"Why didn't you kill yourself today" is a question I ask myself sometimes to check whether I've done something that's made life worth living today or not. Just thought I'd include that here because someone told me that the title was triggering and I wouldn't want to put that on anyone.
30th floor. I can see the skyline through the rain covered glass of the windows. It’s all quite surreal at four thirty in the morning, the way the lights illuminate the clouds, the unintentional beauty of the skyscrapers. “The future is here it’s just unevenly distributed”. This is the witching hour and aside from the rhythmic pitter patter of rain drops it’s dead silent. The slick futurism of the scenario contrasts nicely with the visceral experience of your sleeping body resting in my arms, I can smell the vanilla in your hair and the slight sourness of your breath. I feel the silent lazy horniness of the no-mans hour brought on in equal parts by the excessive sex we had earlier and the a priori nocturnal erection I’m experiencing. The kind of rubbery hard erection that you just want to hit someone across the head with. It’s pushing up against my cotton boxers and touching your bottom.
Why you went to the effort of putting your underwear and bra back on I don’t know but I followed suit with my boxers because I didn’t want to be the only naked one. So we’re laying in our underwear, you blissfully asleep and me malignantly awake and aroused. I like that I’m taller than you, that my limbs are wrapped around your body like those of some kind of malevolent twilight sylph. Mmmmm. You feel good. I run my hands across your torso your skin is smokey blue in this dark room. You’re still asleep but no doubt subconsciously aware of the fact that you’re resting gently in my arms. I wrap my body around yours. I’m the black python that found his sleeping beauty before prince charming even had time to shave. You don’t hear about me often, what I’m feeling is ancient and doesn’t really mesh too well with Disney sensibilities. I greedily squeeze your breast through your embroidered bra. I run my other hand down to your cunt and squeeze that through your matching embroidered underwear. Yes I’m hungry. The kind of hunger you feel right before you sink your teeth in to a midnight snack. There is no unfulfilled yearning in this kind of hunger.
I feel like I’m playing some kind of instrument, rhythmically rubbing and squeezing. A few hours of sleep have clearly transformed me into a fucking poet. Surely you’re awake now but you haven’t said anything. You’re enjoying that state somewhere between the dreamworld and conscious thought. I can’t think of a higher state of passive receptivity than the one you must be in right now. It’s a bit like being felt up by your doona.
I whisper into your ear “Wake up little whore, it’s time for my seconds”. There’s no appropriate response for that within the modern vernacular and you meet my Pan call with courtly ladylike silence but I can hear you smiling. My hand slides past the lace of your underwear. I brush along the short stubble just above your cunt. I guess you weren’t expecting to end up here with me tonight. You’re disobediently wet. It makes me very hard. I show you how hard I am by guiding your hand onto my manhood. Aside from the wetness I’ve felt on your lips and the drop of pre-cum you just wiped off my head, there’s a dry snugness to all of this. Even our mouths aren’t as wet as they usually are, you probably don’t want to kiss because you think you’ll taste bad hey. I slip my tongue into your maiden mouth and the city lights illuminate our faces.
I love how you still have your eyes closed, as if your part in this nocturnal happening is completely complacent. As if you are doing this all in your sleep. I jolt up because there’s no way I can slide your underwear all the way off while holding you. I move down to embrace you just as quickly. Now I guide myself into you from behind. We’re still spooning, just now we’re fucking too. I fold my arms across you and draw you in as close as I can. Considering how high up in the sky we are and how completely surrealistic this whole hotel room scenario is, I am now quite convinced that you and my penetration of you are the only real things here.
I’m as horny as I am sleepy and I thrust into you hard. I don’t stop. My thighs are getting wet from your juices. Slap slap slap. Your quiescent act worked pretty well so far but now you start to moan. I take that slip up as my justification to wrap my arm around your neck and choke you a little “Oh! I thought you were asleep”. You respond with a long muffled moan. There is no need for any kind of position switching. This whole thing is about taking what you want in the middle of the night. About having even more of a good thing. So I just make sure your pussy feels as good as possibly on me and don’t hold back. I ejaculate deep inside of you. I let out a moan that could be interpreted as pain under any other circumstance. Then I just hold you while my cock slowly slips out of you along with some of the cum. I gently kiss your neck and nuzzle you. Let’s get back to sleep!
You’d broken up with your boyfriend recently and were just in that stage that occurs after about three months where you were too heartbroken to think of anything serious but also getting really really horny because you were missing the regular sex that comes with a relationship. I swear that’s half the reason most people get into relationships in the first place, what my friend once called “repeat action”. What a pathetic reason to commit to a person but that’s a different rant. I was just in some sort of “fuck everything that moves” phase because I too had recently broken up and the best quick fix to being down about that is to distract yourself with other girls.
Still though I’d known you for a while through mutual friends and although we’d flirted you’re one of those serial relationship girls so I didn’t really think we’d ever bang. So when you just propositioned me out of nowhere it came as a pretty big surprise and made me nervous as fuck. So while I was franticly tidying up my room and blasting KLU to try and disperse my nervous energy I had all sorts of worries going through my head. Mainly I was worried that I’d end up in front of you with every intent of giving it to you but wouldn’t be able to get hard. You were so upfront about the whole thing too, you even sent rules “Don’t leave any marks” I wrote back that’d be okay as long as you let me lead oh and had you ever been choked before? You said I could choke you and pull your hair but not hurt you too much.
Meeting up with you was pretty casual because we already knew each other fairly well we both ordered ridiculously large plates of nachos and talked shit. Probably about like people, relationships and why people do whatever it is they do and how it’s weird. I dunno.
You’d been to the gym so you asked to have a shower when we got back to mine. When you came out I was sitting on the lounge and gestured up the stairs “after you” and I followed you up with my face at roughly the height of your ass. I think you knew I was looking because you were totally working it in your leggings and skirt. I don’t know how you can blow so much money on brands. It totally eludes me but whatever. When we got to the top of the stairs I turned you around and kissed you. We walked over to the bed and kept making out. You were so passive while I undressed you I was starting to worry that you were a star fish but fuck I was about to be proven wrong on that account. Somehow I just really like the look of you in those footless leggings so I just admired you while I was kneeling over you and stroked my hand all over your hard body.
I took the leggings off too and now you were completely naked and I was in my underwear. My cock started to rise in my boxers so I took your hand and put it on there. You jerked me off through my shorts and I moved in between your legs and started stroking my cock up and down your wet pussy. The only thing stopping me slipping it straight in was a thin layer of cotton and pure will power. I was definitely physically ready and judging by the stain you were leaving on my underwear I think you were too but I thought “What better time to make her wait for it a little longer” stood up while I moved you into a sitting position and let my underwear down. You knew exactly what to do and took me straight into your mouth. Good girl. I stood there just enjoying the view of you sucking my rock hard cock.
Now it was just getting ridiculous, we were both so turned on I just had to fuck you. I grabbed you by your neck and pushed you down onto the bed. You just looked at me and spread your legs. I probably got in as far as the head and you were just so unbelievably hot, soft and tight that I felt like I was about to blow my load straight off the bat. I let you know as much and you said that you get that a lot. Modesty obviously isn’t your thing hah!
I slid the rest in and you looked at me like it was the biggest cock you’d ever taken. I’m pretty sure I’m averagely hung with a lanky frame that creates the illusion of a bit of extra size but whatever I still felt complimented. So by necessity as much as choice I started off with slow, careful strokes. You started playing with your clit straight away. Such a sex kitten. I’m fucking you missionary and telling you how amazing you feel now, kissing your neck and just enjoying the physicality of it. Sometimes I get off on power but right now it’s just immersion. It just feels so fucking good! We get to a reasonable pace and you suddenly you start to come, you’re obviously a girl who knows how to get herself off with her own hands. Little slut, time to ride you double speed and show you what it feels like to get fucked hard straight after coming!
I really start to work you it’s just gliding in and out of you. I’m just tapping it as hard as I can and you’re moaning with ecstasy. I grab your foot and start sucking on it. I don’t even know… I’m just so horny. You seem to like it well enough judging by how loud you’re moaning at this point. I flip you onto your side so that both your legs are to my right and I can grab a nice big handful of your ass while I pound you. I love that position I can feel my whole torso slapping against your ass. Oh wow I’m close to coming again. I need a change of pace. “Turn all the way around for me”. You oblige and I slide it back in nice and slowly. You’re on all fours moaning. I’m going nice and slowly and my attention is drawn to your ass and that little ring. I put my thumb on top of your asshole and you seem to like it so I spit on my thumb and slide it in to the first knuckle while I keep gently stroking away at your pussy. Amazing, I can feel it quiver every time I thrust forwards.
When I’ve pulled myself together again I start fucking you hard again and I think you might have had a second smaller orgasm. I feel like it’s my turn now. We’re both sweating heavily and I pull your glistening body up to mine and just hold your there. I kiss you and say “Where can I come” and you just say “Anywhere you want.” So I sit on top of your chest and start jacking off. I say “This might take a sec” and you ask “do you want me to blow you?” um… yes? It feels so good and you’re in such a compromised physical position that I’m ready to blow within seconds. You poke your tongue out dutifully to catch all the cum. One more dirty thought to get me over the edge. “Mmm you fucking cum receptacle” Half of it squirts into your mouth but just as much goes all over your collar bones. I think that’s what they call a pearl necklace.
I get you a towel and then I just collapse next to you super exhausted. We chat for a bit you refuse to spoon or anything like that. Eventually you say it’s time for you to go. Pretty sure that makes you the player in this story. But I’m like the dude on American Pie who is like “I got taken advantage of :(… hold on… I got taken advantage of! Awesome!” sleeping on my own is kinda better anyway and I slept like a fucking rock that night.
Okay so I’m at work. I’ve spoken to about 200 moronic customers. Don’t get me wrong most of them are nice enough but that doesn’t save them from being complete morons. The cubicle farm is ruining my posture, dimming my eyes and sucking my soul the fuck dry and all I can really think about is how badly I want to fuck someone.
You in particular actually!
I’m picturing you in those lace stockings you posted on fb a while ago, a loose fitting white t-shirt and no bra or underwear. You’d be waiting in the lounge when I get home from work and I’d smile kiss you on the cheek and then take you by the hand and walk you up to my room.
I’d pull you in and grab your round little ass and squeeze it hard while we kissed standing up. you could probably feel me through my jeans so I’d lay you down on my bed, let them down and pull off my work button up. I’d play with your tits through the t-shirt and I’d put your hand on my cock so you could feel it through my briefs.
I’d run my hands all over your body along your sides down the front of your chest to where your stockings start but I would make sure not to touch you in a certain spot. Not yet.
I’d just brush my knuckles across it and then move down and massage the inside of your thighs. I’d take off your shirt and kiss my way up from your belly button to your tits and when you were very turned on and your nipples were nice and stiff I’d take out my cock and make you suck it while I fondled your pretty little body.
If you did a good job of it I would become harder and harder in your mouth and start to get pretty turned on. My hand would make its way down to your pussy which I hope would be nice and wet by now and I’d start massaging it and running my fingers along your lips. I’d start thrusting a little bit and when I was almost fucking your mouth rather than receiving head I’d change my tack.
I’d reach over to my jeans and slip the black leather belt out and wrap it around your neck and roughly pull you further up my bed. You’d have to make sure you kept jacking me while I tore those fucking stockings open because if you didn’t I’d tighten the belt. Okay even if you did I’d tighten the belt so you really couldn’t escape it anymore now.
I love that first moment when I slip it in and feel you tighten around my cock. That feels incredible I’d go slowly at first one hand on your firm little breast and one hand holding on to that belt to control your movement. Then I’d pick up the pace and start fucking your little brains out kissing, slapping and choking you in equal measures until we’re both breathing heavily and gleaming with sweat. When I was ready to come I’d pull you in very close and kiss you on the the mouth then I’d grab your face and squeeze your cheeks and say “look me in the eyes don’t you dare fucking look away until I’m done” because that’s how I like to finish. And for a moment it’d just be me and you coming. When I was done I’d collapse onto you and kiss you and hold you in my arms and we could nap and have amazing snacks and do whatever we felt like for the rest of the day.
