air. It encourages him even more, and while I nurse the hurt of my freshly tanned ass, he slams his dick into me with no damn warning. I let out a gasp, and a moan all at the same time.
I shouldn’t like how rough he is being, but fuck it feels good. With each thrust, he pushes deeper into me. His hands grip my hips tighter and he slams into me harder. I can’t help the moans that fly from my lips. I can’t hold back with him. It all feels to fucking good.
His cock rubs against the tender wall of my tight cunt, and my pussy tightens around his cock. My orgasm slowly takes me over and I yell out in pleasure. I moan out River’s name over and over again as his pace begins to slow.
He pushes his dick into me one last time, seating himself as deep as he can go, and that’s when I feel him release his own orgasm deep within me. I can feel every last hot spurt inside me as my body starts to sag down the wall. His grip on my wrists loosens, and he wraps his arms around my tired body, placing a kiss on the back of my neck. His nose burrows into my wild hair, and I swear for a minute he is sniffing me.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispers into my neck. He gently starts to pull his dick free from my pussy. He starts to back away from me, retreating once again. I should have known this was coming. We went from best friends, to nothing more than fuck buddies. Once the sex is said and done, he just walks away because he can’t stand to be around me. It hurts, but it helps me know that I’m not the only broken person in the world. Maybe it is better off this way.
I reach out for him and grab his hand. He pauses and I pull him close. My back presses against the wall and he rests his forehead against mine. I kiss him. I pour all of my feelings into that single kiss, because he doesn’t realize this is me saying goodbye to him.
“It’s okay, River. I love every moment I share with you,” and it’s honest. I just don’t know if I can deal with the constant emotional breakdown I get when he decides he doesn’t need me once his balls are empty for the night.
I send up a silent prayer, hoping that I can go on and live my life without River by my side, because it’s time I stand on my own two feet.
“Star, you know I appreciate this.” I look around the small two bedroom house my sister rented for me. It’s been almost a full month since Christmas. Since I said goodbye to River and Diesel. I went to my sister and explained my need for some kind of independence and she immediately started looking for someplace I could comfortably call home.
It isn’t anything fancy, the old wallpaper is peeling, and I’m pretty sure I will find lead paint in here someplace. But, I can call it my own for the time being and that’s exactly what I need. I never thought being alone would become so freeing, help me clear my head so much. Apparently it was exactly what I needed.
“If this is what you need, it’s yours Paisley. You’ve been through a lot.” She wraps her arms around me and kisses the top of my forehead. “I gotta jet, I gotta pick up Magnolia and Scarlett from school.” She throws up the peace sign and walks for the door.
“Do something wonderful with this space, Paisley.” I smile, because I plan on it. I have free reign to do whatever I want and after my bed is set up, I’m going to get working on my writing room. Where I plan on spending most of my time.
I continue to write daily. Sometimes it’s only a sentence. Sometimes a page, but most days I have full chapters to purge. I’m discovering things about myself I never knew. My desperate need for acceptance. My constant need for companionship. My fear of living life alone. But, the reality of it was that I wasn’t alone at all. I have family, and an amazing group of friends who would do anything for me.
I’ve learned to set boundaries with River and Diesel, one handling it better than the other. Diesel is happy for any time we spend together. River on the
I shouldn’t like how rough he is being, but fuck it feels good. With each thrust, he pushes deeper into me. His hands grip my hips tighter and he slams into me harder. I can’t help the moans that fly from my lips. I can’t hold back with him. It all feels to fucking good.
His cock rubs against the tender wall of my tight cunt, and my pussy tightens around his cock. My orgasm slowly takes me over and I yell out in pleasure. I moan out River’s name over and over again as his pace begins to slow.
He pushes his dick into me one last time, seating himself as deep as he can go, and that’s when I feel him release his own orgasm deep within me. I can feel every last hot spurt inside me as my body starts to sag down the wall. His grip on my wrists loosens, and he wraps his arms around my tired body, placing a kiss on the back of my neck. His nose burrows into my wild hair, and I swear for a minute he is sniffing me.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he whispers into my neck. He gently starts to pull his dick free from my pussy. He starts to back away from me, retreating once again. I should have known this was coming. We went from best friends, to nothing more than fuck buddies. Once the sex is said and done, he just walks away because he can’t stand to be around me. It hurts, but it helps me know that I’m not the only broken person in the world. Maybe it is better off this way.
I reach out for him and grab his hand. He pauses and I pull him close. My back presses against the wall and he rests his forehead against mine. I kiss him. I pour all of my feelings into that single kiss, because he doesn’t realize this is me saying goodbye to him.
“It’s okay, River. I love every moment I share with you,” and it’s honest. I just don’t know if I can deal with the constant emotional breakdown I get when he decides he doesn’t need me once his balls are empty for the night.
I send up a silent prayer, hoping that I can go on and live my life without River by my side, because it’s time I stand on my own two feet.
“Star, you know I appreciate this.” I look around the small two bedroom house my sister rented for me. It’s been almost a full month since Christmas. Since I said goodbye to River and Diesel. I went to my sister and explained my need for some kind of independence and she immediately started looking for someplace I could comfortably call home.
It isn’t anything fancy, the old wallpaper is peeling, and I’m pretty sure I will find lead paint in here someplace. But, I can call it my own for the time being and that’s exactly what I need. I never thought being alone would become so freeing, help me clear my head so much. Apparently it was exactly what I needed.
“If this is what you need, it’s yours Paisley. You’ve been through a lot.” She wraps her arms around me and kisses the top of my forehead. “I gotta jet, I gotta pick up Magnolia and Scarlett from school.” She throws up the peace sign and walks for the door.
“Do something wonderful with this space, Paisley.” I smile, because I plan on it. I have free reign to do whatever I want and after my bed is set up, I’m going to get working on my writing room. Where I plan on spending most of my time.
I continue to write daily. Sometimes it’s only a sentence. Sometimes a page, but most days I have full chapters to purge. I’m discovering things about myself I never knew. My desperate need for acceptance. My constant need for companionship. My fear of living life alone. But, the reality of it was that I wasn’t alone at all. I have family, and an amazing group of friends who would do anything for me.
I’ve learned to set boundaries with River and Diesel, one handling it better than the other. Diesel is happy for any time we spend together. River on the
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