Take Me, Pt. 3

Flashbacks, memories, whatever you wanna call them have gotten this pretty girl cumming for more.

I’m not good at one-night stands and picking up my shoes after a long night of passionate fucking but something in me shifted with this lad. Ever since we left our inhibitions in an elevator, I can’t stop thinking about him, I get flashbacks of the way he sucked me off with my legs tightening his neck, the way he pulled my hair while deep thrusting me from behind, screaming his name, it was rough, it was not romantic (duh, casual sex is not meant to be romantic, silly me.) yet met my expectations for the kind of encounter I was looking for with him.

We are both busy people so the best way to stay in touch is over the phone, he lives 45 minutes away from my place so it didn’t feel like a long-distance fling, now, have you ever had an occasional fling turn you out in ways you never thought were able to? Because in this case, our late-night and early-morning conversations are never-ending phone sex sessions, I look forward to all the kinky shit he talks about, so much lust has filled my brain that now I’m completely distracted from my tasks at work, I can’t stop thinking about how he wants me in all four, completely naked and exposed, flogging my ass, using my holes for his entertainment and the reality of it is that I would let him do that to me, anytime, anyplace, what the hell it has become of my ‘I would never submit to a man’s mentality? This lad is testing each one of my feminist beliefs for sure, my friends would be ashamed of me. 

I can picture myself getting tied up, blindfolded, trying to fight the urge to disobey because my dominant instinct tells me no but it’s so hard not to resist him. His leather pants, somewhat ripped body, and tattoos, his voice is silky, smooth like butter, makes me want to misbehave, he calls me ‘baby girl’, he is soft yet dominant at the same time and I wouldn’t want it any other way, gosh, why I keep thinking about him? Tonight I’m up to no good, fucking hell, I want to leave a mess in my bed.

So I call him, I ask about his day and have a bit of small talk before getting down to business, tonight I don’t want to know about the universe or whatever bullshit he wants to sell to me, I just want him to make me cum and call it a g’night. And so, here it goes…

Her: Listen, tonight I don’t feel like talking about anything serious, I need you to… you know.

Him: Fuck you? That would be great but I got some things going on, maybe you can send me your location and arrange something for tomorrow night.

Her: Damnit, I miss your touch, I need you to touch me, kill me with your lips as you pound me deeply. Pulling my hair, telling me how much of a bad girl I am and how I should take your cock…

Him: Damn, are you playing with your pussy? I wish I were there to guide you but please don’t cum until I say so. 

Her: It’s my fantasy, I can cum if I want to.

Him: Not when that pussy belongs to me, it’s MY pussy, do as I please. 

Her: What are you talking about? I called you to listen to me moaning and screaming your name.

Him: Once you let me slide into that pussy, I claim it and call it mine, baby.

Her: Oh, so you’re one of those possessive lads.

Him: Only in the bedroom, baby girl, I want you to be who you want to be and nothing less.

What started off as a nightly booty call ended up being something more than just wanting him to cum inside me even though, I just feel like sharing the steamy details of that call. There’s something about his silky smooth voice that drives me insane when he tells me what he wants to do to me and I didn’t want this to stop, not even if my toy died, I just wanted to keep going until I wet the bed the same way I did in his.

Her: I want your lips tracing my tattoos as you make your way down to my spot, it’s soaking wet, juicy and tight for you. I want you to give me shivers from the first lick, starting off slow, flicking your tongue on the crease, I can feel the butterflies tickling my stomach and somewhere between my legs, mmm, I like it when you suck me off then lick me all over, just like that.

Him: And? Keep going, baby girl.

Her: The speed of your tongue is faster, I’m already sensitive as hell, I start grinding my hips as I can feel it coming, you tell me not to cum but it’s hard, seeing my body acting out makes your cock hard as a rock, you can’t help but stop eating my pussy at the verge of my orgasm, you put me in all fours, tease me with the tip all over my clit before going in for the kill. 

Him: Holy shit, how I wish I was here with you tonight, fuck.

Her: Your strokes are shallow at first, I can still feel myself cumming at any time, my body is levitating from so much pleasure, you go harder and grab a fistful of my hair, the strokes are a lot more aggressive and I can feel my body collapsing at any time, it’s deliciously violent and rough, slapping my ass back and forth, then you switch positions on me, you want to see me suffer, you know I want to cum but you won’t allow me to, I’m your merciless little fucktoy, it ain’t over til you say it’s over.

Him: I’m so close, baby… you have no idea how I want you with me right now.

Her: We both climax at the same time, I asked you to cum inside me, you knew I needed it, how good it feels when you fill me up and kissed my lips goodnight. 

*phone signal goes in and out this time*

Him: Baby, are you still there?

Her: Oh shit, I’m about to cum, I need you so badly right now, please.

Him: Cum for me, darling, you did a great job.

And so I came, my body is all worn up from this long phone sex session, who knew talking nasty shit over the phone would feel just as good as being in the flesh? Either way, I’m going out of my mind, missing his body and wanting him to be close to me, taking care of my body after a long night of play is important. It won’t be too long until I’ll see his face again, in the meantime, late-night and early-morning phone sex will do the trick.

Take Me, Pt. 2

It’s the morning after, I don’t remember a thing about what went down last night after that spontaneous fuck in the elevator, my body is still on a high and so is him, caressing me, touching my hair, staring at me with lustful eyes, feels like he wants to do it again, as for me, my body feels heavy, exhausted but happy to be next to this beautiful stranger, my mind feels like I’ve had an entire bottle of tequila by myself, drunk in love you may think, heavily mentally fucked up because of how caring yet rough the encounter was but rather be here in the present moment. In his room, lights dim down, the scent of candles ushering a mood, it felt like one of those fantasy dreams a girl has when she is having her sexual awakening, everything is perfect including a guy you just met, had a taste of danger, you know it’s wrong but it feels so right, I don’t mind romanticism in casual encounters but this felt like some next level shit if you ask me, like a love spell, someone manifested and brought me to him.

He greeted me with a peck on my lips, and that little peck became a much more intense, passionate kiss with him taking complete charge of the situation, laying me down on his soaked bed, sheets still wet from going round after round, a bit uncomfortable if you ask me but I didn’t mind, he keeps the talk minimal as he makes his way down to my pussy, worshipping every inch of my naked frame, I’m shivering, whimpering, at a loss for words by the first lick, I could feel a tingle down my spine travelling all around my hips and inner thighs, his lips trace in small kisses all over my creamy thighs, I let out a moan, making my hips grind in a slow pace, he enjoys it so much, the sway of my body becomes enough to switch position, placing my thighs on his shoulders and neck, I sit on his face.

‘Babe, you will be the death of me’ he says, his sucking and licking becoming more aggressive, I shut my eyes so I could feel it all, at this point, I stopped grinding and let him take the lead, no words are left said other than a river of ‘fuck’ ‘more daddy’ ‘yes, just like that’, my body and my brain are overwhelmed by this situation but in a positive way, never had sex that felt so good to the point of crying mid-orgasm, this is the perfect lover I manifested for years and I couldn’t care any less if this is just a one-off thing, I wanted him to love me, to worship me for as long as this encounter lasts, the rush of adrenaline in my body was almost fatal, I could feel my heart beating faster as I feel my climax approaching, at this point, I’m out of my own goddamn body, at a loss describing the way his mouth was working me out, all I could say was just ‘yes daddy, I wanna cum for you’ and shout it from the rooftops. 

And so I came, it was the most powerful orgasm I have ever had in my life, it did not compare to what we did last night, this was an out-of-body experience, that got me seeing God for a minute. After he finished, he whispers ‘You did amazing babygirl’ kissing my cheek. He is off to make breakfast for us, just a cup of tea with honey and his favourite waffles, we had a conversation about everything that went down and face the reality of what just happened.

Her: That was the best orgasm I have ever had in my life, thank you.

Him: Why? Thank you for staying with me. Maybe you can get used to this, waking up in the morning next to me, giving you what you want.

Her: This feels different than anyone else.

Him: Why? Why are you saying this?

Her: After last night, I just don’t want you to be a one-off thing.

Him: Relax, it’s just sex, we both came to have a good time, you don’t have to worry about the feelings involved.

Her: I know, it’s just that I want to see you more often, this is the best sex ever.

Maybe I’m a bit dickmatized or maybe I’m just falling for a lad after giving me the best sex of my life, either way, I had to be honest about everything that went down. He held me tight for a moment, reassuring me this won’t be the last time I’ll see his face, I didn’t want to be seen as ‘needy’ for affection whatsoever, maybe I’m just overthinking what was a bomb-ass casual encounter between two people because I’m overdramatic, I just want to see his face again even if that means having some secrecy to it. 

Him: Relax, you don’t have to overthink everything.

Her: It’s just that…

Him: Shh, whatever happened previously to this, it doesn’t matter, it’s just you and me. 

Then proceeds to kiss me again, taking off whatever t-shirt I had while having breakfast, everything about this morning after the encounter feels more than just pure unadulterated lust, or maybe lust could also feel like a warm embrace, either way, I’m good with this situation being the way it is, surrendering myself to pleasure once again. So much pleasure that it feels like pain or whatever that Depeche Mode record meant, that song kept playing in my head as he fucks my body, my mind and my soul, it feels like I’ve known this lover from another life because he knows my body so well.

Then everything becomes a blur, I don’t remember anything that happened in the last 2 hours of our day other than just feeling my body worn out, and tired. He helps me to get dressed and gives me his number, on the way to waiting for a cab, we end up doing it again downstairs, this time felt more like an ‘I’ll see you again’ kind of fucking, he says goodbye with a kiss on my lips and asks me to text him once I make it home.

Her: I’m finally home, I miss you.

Him: I miss you too, I can’t wait to see you again.

Her: Thank you for the most amazing night and morning of my life, you are something special.

Him: You are sweet, see you again tomorrow?

Her: Sure, I can’t wait to see you.

And I knew from that moment this was more than just sex, who knows, maybe this could be the beginning of something new…

… To be continued.