Dark Alley: Erotic Story
Copyright © 2024 Miriam Lenz
All rights reserved
DARK ALLEY
Tonight, my dirtiest fantasy is about to come true. In no less a place than a secluded alley in the shadowy embrace of the city.
Together with my boyfriend Maurice, who shares my passion for erotic adventures, I have made a sign. It reads: "Fuck a hot chick for 1$. But only with a rubber. Pay in coins." Underneath is an arrow pointing in my direction.
Of course, the amount is not nearly as much as the sex with me would be worth. It's more of a symbolic gesture to reinforce my feeling of being cheap. A slut who lets a stranger defile my sanctuary for a few pennies.
My outfit is designed to seduce; it's an elegant top in deep black that cleverly accentuates my shoulders. Made from a silky fabric that softly shimmers in the light, it features subtle lace accents. Seamlessly, it transitions into an equally black mini skirt that clings to my hips. With my appearance, I would probably fit more into the executive office of a prestigious bank than this eerie spot…but that's what I want.
The area we are walking into is not very crowded. My high heels quietly clack on the cobblestone, elongating my legs, which are enveloped in sexy stockings. I feel desirable and vulnerable - the perfect ingredients for this escapade.
"Remember, don't be too picky," I say as we reach the alley we had scouted before.
"No homeless or junkies, otherwise anyone goes," Maurice recalls my condition. "And you really want to do this?"
"I'm fucking nervous," I admit. "But let's go through with it. We're already here."
"If anything happens, just scream, okay?"
"I will. Unless my mouth is being covered."
Maurice gives me a warning look. "Don't say things like that."
I poke him in the side. "Just kidding."
"Don't tempt fate."
"It'll be fine."
Maurice looks into my eyes for a long moment, as if he wants to preserve my innocent appearance, which may never be the same after tonight. Then he gives me one last kiss, full of passion and concern.
Although he's not the one getting laid, his excitement is probably just as high as mine. Because he has no idea if he's making the biggest mistake of his life by leaving me with some maniac. But we have to go through with it.
We part ways. I wave at him one last time, smile, then I head off.
I walk into the alley, which seems like a relic from another time, narrow and nestled between tall, age-bowed buildings. The faint light from the sparsely distributed street lamps struggles to pierce the darkness. I walk about twenty meters before reaching the end. The oppressive silence is only interrupted by the distant noise of city traffic - and the occasional drop of water falling from leaking gutters.
As I feel the wall in front of me, my heart races like a hummingbird in my chest. I feel the rough texture of the bricks under my fingers...they are cold and hard, just like the sex waiting for me. Yet, this lifeless wall is my only real support when I'm taken from behind. I can't rely on the thin heels of my shoes; they seem more fragile than ever.
I give myself a few last spritzes of perfume on my neck before I put the bottle back in my purse. Then I widen my stance and lean against the wall. I won't turn around until the act is done.
As I stand there, I wonder who will take up the offer first. A businessman looking for relaxation after a long day? A young playboy in search of a thrill? I have no idea, and I might never find out.
With every second that passes, the mix of excitement and fear makes me a little crazier. This moment feels surreal, so much more intense than in my wildest fantasies. Because this isn't a dream, this is real.
Pling…Pling…Pling Pling.
Behind me, coins clink, thrown into the provided can. They must be four quarters, if Maurice hasn't allowed for negotiation. The first **** has bitten, and it's about to begin.
The light of a flashlight flickers briefly, then I hear footsteps slowly approaching me.
All this time I thought my nervousness couldn't be greater, but now the adrenaline is almost paralyzing me. And my mind starts to race.
Will this guy be gentle, or rough and boisterous? Will we have a conversation or not exchange a word? I don't know. Either way, I'm not going to be the one to initiate small talk. I'm here to be used - no more, no less.
The footsteps get louder and louder...until the stranger stops about a meter behind me. I feel his presence at my back and his burning gaze on my buttocks.
Nothing happens for a few seconds, except that I feel like I'm being insistently scrutinized. Then my bottom is touched. My breath catches in my throat as the hands feel my curves. I lean even more firmly against the cold wall and try to come to terms with the small shock.
All the times I've had my ass grabbed in discos come to mind. Somehow this is similar…only it's going to go a lot further. It's like one of these perverts has suddenly been given a free pass.
It takes a few seconds for that invasive feeling to go away, but then the ******* sparks an animalistic desire in me that I didn't even know could exist.
The strangers' fingers dip under the hem of my miniskirt to familiarize themselves with my bare skin. I brace myself to be groped on my pussy...but then the hands slide up my sides until they claw my breasts. My flesh is kneaded with a possessive hunger, while his pelvis presses against my bottom. I can feel a boner that is already quite big and hard.
My head desperately tries to imagine a face to go with the touches, but it doesn't want to succeed. There are too few clues to suggest who the unknown man might be.
Now he seems to be in a bit more of a hurry. My hands withdraw from my bust, a belt is undone, a zipper is lowered. The next moment I hear a crackling sound, most likely the sound of a condom wrapper being opened.
A soft rubber snap echoes through the alley after the stranger has rolled the condom down his shaft. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. Now the time has come.
The guy positions his cock against my labia, slides up and down a little until his glans has found my entrance. Then he starts to push forward.
Due to my excitement, I'm not too wet and the stranger hasn't used any spit to make the condom more slippery. That's why my inner walls are really taut at first when he forces himself inside me. But I don't have a problem with that, I even like it when things get a bit more rough.
The cock is long and thick, and when it comes into contact with my womb, it pinches briefly...but I'll survive that, too.
The stranger slides out, back in, out.
By the third time he sinks into me, my vagina is already a little moist and things are getting smoother.
While the guy penetrates me, making almost snake-like movements with his hips, he lights a cigarette.
He seems to be a bon vivant in every respect.
By the time the smoke drifts past me and rises gently into my nose, my nervousness subsides a little. The guy seems to be all right. And this newfound confidence allows me to enjoy sex even more. My muscles loosen up, allowing him to penetrate me deeper.
I close my eyes and surrender to the leisurely rhythm. As I stand there moaning softly, the most contradictory thoughts come to mind.
Thank you, Maurice, for making this possible. I love you. How can you allow a stranger to do such beautiful things with me? These things should be reserved for our relationship...
After Mr. Unknown has smoked his cigarette and flicked it aside, I feel his firm grip on my hips. The thrusts become faster and more demanding, as if he is gradually approaching his climax. I stick my bottom out to withstand it.
At this moment, I feel truly free. The insecurities and concerns that have plagued me for so long have disappeared. Now there's just raw lust…and a mysterious connection to a person I'll probably never know who they are.
Now he really puts his foot down. As he fucks me, his balls slap relentlessly against my clitoris. Each time a sweet impulse runs through me. The word dead end takes on a whole new meaning.
I notice how his body tenses up. The man's breathing gets faster and faster until a deep grumble leaves his throat. He begins to ejaculate into the tightness of the rubber and I can clearly feel every contraction of his glans.
Even though it wasn't quite enough for me to reach a climax, the serotonin flows through me. It's simply wonderful when a cock pours inside me. Even if it's not Maurice's.
After the stranger has squirted all his semen, he rests inside me for a short time to fully enjoy this intimate moment. Then he pulls out of me and gives me a kiss on the shoulder. A quiet "thank you" leaves his lips before he pulls up his pants and leaves the alley.
It feels like this guy really needed it. But perhaps I'm just projecting my own desires onto him...who can really say for sure.
Before I can fully catch my breath and process what has just happened, there's the sound of Pling, Pling, and the next coins clink into the can. Another customer has appeared, not wanting to miss out on this bargain, me. This time, it should be two half dollars, if Maurice hasn't allowed for negotiation.
I could have used a little breather, courtesy of my favorite. But maybe it's not so bad that things are happening one after another - it keeps me warmed up, and my fears have little time to resurge within me.
Footsteps approach. It's this moment of first encounter that causes the biggest thrill. Because it feels like all options are on the table. It could be the start of something extraordinarily satisfying, but it seems just as plausible to suddenly feel the blade of a knife at my throat. My only lifeline is my trust in Maurice and that he has made the right choice in his selection.
The second customer stops behind me. Shortly afterwards, the light of a cell phone lamp hits me at the level of my bottom. Is this guy taking a close look at my pussy? For what purpose? To explore the paradise he's about to stick his cock in? Or to take a few pictures as souvenirs?
The thought makes my blood boil. That would be extremely forbidden, after all, he didn't get my permission. But a bitch wouldn't protest, so my mouth remains sealed.
After a few seconds, the light goes out again. Then I feel two fingers at my entrance. They linger there for a moment before pushing themselves into me a little roughly. However, as I am now extremely wet, they slide smoothly up inside me.
The nails seem to be trimmed and the pussy massage I get is not bad either. This could be really good if it continues like this. When a thumb joins my butt hole, I even have to bite my lower lip. He's not going to...?
Apparently he is.
After circling cheekily around my back door a few times, he sinks into it. Tingling goose bumps spread across the back of my neck. Outrageous! The guy's just lucky that I'm really into it.
He pampers both my openings for a while with expert skill, then he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them audibly into his mouth. It turns me the hell on that he's not afraid of my bodily juices. I just hope his thumb isn't involved.
The zipper is pulled down, his member released into freedom. He slaps it against my buttocks a few times before letting it move to the center. Now the glans slides back and forth between my two entrances.
There's definitely no rubber on it.
The realization should send me into turmoil, but somehow it doesn't. Maybe because a part of me secretly longs for the guy to simply ignore the note on the sign. That he would take me as I am, unprotected, on the spot.
But what am I supposed to tell Maurice later when he comes to me and finds a cum-smeared pussy? That the condom has broken?
Rather not.
The glans strokes so slowly and teasingly up and down between my labia that my desire for penetration is stoked more and more. Maybe the guy is waiting for something like tacit permission? For me to thrust my pelvis towards him before he sinks himself inside me?
Man!
I can't do anything, Maurice would kill me. But if this guy did it against my will, I suppose I couldn't be blamed...
A frustrated whimper escapes my lips as the moral battle plays itself out inside me. Every second that passes is like sensual torture. And my resistance gradually threatens to break.
The foreign hand finds its way back to my butthole, this time the tip of the index finger docks there. It pushes in a little, then pulls out again.
The game continues until my body starts to make itself independent. My pelvis wants to follow the finger...but the pulsating glans also slides into me.
Oops.
As the cock slides all the way into my pussy, it feels like the greatest release ever. The emotions from the complete fusion are so overwhelming that it's almost enough for a climax.
Goosebumps spread from the back of my neck all over my back. It is not only due to the allure of the forbidden, but also to the emotional fuck that is unfolding. A lustful growl leaves my throat as I'm being fucked.
I notice how much the guy desires me, how much he enjoys the feeling of my tight pussy. It probably gives him just as much of a kick, this slut offering herself so sloppily in an alley for him to fuck without a rubber. While the boyfriend stands a few meters away, unsuspecting, gullible.
I'd bet my whole two dollars that the stranger wants to cum inside me. That he thinks the idea of pumping his sperm into me and leaving me dripping is super hot. And then making a run for it before there's any trouble.
The prospect that this could really happen drives me towards my own orgasm at breakneck speed. The pressure builds up exponentially inside me.
I squint my eyes, it's about to happen to me.
My inner walls contract.
The tips of my toes are tingling.
My calves cramp...
Fuck, I think the guy's coming too. Right now, together with me!
When I feel the cock actually start to twitch inside me, it's finally over for me. A scream escapes me and I immediately press my hand to my mouth to stifle the sounds.
The stranger pumps his cum into me, one hot fountain after another. And every pulsation of his member feels delicious.
I can see my own pussy filling up with his pearly white seed with every thrust. It's so hot, one wave of pleasure after another crashing down on me. And the prohibition of this intoxication, that I should never experience all these feelings, only fuels my ecstasy even more.
It is an incomparable high that seems to have no end. I don't need seventh heaven, because I've just found it.
When the guy has squirted every last drop into me, he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulls me close and starts to cover my neck with kisses. I am so melting away...until suddenly the smell of a familiar aftershave hits my nose. It's exactly the same as Maurice's.
Wait a minute.
Is this guy Maurice?
These caresses suddenly feel totally familiar.
I open my eyes and risk a glance over my shoulder.
It's him.
Holy shit!
His lips find my cheek, then my mouth. I turn around, cling to his neck and sink into an intimate make-out session with him. Meanwhile, his cum leaks out of me, down my legs and onto the floor. It's a super amount; probably the biggest load he's ever released into me.
The feeling is pretty disgusting, but the relief I'm feeling right now eclipses everything else. I'm so glad it's him and that I've come out of this stupid action in one piece.
When we break away after our intimate kisses and look at each other breathlessly in the darkness, there's a curious twinkle in his eyes. "Tell me, baby. When did you actually realize it was me?"
"Um... :-)"
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DARK ALLEY
Tonight, my dirtiest fantasy is about to come true. In no less a place than a secluded alley in the shadowy embrace of the city.
Together with my boyfriend Maurice, who shares my passion for erotic adventures, I have made a sign. It reads: "Fuck a hot chick for 1$. But only with a rubber. Pay in coins." Underneath is an arrow pointing in my direction.
Of course, the amount is not nearly as much as the sex with me would be worth. It's more of a symbolic gesture to reinforce my feeling of being cheap. A slut who lets a stranger defile my sanctuary for a few pennies.
My outfit is designed to seduce; it's an elegant top in deep black that cleverly accentuates my shoulders. Made from a silky fabric that softly shimmers in the light, it features subtle lace accents. Seamlessly, it transitions into an equally black mini skirt that clings to my hips. With my appearance, I would probably fit more into the executive office of a prestigious bank than this eerie spot…but that's what I want.
The area we are walking into is not very crowded. My high heels quietly clack on the cobblestone, elongating my legs, which are enveloped in sexy stockings. I feel desirable and vulnerable - the perfect ingredients for this escapade.
"Remember, don't be too picky," I say as we reach the alley we had scouted before.
"No homeless or junkies, otherwise anyone goes," Maurice recalls my condition. "And you really want to do this?"
"I'm fucking nervous," I admit. "But let's go through with it. We're already here."
"If anything happens, just scream, okay?"
"I will. Unless my mouth is being covered."
Maurice gives me a warning look. "Don't say things like that."
I poke him in the side. "Just kidding."
"Don't tempt fate."
"It'll be fine."
Maurice looks into my eyes for a long moment, as if he wants to preserve my innocent appearance, which may never be the same after tonight. Then he gives me one last kiss, full of passion and concern.
Although he's not the one getting laid, his excitement is probably just as high as mine. Because he has no idea if he's making the biggest mistake of his life by leaving me with some maniac. But we have to go through with it.
We part ways. I wave at him one last time, smile, then I head off.
I walk into the alley, which seems like a relic from another time, narrow and nestled between tall, age-bowed buildings. The faint light from the sparsely distributed street lamps struggles to pierce the darkness. I walk about twenty meters before reaching the end. The oppressive silence is only interrupted by the distant noise of city traffic - and the occasional drop of water falling from leaking gutters.
As I feel the wall in front of me, my heart races like a hummingbird in my chest. I feel the rough texture of the bricks under my fingers...they are cold and hard, just like the sex waiting for me. Yet, this lifeless wall is my only real support when I'm taken from behind. I can't rely on the thin heels of my shoes; they seem more fragile than ever.
I give myself a few last spritzes of perfume on my neck before I put the bottle back in my purse. Then I widen my stance and lean against the wall. I won't turn around until the act is done.
As I stand there, I wonder who will take up the offer first. A businessman looking for relaxation after a long day? A young playboy in search of a thrill? I have no idea, and I might never find out.
With every second that passes, the mix of excitement and fear makes me a little crazier. This moment feels surreal, so much more intense than in my wildest fantasies. Because this isn't a dream, this is real.
Pling…Pling…Pling Pling.
Behind me, coins clink, thrown into the provided can. They must be four quarters, if Maurice hasn't allowed for negotiation. The first **** has bitten, and it's about to begin.
The light of a flashlight flickers briefly, then I hear footsteps slowly approaching me.
All this time I thought my nervousness couldn't be greater, but now the adrenaline is almost paralyzing me. And my mind starts to race.
Will this guy be gentle, or rough and boisterous? Will we have a conversation or not exchange a word? I don't know. Either way, I'm not going to be the one to initiate small talk. I'm here to be used - no more, no less.
The footsteps get louder and louder...until the stranger stops about a meter behind me. I feel his presence at my back and his burning gaze on my buttocks.
Nothing happens for a few seconds, except that I feel like I'm being insistently scrutinized. Then my bottom is touched. My breath catches in my throat as the hands feel my curves. I lean even more firmly against the cold wall and try to come to terms with the small shock.
All the times I've had my ass grabbed in discos come to mind. Somehow this is similar…only it's going to go a lot further. It's like one of these perverts has suddenly been given a free pass.
It takes a few seconds for that invasive feeling to go away, but then the ******* sparks an animalistic desire in me that I didn't even know could exist.
The strangers' fingers dip under the hem of my miniskirt to familiarize themselves with my bare skin. I brace myself to be groped on my pussy...but then the hands slide up my sides until they claw my breasts. My flesh is kneaded with a possessive hunger, while his pelvis presses against my bottom. I can feel a boner that is already quite big and hard.
My head desperately tries to imagine a face to go with the touches, but it doesn't want to succeed. There are too few clues to suggest who the unknown man might be.
Now he seems to be in a bit more of a hurry. My hands withdraw from my bust, a belt is undone, a zipper is lowered. The next moment I hear a crackling sound, most likely the sound of a condom wrapper being opened.
A soft rubber snap echoes through the alley after the stranger has rolled the condom down his shaft. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. Now the time has come.
The guy positions his cock against my labia, slides up and down a little until his glans has found my entrance. Then he starts to push forward.
Due to my excitement, I'm not too wet and the stranger hasn't used any spit to make the condom more slippery. That's why my inner walls are really taut at first when he forces himself inside me. But I don't have a problem with that, I even like it when things get a bit more rough.
The cock is long and thick, and when it comes into contact with my womb, it pinches briefly...but I'll survive that, too.
The stranger slides out, back in, out.
By the third time he sinks into me, my vagina is already a little moist and things are getting smoother.
While the guy penetrates me, making almost snake-like movements with his hips, he lights a cigarette.
He seems to be a bon vivant in every respect.
By the time the smoke drifts past me and rises gently into my nose, my nervousness subsides a little. The guy seems to be all right. And this newfound confidence allows me to enjoy sex even more. My muscles loosen up, allowing him to penetrate me deeper.
I close my eyes and surrender to the leisurely rhythm. As I stand there moaning softly, the most contradictory thoughts come to mind.
Thank you, Maurice, for making this possible. I love you. How can you allow a stranger to do such beautiful things with me? These things should be reserved for our relationship...
After Mr. Unknown has smoked his cigarette and flicked it aside, I feel his firm grip on my hips. The thrusts become faster and more demanding, as if he is gradually approaching his climax. I stick my bottom out to withstand it.
At this moment, I feel truly free. The insecurities and concerns that have plagued me for so long have disappeared. Now there's just raw lust…and a mysterious connection to a person I'll probably never know who they are.
Now he really puts his foot down. As he fucks me, his balls slap relentlessly against my clitoris. Each time a sweet impulse runs through me. The word dead end takes on a whole new meaning.
I notice how his body tenses up. The man's breathing gets faster and faster until a deep grumble leaves his throat. He begins to ejaculate into the tightness of the rubber and I can clearly feel every contraction of his glans.
Even though it wasn't quite enough for me to reach a climax, the serotonin flows through me. It's simply wonderful when a cock pours inside me. Even if it's not Maurice's.
After the stranger has squirted all his semen, he rests inside me for a short time to fully enjoy this intimate moment. Then he pulls out of me and gives me a kiss on the shoulder. A quiet "thank you" leaves his lips before he pulls up his pants and leaves the alley.
It feels like this guy really needed it. But perhaps I'm just projecting my own desires onto him...who can really say for sure.
Before I can fully catch my breath and process what has just happened, there's the sound of Pling, Pling, and the next coins clink into the can. Another customer has appeared, not wanting to miss out on this bargain, me. This time, it should be two half dollars, if Maurice hasn't allowed for negotiation.
I could have used a little breather, courtesy of my favorite. But maybe it's not so bad that things are happening one after another - it keeps me warmed up, and my fears have little time to resurge within me.
Footsteps approach. It's this moment of first encounter that causes the biggest thrill. Because it feels like all options are on the table. It could be the start of something extraordinarily satisfying, but it seems just as plausible to suddenly feel the blade of a knife at my throat. My only lifeline is my trust in Maurice and that he has made the right choice in his selection.
The second customer stops behind me. Shortly afterwards, the light of a cell phone lamp hits me at the level of my bottom. Is this guy taking a close look at my pussy? For what purpose? To explore the paradise he's about to stick his cock in? Or to take a few pictures as souvenirs?
The thought makes my blood boil. That would be extremely forbidden, after all, he didn't get my permission. But a bitch wouldn't protest, so my mouth remains sealed.
After a few seconds, the light goes out again. Then I feel two fingers at my entrance. They linger there for a moment before pushing themselves into me a little roughly. However, as I am now extremely wet, they slide smoothly up inside me.
The nails seem to be trimmed and the pussy massage I get is not bad either. This could be really good if it continues like this. When a thumb joins my butt hole, I even have to bite my lower lip. He's not going to...?
Apparently he is.
After circling cheekily around my back door a few times, he sinks into it. Tingling goose bumps spread across the back of my neck. Outrageous! The guy's just lucky that I'm really into it.
He pampers both my openings for a while with expert skill, then he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them audibly into his mouth. It turns me the hell on that he's not afraid of my bodily juices. I just hope his thumb isn't involved.
The zipper is pulled down, his member released into freedom. He slaps it against my buttocks a few times before letting it move to the center. Now the glans slides back and forth between my two entrances.
There's definitely no rubber on it.
The realization should send me into turmoil, but somehow it doesn't. Maybe because a part of me secretly longs for the guy to simply ignore the note on the sign. That he would take me as I am, unprotected, on the spot.
But what am I supposed to tell Maurice later when he comes to me and finds a cum-smeared pussy? That the condom has broken?
Rather not.
The glans strokes so slowly and teasingly up and down between my labia that my desire for penetration is stoked more and more. Maybe the guy is waiting for something like tacit permission? For me to thrust my pelvis towards him before he sinks himself inside me?
Man!
I can't do anything, Maurice would kill me. But if this guy did it against my will, I suppose I couldn't be blamed...
A frustrated whimper escapes my lips as the moral battle plays itself out inside me. Every second that passes is like sensual torture. And my resistance gradually threatens to break.
The foreign hand finds its way back to my butthole, this time the tip of the index finger docks there. It pushes in a little, then pulls out again.
The game continues until my body starts to make itself independent. My pelvis wants to follow the finger...but the pulsating glans also slides into me.
Oops.
As the cock slides all the way into my pussy, it feels like the greatest release ever. The emotions from the complete fusion are so overwhelming that it's almost enough for a climax.
Goosebumps spread from the back of my neck all over my back. It is not only due to the allure of the forbidden, but also to the emotional fuck that is unfolding. A lustful growl leaves my throat as I'm being fucked.
I notice how much the guy desires me, how much he enjoys the feeling of my tight pussy. It probably gives him just as much of a kick, this slut offering herself so sloppily in an alley for him to fuck without a rubber. While the boyfriend stands a few meters away, unsuspecting, gullible.
I'd bet my whole two dollars that the stranger wants to cum inside me. That he thinks the idea of pumping his sperm into me and leaving me dripping is super hot. And then making a run for it before there's any trouble.
The prospect that this could really happen drives me towards my own orgasm at breakneck speed. The pressure builds up exponentially inside me.
I squint my eyes, it's about to happen to me.
My inner walls contract.
The tips of my toes are tingling.
My calves cramp...
Fuck, I think the guy's coming too. Right now, together with me!
When I feel the cock actually start to twitch inside me, it's finally over for me. A scream escapes me and I immediately press my hand to my mouth to stifle the sounds.
The stranger pumps his cum into me, one hot fountain after another. And every pulsation of his member feels delicious.
I can see my own pussy filling up with his pearly white seed with every thrust. It's so hot, one wave of pleasure after another crashing down on me. And the prohibition of this intoxication, that I should never experience all these feelings, only fuels my ecstasy even more.
It is an incomparable high that seems to have no end. I don't need seventh heaven, because I've just found it.
When the guy has squirted every last drop into me, he wraps his arms around me from behind, pulls me close and starts to cover my neck with kisses. I am so melting away...until suddenly the smell of a familiar aftershave hits my nose. It's exactly the same as Maurice's.
Wait a minute.
Is this guy Maurice?
These caresses suddenly feel totally familiar.
I open my eyes and risk a glance over my shoulder.
It's him.
Holy shit!
His lips find my cheek, then my mouth. I turn around, cling to his neck and sink into an intimate make-out session with him. Meanwhile, his cum leaks out of me, down my legs and onto the floor. It's a super amount; probably the biggest load he's ever released into me.
The feeling is pretty disgusting, but the relief I'm feeling right now eclipses everything else. I'm so glad it's him and that I've come out of this stupid action in one piece.
When we break away after our intimate kisses and look at each other breathlessly in the darkness, there's a curious twinkle in his eyes. "Tell me, baby. When did you actually realize it was me?"
"Um... :-)"
8 months ago
