is it?!” Feet shuffle behind the rectangle. “It’s Chris...Who else would it be?” He laughs, confirming my paranoia of sounding idiotic and/or drunk. I let a sigh drag out loudly enough to have him question the amplitude of his welcome, bringing the door along. What awaits my vision is something I have dreamed of on a lonely night. Chris dripping wet from the hard rain that gifted the earth behind him. He wore no jacket, but his red long sleeved shirt and navy jeans that leeched to and wore his muscles well. I see his nipples perked above his crossed arms and grin at his oddly deep gaze. Rain drips steadily from his dark hair, licking the sides of his face, slipping from. His icy greens slowly travel my figure, lingering shortly on my small waist and wide hips, they quickly rip toward my deep browns. “Huh..” He breathes. “Can I come in?” Something in his voice- in his demeanor, was off, but it rather intrigued more than alarmed me. I feel myself blush. “Yeah, I guess so.” He brushes passed me, dragging his eyes away as if annoyed. I shuffle my feet between us. “What are you doing here...Thought I was --” I am quickly cut off as he slams his hand across my lips and jaw, shoving me into the wall behind me. Holding me there silently, I fight his grip with both hands, and he simply pulls me forward to slam me hard again, frightening me into submission. As if examining my features, his eyes circle my face quizzically. “You’re so beautiful.” He steps in close, resting his cold wet body on mine, stealing my warmth. He drags his face across mine, sucking in a quick wisp of air, then sniffing me- again quizzically. Freeing my face, stepping back he jeers, “Have you”(pokes my nose hard) “been drinking?” He laughs shortly. I massage my jaw- he had a pretty firm grip, and blink- postponing the burning in my eyes that threatened to erupt. “What the heelll is yo-er problem youu fucking..dick!?”. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “Ew. You are drunk, aren’t you? Well, that makes throwing you down and fucking you with my fat cock a lot easier.” His eyes flash cold and serious, and my heart leaps in my chest. He thought he was just gonna fuck me after hurting me like that? “Fuck you.” I turn, heading for the bathroom with the cause to check my face for marks; but am yanked backward by the hair and thrown over one of his muscular shoulders. While carrying me into the bedroom, his fingers shove their way into my slit stretching me open. I yelp in surprise and punch at his lower back, for which I earn several painful spankings. “Put me down!” He chuckles, “Alright.” I am dropped heavily on the bed and pulled until Chris’s pelvis brushes between my thighs, and he exhales deeply, ripping off his shirt and pulling his large swollen cock out of his pants. He rubs my slit with his throbbing head, then turns me over pulling my ass up into doggy, pokes my asshole several times. My insides jump with excitement. I moan deeply, now entirely too turned on. “Ah, you like that don’t you, you little slut? Your such a dirty girl.” Grabbing my neck tightly, he yanks me up and forces me onto the floor on my knees. My sweater is then peeled from my torso, and wrapped around my neck like a scarf. He uses it as a harness, after slipping his cock passed my lips and into my cheek, forcing me to suck and gag. He pumps into me forcefully, shoving my mouth down onto the base of his shaft, he holds me there with short slow pumps, depriving me of air. “Mmmhmm. Ahh yeeah, that’s a good girl, swallow that cock.” I am finally allowed to breathe and do so greedily, tears streaming down my face, spit on my chin. He peers down almost sympathetically, wiping the wet away. With a fat bottom lip he mocks, "Ahw. You can't do anything, can you? What are you gonna do when I shove my dick in your tight little asshole?" He pauses as if waiting for an answer, and he was. "I asked you a question." My head is yanked to the side by my hair, and with it a small moan of displeasure. "Fuck you asshole." His eyes widen at my retort, excitment swirling, washing away and distorting their light. I watch the tip of his tongue flick the corner of his mouth, knowing then that he had a new idea. Before I realize it, a strong hand yanks me up and then pushes me onto the bed, by my forearm. Lying on my back I kick, trying to thwart his mounting, but each attemp is futile to his strength. He easily shoves aside my legs, slipping between them, and pins my hands above me with just one of his own. Slipping the other down between my thighs, he rubs my clit softly while trailing his mouth down my face, neck and collar bone. Each breath is quick, shallow, and hot and I shiver at his predatory gaze, which does not leave my own- I nearly flinch. The next thing i know, he has turned around on top of me- a 69, poking my lips with his rod, as he barries his own in my groin. When I refuse to open my mouth, he removes a hand from my thigh, smacking my cheek. "Open." He smacks harder and I comply, freeing the way for him to slide in and choke me. While fucking my mouth deeply and maliciously, I also feel my slit being stretched and probed roughly by as many fingers as he wills, which was currently two. He makes a slight hooking gesture inside of me and instead of an in and out motion, he pushes up and down, hitting my g-spot. I wimper lightly behind his cock, which excites his movements more, he then takes long swift strides into and out of my mouth. "fuck yeahh." He grunts animalistically, growling softly. I am suddenly dismounted and pulled up against his chest. He holds me tightly kissing passionately, along with a rubbing of my asshole now wet from my soaking cunt. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." At that my insides melt, and I feel a warm gush between my legs. "Please." I am sure that I've excited him by the growl that rips from his throat, with which my insides quiver. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me swiftly onto his lap. My asshole slaps his balls and we both groan deeply, unexpectedly. "Mmmff" Arching my back I reach behind me, scooping his sack and massaging gently. The depth of his breathing pleases and encourages me to sway my hips, like the earth twisting on her axis. By the strength of his grip on my hips, I am empowered- we move as one and we move well. His thick shaft glides between my legs, his skin licking my clit and both holes, making a wet mess of the sheets beneathe us. His hands slide the length up my body, stroking my face admiringly, desiringly. I let my head tilt back so that I might feel those strong hands about my neck, and the cue is taken. I can sense in every form the heat, the pure sexual energy pouring from his body- we rock in a cloud of red burning passion that I feel might consume me forever. I need to taste him, I have to. My hand brings his lips to mine, leading with a thick lock of hair now trapped between my fingers. Our tongues play smoothly with one another, natural but intense enough that we both manage to moan into eachothers mouths- which feels so damn good I almost laugh. There is a sudden jolt where I am ripped from my pleasure, by my hair and held so that I must look my love, my villian, my fantasy in the eye. " I'm gonna fuck you.." a pause as his eyes drift down, lingering on my pussy, they spring back up- beaming. "Oh yeah your so getting fucked." Funnily,- because I didn't expect to- I moan (turned on), which makes him chuckle shortly before slamming me down onto my side. I now lay in a spooning position with my top leg laying slightly above the other if you were to look down on me. From a kneeling poistion infront of my exposed possessions, Chris reaches over for fattest pillow with whichhe stuffs under my ass so that my holes are propped up nicely. 2 seconds later and he has shoved his fat cock halfway inside of me- not bothering to ease it in, igniting my flesh with white hot pleasure. He stretches me gently as I am too turned on for pain, and I suck down his manhood like a feverish junky. My eyes accidentally roll in my head and I don't give a fuck, I am in bliss. His head tilts back in what I image to be the same slice of heaven and he barrels into me as if he's been waiting to do this all his life. Long, swaying thrust slam me and are slowed only at the end by the suck from the mouth of my drooling pussy. "oh my oh my om omah!" is all i manage to say and with out intention. Chris does a better job. "you like me fucking that tight pussy?!" He growls with a voice I barely recognize. Such a motherfucking turn on. "fuck yes, don't you ever fucking stop!" And then he does stop, and I almost whimper. "No please don't stop, don't stop." He grabs the back of my neck pulling me toward his dick. "Suck your pussy juice off." I don't know why he asked because he goes ahead and shoves it down my throat. I suck gently and intently, doing a good job at arousing his moans. " Ah that's a good girl, slobber all over my cock." Then comes my turn , laying on my back, ass propped from the pillow. He slides his tongue slowy, lightly around the base of my clit not touching the middle, while wiggling a wet thumb in my ass. He sucks on both holes, probing both with fingers and licking the alphabet on my pink button until I practically beg him to let me cum. My back arches involuntarily and I prepare myself for the eruption. "You wanna cum don't you, huh?" At the last possible second he stops, abandoning the fourplay to instead flip me over into a downward facing doggy, propped again over the pillow. I shiver from the pressure building inside of me, ready to explode. He grabs my ass hard and powers into me like never before. His massive cock pumps in and out of me from a slight angle that makes all the difference. My insides begin to tighten, choking his member with pleasure- he moans loudly. A white light cloaks my vision and for a second all I hear is his pelvis slapping my ass. But a moment later and the shrieking moan that took that long to build tunes out anything else, and my insides explode with pleasure. The hot pulsing of my tissues slow as I feel one last burst that is not my own. The sensation is the conclusion of a perfect procedure and I am healed, happy an whole.


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