pressing his body next to me. I could feel his hardness.
I spread my legs and slid a hand down my body, slipping into my panties. I touched myself, one hand on my tits, the other between my legs. I moved in slow circles the way he had touched me, the way I’d touched myself when listening to the love making next door. “I’m thinking of your cock and how much I want you inside me,” I said.
“Tell me more,” he whispered, his mouth on my throat.
“I can’t,” I said, “I can’t say it all.” The words were failing me, I could see the pictures but it was so difficult to speak out loud.
“That’s okay, that’s okay, he said, “You’re perfect love, just close your eyes and explore.”
I rubbed my clit in slow circles remembering how he had touched me, I moved faster and harder thinking of him pressed against me wanting his cock inside me I arched my back wishing I could pull him inside, wishing he would fuck me. My fingers squeezing my tits harder and harder. “Touch me,” I said, “Please touch me.” I took his hand and placed it on my tits as I rubbed. “Harder, harder.” My voice growing, he leaned in and whispered.
“I want to hear you moan baby.”
And with that I screamed “Now, now, now,” as he pinched me so hard, I felt a wave of pain and pleasure rock through me and my voice echoed off the walls.
We both slept. And I woke up alone. The clock said 1:00 a.m.
I closed my eyes wondering if the hours in bed with him had been a dream. We hadn’t had sex but we had made love in a way I couldn’t understand. I had never experienced something so erotic, so primal and his penis had never touched my bare skin. In some ways it had felt juvenile, like high school students afraid to take off their clothes, but in some ways it had felt more sexually charged than any of the nights I’d spent with Henry completely naked.
I woke up later that night to noises from the bedroom next door. It was 4:00 a.m. I sat up in bed my heart racing. I had screamed earlier, had Odessa heard me? There was moaning and the murmuring of conversation. I wondered who Odessa had in her bed tonight. Who had she chosen to love from that sea of beautiful people? “With your mouth,” Odessa said, her voice clear and ragged with wanting. “Like that, with your mouth.”
I lay down in bed my legs spread and imagined Theo’s head between my legs. He had touched me in ways I had never been touched and I wanted more next time. I wanted his mouth, his tongue, I wanted him inside me. I didn’t hesitate this time. I touched myself and let myself move with the moans next door and this time I didn’t feel like an outsider. I was one of them. I was learning what made me come too. I felt the rippling as Odessa screamed. I imagined her holding a stranger’s face against her pussy, his tongue inside her like a cock, she pressed against him as they fucked.
I came so hard I bit my lip.
T he next morning the memory of the night with Theo was confusing, sexy, embarrassing, and thrilling in that order. First I wanted to call him up and tell him that I wasn’t the kind of girl who rolled around half naked with men I barely knew. Then I wanted to knock on his door and beg him to make me come again right that very moment, because I was absolutely the kind of girl who rolled around half naked with men I barely knew. This was followed by a sudden fear that I’d been too loud or too something mixed with an adrenaline rush that made me want to replay every delicious moment of our night together slowly, very slowly.
I had so many questions for Theo, so many questions for myself. I wanted to hear his beautiful deep voice assure me that the night we’d spent together had been as transformative for him as it was for me.
But there were rules.
Five nights. Nothing more.
No phones.
Fancy notecards.
And I’d agreed to the rules which meant he would contact me, and I needed a plan for the day. I was a single woman and on my
I spread my legs and slid a hand down my body, slipping into my panties. I touched myself, one hand on my tits, the other between my legs. I moved in slow circles the way he had touched me, the way I’d touched myself when listening to the love making next door. “I’m thinking of your cock and how much I want you inside me,” I said.
“Tell me more,” he whispered, his mouth on my throat.
“I can’t,” I said, “I can’t say it all.” The words were failing me, I could see the pictures but it was so difficult to speak out loud.
“That’s okay, that’s okay, he said, “You’re perfect love, just close your eyes and explore.”
I rubbed my clit in slow circles remembering how he had touched me, I moved faster and harder thinking of him pressed against me wanting his cock inside me I arched my back wishing I could pull him inside, wishing he would fuck me. My fingers squeezing my tits harder and harder. “Touch me,” I said, “Please touch me.” I took his hand and placed it on my tits as I rubbed. “Harder, harder.” My voice growing, he leaned in and whispered.
“I want to hear you moan baby.”
And with that I screamed “Now, now, now,” as he pinched me so hard, I felt a wave of pain and pleasure rock through me and my voice echoed off the walls.
We both slept. And I woke up alone. The clock said 1:00 a.m.
I closed my eyes wondering if the hours in bed with him had been a dream. We hadn’t had sex but we had made love in a way I couldn’t understand. I had never experienced something so erotic, so primal and his penis had never touched my bare skin. In some ways it had felt juvenile, like high school students afraid to take off their clothes, but in some ways it had felt more sexually charged than any of the nights I’d spent with Henry completely naked.
I woke up later that night to noises from the bedroom next door. It was 4:00 a.m. I sat up in bed my heart racing. I had screamed earlier, had Odessa heard me? There was moaning and the murmuring of conversation. I wondered who Odessa had in her bed tonight. Who had she chosen to love from that sea of beautiful people? “With your mouth,” Odessa said, her voice clear and ragged with wanting. “Like that, with your mouth.”
I lay down in bed my legs spread and imagined Theo’s head between my legs. He had touched me in ways I had never been touched and I wanted more next time. I wanted his mouth, his tongue, I wanted him inside me. I didn’t hesitate this time. I touched myself and let myself move with the moans next door and this time I didn’t feel like an outsider. I was one of them. I was learning what made me come too. I felt the rippling as Odessa screamed. I imagined her holding a stranger’s face against her pussy, his tongue inside her like a cock, she pressed against him as they fucked.
I came so hard I bit my lip.
T he next morning the memory of the night with Theo was confusing, sexy, embarrassing, and thrilling in that order. First I wanted to call him up and tell him that I wasn’t the kind of girl who rolled around half naked with men I barely knew. Then I wanted to knock on his door and beg him to make me come again right that very moment, because I was absolutely the kind of girl who rolled around half naked with men I barely knew. This was followed by a sudden fear that I’d been too loud or too something mixed with an adrenaline rush that made me want to replay every delicious moment of our night together slowly, very slowly.
I had so many questions for Theo, so many questions for myself. I wanted to hear his beautiful deep voice assure me that the night we’d spent together had been as transformative for him as it was for me.
But there were rules.
Five nights. Nothing more.
No phones.
Fancy notecards.
And I’d agreed to the rules which meant he would contact me, and I needed a plan for the day. I was a single woman and on my
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