Mature readers only, I guess.
The night was still young, calling for anything that her and I desired at the time. Me, all I could think of was how she’d look with her clothes off. I wanted her in the worst way, but those thoughts and desires could’ve been brought about from the few alcoholic beverages I’d consumed during our lengthy conversation.
I didn’t know how intoxicated I was until standing, staggering out of the sports bar, down a dark and misty road that I was unfamiliar with. It could’ve due to the drinks complicating my vision and making the neighborhood look like something out of an old noir film. I didn’t care as much, believing it would all end with me and her in bed: the lady in red.
Silky red dress, slowly falling from her chest and curves. I became jealous of the cloths she wore, as I’d like to feel every inch of her body, perfection standing before me, a drunken sleaze, looking to get his dick wet.
She was way out of my league, and I still couldn’t figure out what I’d done that gained her attention. She approached me, and I first thought she was some form of a sales woman, pulling me into a rehab program of some sorts.I couldn’t believe it, and I knew my buddies at the loading dock wouldn’t either. A perfect ten crawling on top of me, her breast softly gliding up my legs and chest as she looked up at me with seductive eyes.i was hard and ready to do my worst.
I twitched and balled my toes like a woman, ticklish to her licking and sucking my neck. While doing so, she stroked me softly, positioning my erection between her wet lips and under her clit, I inhaled deeply, awaiting the feeling of insertion, but I became distracted by the sting that came from her biting into my neck. She was a kinky little broad.
I placed both hands on her waist to take control of the situation, but my muscles began to stiffen and put me in a somewhat frozen position as she continued to taste the sweat from my neck and chest…
“Why are you telling me this?” You’d ask. “I mean, no man trying to get a girl in bed would ever speak about a previous encounter with another woman.”
That’s the thing, you see, this has to do with you.
Anyways, After twenty minutes or so, the woman began to ride me as I laid stiff in shock and confusion. It wasn’t due to how good the sex was, but from the complications in my body. I felt as if I was in one of those dreams where you’re involved in something and can’t control it.
During this time, I felt a part of her flowing through me. It was a very hot and passionate feeling. I felt as if she was inside of me in some other way, and she we. I felt that passion run through my bloodstream, and after it was all over and with, I found myself laying in her bed, alone. I haven’t seen her since, but I still feel her. She left a part of herself inside of me.
“And what does this have to do with me?” You ask.
Well, I wanted to share that feeling with you. I must first tell you that you will experience pain, but it’s a good pain. You’ll feel yourself drowning into an abyss and becoming reborn with new life. I’ll drain a bit of you only to give you a part of me. This passion, it’ll turn you mad, but you’ll enjoy it.
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