I Want You, I Need You, I Love You

I Want You, I Need You, I Love You

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica



He had to be Mr Right, didn't he?



He had to be Mr Right, didn't he?

Chapter1 (v.1) - I Want You, I Need You, I Love You

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He had to be Mr Right, didn't he?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 18, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 18, 2015





Christmas, fucking Christmas. I hated this time of year, hence why I am sitting in this bar, getting ever so slightly pissed. My boss had basically forced my hand, to spend Christmas with him and his family. He wouldn’t let me say no.

I had to think of a reason, an excuse not to go. 7 whole days trapped in a large family environment, having parties and festive merriment, was my idea of hell. I glanced around the bar, and spotted a beautiful woman eyeing me up. That was just what I needed.

I nodded to the barman, and he approached.

“What can I get you?”

“A bottle of your most expensive Champaign and 2 glasses please”

He put a bottle of crystal champagne and the glasses on the bar.

“Put it on my room, cheers”

I said, as I picked it up, and headed toward the young woman. I placed a glass in front of her, and filled it.

“You look thirsty; a lady like you should be drinking fine Champagne”

I grinned.

“Oh my god, is that really the best line you could come up with?”

She laughed. I was slightly taken aback. That had never failed.

“If you don’t want it…”

“I never said that”

She smiled, grabbing onto the glass. I pointed to the seat next to her.

“Mind if I sit down?”

“Help yourself it’s a free world”

I sat and poured myself a drink.

“I’m Tyler Woodford, what’s your name?”


“It’s an absolute pleasure Amelia”

She took my offered hand. Her skin was silky soft. I couldn’t help wondering if she was that soft all over. The plan was to find out.

“So Amelia, why are you sitting here alone?”

“I was waiting for someone, but they aren’t coming now”

“You were stood up? That is a shame. How could anybody stand up such a beauty?”

“Seriously, you need to stop with all the cheese, does this crap usually work?”

“Like a charm”

I huffed.

“Well a word to the wise, I’m not your usual bar wall flower. I am not after a boyfriend, or somebody who thinks they can get me in bed, by using a few sleazy chat up lines. I like straight up men, no bullshit”

I raised my eyebrows. This was all new to me. I was so used to women falling at my feet. She wanted straight up; I would give her straight up. I leaned over, so my lips were closer to her ear.

“Fine, I won’t give you any bullshit. I saw you looking at me from across the room, and I thought you were gorgeous. I have had a shit day, and I am leaving town for Christmas tomorrow, tonight I am after a distraction. When I touched your hand, I wondered if the rest of you were as soft as your palm. I have a room, and I really want to find out. So no bullshit, I want to take you to my room, and fuck your brains out. How is that for straight up?”

I saw and heard her swallow hard. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she was trembling.

“Not so tough then”

I chuckled. She scowled at me.

“I never claimed to be tough, but I know a charmer when I see one. Cheap pick-up lines and the smarmy grin, you think you are god’s gift don’t you?”

She stood up, and picked up the bottle with the remaining Champaign in. I watched as she walked away, but she turned back and looked at me.

“Well, I can’t get in your room without your key, are you coming?”

I picked up the glasses, and followed her to the lift. The ride in the elevator was tense. I kept glancing at her, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind. She looked much more nervous than when she was in the bar. We reached my floor, and I led the way this time.

I opened the room door, and let her walk in first. She placed the bottle on the table, and turned to face me. Pulling the tie at the back of her neck, she let her dress fall around her feet. She had a stunning body.

“Just so you know, I am not a slut, I don’t do this often”

“I didn’t think you were”

“In fact, this will be my first time”

“Your first time having a one night stand”

I asked, hoping her reply would be yes.

“My first time fucking somebody”

She grinned.

“I hope that isn’t an issue”

“Yes it’s a fucking issue, how old are you?”

“Old enough”

She smiled, as she started walking toward me. I put my hands up.

“Stop, there is no way I am doing this”

“Why not, you were all for it before”

“Look, Amelia, I just wanted a bit of fun, but I can’t make my fun into your first experience, that just wouldn’t be right”

“Oh aren’t you prince charming”

“Sorry, please get dressed”

Her face dropped.

“You are such an asshole”

She cried, picking up her dress, and running out the door. Fuck, I honestly didn’t need this shit. I just wanted to get laid and relax before descending into Christmas hell. 

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