I have this philosophy of Valentine’s Day that it should be a holiday about love, not a holiday about couples.
So share some love!
What is your favorite love story? Movie, book, true story…
I’ll put mine in the comments!
I have this philosophy of Valentine’s Day that it should be a holiday about love, not a holiday about couples.
So share some love!
What is your favorite love story? Movie, book, true story…
I’ll put mine in the comments!
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
The Second Mrs. Hockaday by Susan Rivers grabbed me within the first chapter. Written entirely in letters and journals, Rivers reveals information to the reader in such a way that I couldn’t put it down. I wanted to read it straight through. I devoured it! Compelling characters, exciting plot, and excellent writing!
I have seen the movie The Greatest Showman in theaters three times. Three times. That’s a lot, especially for me. I couldn’t even tell you the number of times I have listened to the soundtrack. Every time it gets quiet for more than 30 seconds, I find myself turning on the soundtrack. I know that I will be in the store purchasing the DVD/Blu Ray the day it is released. I have not been that obsessed with a movie… ever.
Before you think that this is just a random movie review, it’s not. Yes, I loved the movie. Yes, I think you should go out and see it. Yes, I think you should buy the soundtrack. But that’s not at all what this is about.
This is about a message. A message of love and acceptance that I think needs to be heard. Here is my favorite quote from the movie:
“You are putting folks of all kinds on stage with you — all colors, shapes, sizes — presenting them as equals. Another critic might have called it a celebration of humanity.”
This quote resonates with me in a way that very little ever has. I have never quite felt like I belonged to any one particular group. Going back to elementary school, I had friends, but I wasn’t in one of those stereotypical groups. Right into adulthood, I just never felt quite like I belonged.
But I feel like I finally found my place in my local writing group. It’s a place where I really, truly belong. A place where my quirks are celebrated. A place where my weight doesn’t matter. A place where I can be my polyamorous, kinky self.
This simple fact is what drew me to writing in the first place. I can be me, completely and wholly. I can express myself in fantasy in any way I want. I choose to self-publish so that I can write whatever I want, whenever I want.
I urge you as readers and writers to support each other. Look past our differences, whether it’s color, shape, or size, and show your support for your fellow bloggers/writers, because of our differences, not in spite of them. So I encourage you to go out, read a new blog, learn something new, experience something different, and above all, be open and accepting of one another.
I am not a big New Year’s Resolution person, but regardless, I am going to take this opportunity to resolve to use my blog (and accompanying social media) more this year! Feel free to ask me questions, let me know what content you would like to see her, etc.
I was happy to round out the year and begin the new with two short stories. It felt good to be back in the proverbial saddle after taking December off to recover from NaNoWriMo.
In the end, I wrote 100,005 words in November, and I am only about halfway done with the novel. It will be another Choose Your Own Adventure, and I hope to have it out in 2018. But, I am turning my attention to a project I started back in July and worked on up through October: My A to Z Challenge posts! I am so excited for that project, but you’ll have to wait a little longer to hear all about it! What I will tell you is that there will be voting and reader participation like there was last year!*
Lastly, I just found out about another writing challenge to participate in called the 85k90 (85,000 words in 90 days). It started January 1st, and I found out on December 30th. But I jumped in with both feet and so far have written 4522 words of fiction since the 1st!
*If you didn’t see my A to Z Challenge from 2017, I definitely recommend checking it out! There’s a link at the top of the page. It’s one iteration of my Erotic Choose Your Own Adventure called Runaway (available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords)
Trigger Warning: Reluctant Consent
We all have that one relationship, sometimes more, that we regret. We look back on it and go, “What the hell was I thinking?” For me, it was my college boyfriend. I dated several guys my freshman year, but sophomore year, I ended up with a guy who was super controlling and domineering. We dated right up until the end of my senior year. He didn’t like where I was going with my life (and he was cheating on me), so he dumped me, five minutes before graduation started. It was heartbreaking. My whole family was there to witness it, too. It was a college version of that scene at the beginning of Eurotrip, except my boyfriend was dumping me.
But I had moved on from that. Tomorrow was my 30th birthday, and I was looking forward to starting a new decade. Leave the old behind, bring on the new and all that jazz. I was single, I was living in Boston, and I had good friends to celebrate with. Even though we lived in the city, they wanted me to have a spectacular time, so they had booked us a room in an old hotel right near the center of Boston. It overlooked Boston Common, and it was beautiful, though some said the rooms were haunted. I had stayed at this hotel only once before in my life, on the eve of my 21st birthday, courtesy of my terrible college boyfriend, Richard. He had taken me to a show nearby and booked us a room. Sometimes he had been quite the romantic. But thinking back on that night nine years before, I only had vague recollections of why I had dated him so long. Generous nights like that one were part of it, but I knew there must have been more. The memory was too fuzzy to really identify.
I laid down on the plush queen-sized bed and reminisced. Even though I hadn’t had a guy who I really connected with lately, I was pretty lucky. Of course, what I really missed was a good orgasm delivered by someone other than my Battery Operated Boyfriend. I drifted off to sleep thinking of Richard and college and the wild nights we used to have.
I woke up to a beeping alarm that didn’t sound like my own. It sounded like an alarm from a far-off dream. Why had I set the alarm? I wasn’t supposed to. It was my birthday. I was allowed to sleep in on my birthday. I rolled over to turn off the alarm and encountered a warm body. Panic filled me. A cold chill that went from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I couldn’t see the stranger in my bed. No, not my bed. Where I was I? The hotel. I remembered that. The warm body was entirely wrapped up in the blanket, just like Richard had always done. And then the covers were tossed aside as the figure grumbled and rolled over and it was Richard! Oh my god, it was Richard in the flesh. He looked just the same as he had the last time I had seen him. There were no signs that he had aged at all. I couldn’t believe it. I knew that I looked completely different. My hair was shorter, I had gained weight, and I had crow’s feet around the corners of my eyes. But Richard looked exactly the same. What the hell was he doing here? I hadn’t seen him in years!
He was mumbling something as he woke from sleep, but I couldn’t make it out. I rolled off the bed and got to my feet. I looked down at my body, and I was naked. And thin. I couldn’t make sense of it. I escaped to the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what was going on. Why was Richard here? Had I gotten drunk last night? I hadn’t remembered drinking at all much less drinking enough to have invited Richard back to my room. I couldn’t imagine what was going on. I braced my hands on the edge of the marble counter and looked at my hands. They looked different. I wasn’t wearing any jewelry. I took a steadying breath and looked in the mirror. There were no crow’s feet around my eyes, and my hair was long again. I blinked at my reflection and came to the reluctant realization that I wasn’t 30 anymore; I was reliving my 21st birthday.
By the time I was done washing up, Richard was knocking on the door. “Lina, are you okay?” he called.
“I’m fine,” I called back, my voice shaking.
He didn’t respond, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to remember all the things that had happened that day but nine years was a long time to think back. I steeled myself to face Richard and opened the bathroom door.
“About time,” he grumbled and practically pushed past me to get into the bathroom. I had forgotten how gruff he could be.
I listened as he ran water and washed up. My mind felt like it was frozen. I had pushed so hard to remember the past that now I couldn’t even think about what I was going to do when Richard came out of the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at me just standing there.
Both of us were completely nude, and it was his nudity that shocked me into responding. “Nothing,” I said and put on a fake smile.
“Good,” he said. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you,” I said. Richard leaned down to me and kissed me, angling his mouth against mine forcefully. I melted against him, my breasts pressing against his chest. He was warm and hard, and I felt my pussy clench with desire for him. This is what I had forgotten about him. This is why I had stayed with him so long. He was exactly what I wanted and needed in the bedroom. “So,” I said, breathlessly, “what are the plans for today?”
“I already told you it was a surprise,” he growled.
“Right, sorry,” I apologized immediately.
“But before we go anywhere, I want to fuck you.”
My pussy clenched again. He was commanding, but I loved it. I nodded, even though I knew that his statement didn’t really require a response. He practically picked me up off my feet and deposited me on the bed. I spread my legs to him, and I could feel that my pussy was slick and ready for him. He slid his cock right into me, and I shuddered. He was bigger than any other guy I had been with, thick and long. He filled me so completely. I wrapped my legs around him to give him better access, and he pounded into me. I had no preparation for him, and I expected that I would be too tight, but then I realized that this wasn’t my 30-year-old pussy that had been barren for the last few months, this was my 21-year-old body that was used to having sex with Richard almost daily. My body accommodated him easily, and I felt my orgasm building.
This was something I hadn’t experienced in years. I had forgotten how much an orgasm from Richard would build. If he stopped, I thought I would die. “Richard,” I gasped out, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He didn’t respond, but he seemed to fuck me with more forcefulness than before. My memories were coming back, and I remembered that he liked to feel in control. He liked to feel like he was the one I was orgasming for, and of course, he was. “I’m going to cum for you,” I panted.
He shoved his cock into me harder, his pace quickening. With my arms wrapped around his back, I felt his muscles contracting. I knew that he was getting close to orgasm himself. I felt my orgasm rise and peak.
“Oh god,” I screamed, “Richard, I’m cumming!” Wave after wave of intense orgasm washed over me. I clenched around him, and I saw that he was steeling himself to keep from orgasming himself.
He pulled out of me and straddled my body. I had forgotten how quickly he could move. And then he was pumping his cock with his fist right in my face. I knew what he wanted, and he was going to have it. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, watching his face closely. He loved to cum all over my face. It turned him on to watch me lick it up afterward, too. As I saw his eyes squeeze shut and heard his breathing alter, I knew that he was close and I closed my eyes.
I felt the first bit of cum hit my tongue and I braced myself as the rest came. He coated my lips, tongue, and cheeks. When he finished, he rubbed the head of his cock against my tongue, and I licked him greedily. I felt so degraded by having him cum on me like that, and I loved it. No one else had made me feel this degraded ever in my life. At 30, I had spent years dealing with those feelings and figuring out how to handle that, but at 21, I couldn’t process those feelings and desires. So I just let Richard do what he wanted and didn’t complain. I licked my lips and as far around my mouth as I could. He watched me with rapt attention. Then I used my finger to wipe up the rest of his cum and then sucked my fingers clean. When I finished, he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose, then got off of me. I slipped off the bed quietly and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
When I came back, Richard was laying on his back, his cock already semi-hard again. Virile 21-year-olds had their perks! I moved to the bed and stood looking down at him.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said.
“Hi, handsome,” I replied.
“Climb on,” he said. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him, my wet slit sliding across his semi-hard cock. He reached up with both hands and pinched my nipples hard. I moaned and arched my back.
“Oh, god,” I groaned. I wanted Richard to be hard and fuck me again. He pinched harder. I moaned louder. Every pinch felt like a shot of fire straight to my pussy. After a little while, he abandoned my nipples, and one hand moved down between my thighs. His thumb found my clit easily, and he rubbed it. I groaned and rocked back and forth. “Oh, please, Richard, make me cum!” I cried.
He kept rubbing, and I kept rocking, and before I knew it, his cock was hard again. I shifted my hips enough that he could slide inside me. He began to fuck me, and the feeling of being filled by him along with his thumb on my clit pushed me over the edge again.
“I’m cumming, Richard; I’m cumming for you!” I was gasping and writhing as he fucked me, but he wouldn’t move his thumb off my clit. He kept pressing against it, and I wanted him to leave it alone. I was so overstimulated. But he wouldn’t stop until I was a blubbering mess, soaked in my own juices, and probably his. My hands gripped at the blankets, anything I could get my hands on. It was all I could do not to push him away, but I had done that once, and the results were unsatisfying. The details were fuzzy, but I definitely remember a night of being denied orgasm because I had pushed him off before he was ready to be done. It had been hot as hell, and I almost hadn’t regretted it, but I wanted the orgasms. It had been so long since I had been with a guy who would really get me off, and I wasn’t about to jeopardize that.
He rubbed my clit, and I was already quivering, and my pussy was clenching, but he fucked me anyway. Even from the bottom, he was able to thrust his hips upward and fuck me. It felt amazing. I was overwhelmed. If I hadn’t been gripping the blankets, I probably would have just fallen over, but that gave me enough balance to stay upright as he fucked me.
My orgasm had subsided enough that his thumb on my clit wasn’t driving me completely crazy. His cock felt so good inside me. I wanted this feeling to last forever. “Oh Richard,” I gasped out, “you feel amazing.” He fucked me harder, and I continued stroking his ego. “Richard, god, you are incredible. Your hard cock feels so good.” I moaned and bit my lip. “You know just how to touch me.” Every word I said caused him to thrust harder into me until I was pretty sure he couldn’t fuck me any harder.
I knew for sure he had reached the fastest he could fuck me when his thumb left my clit, and he stood up off the bed holding me against him. I had forgotten how strong he was. He picked me up like I was a rag doll. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, but I definitely felt him slide even deeper inside me. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and the angle felt better than any other. I knew that another orgasm was building, but I wasn’t sure if he would cum first. And honestly, I didn’t care. This had been the best sex I had had since… well, since I had actually been 21 and had been dating Richard.
Less than a year after this day, Richard would be breaking my heart in front of my family. I tried hard to push the thought aside, but a little bit of my good feeling slipped away.
“Cum for me,” he directed, and I felt my pussy spasm despite my melancholy thoughts. When Richard took control of me, I always melted for him. It just felt so right.
He thrust into me over and over, and I felt the orgasm building, but not quickly enough.
“Cum for me,” he directed again.
I wanted to yell that I was trying, but I swallowed the words. I grunted and moaned, and then I felt Richard release inside me. His body tensed, his arms wrapped around me tightened. And when he had cum, we both collapsed onto the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and whispered against my hair, “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you,” I whispered back.
He seemed to drift off for a bit, and I lay there with my head propped up on my hand, looking down at him. It was setting in that I wasn’t in my time. I was nine years earlier and what the hell was I going to do about that?
Half an hour later, I was still laying there staring down at Richard, and he was drifting between asleep and awake. It was surreal. After half an hour of intense thought, I couldn’t come up with any way to go back to my own time. Maybe sleeping would do it. But even if it did, I had a whole day to get through. I tried so hard to remember what had happened on my 21st birthday, but I suspected there was too much alcohol for me to have any real clear thoughts.
I was conflicted. On one hand, I should dump Richard’s sorry ass now before he would have a chance to dump me at graduation. On the other hand, how much would it change my future if I broke up with Richard early? And if it did alter my future, would it change it in a good way or a bad way? There was absolutely no way to be sure. But since I couldn’t remember what happened, it seemed likely I was going to fuck it up anyhow, so I might as well do whatever I wanted. Maybe this was all a dream anyway.
“Hey, baby,” he said when he woke up. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yep, I’m good,” I lied.
“Good,” he said.
I wanted to ask what he had planned, but he had been clear already that he had planned a surprise, and I didn’t want to push him any further. So I just waited out the silence until he said something.
“I want to fuck your throat,” he said.
Typical Richard, I thought, but I didn’t voice the thought. Instead, I nodded.
“Get on your knees,” he directed, and I slid off the bed and did as he told.
He came up to me then, pressing his cock to my lips. He was already hard. I opened my mouth to him, and he pushed inside. He was bigger than I remembered, but my body handled him instinctively. He gathered my hair up into a makeshift ponytail that he held in one hand as he began to fuck my mouth. I remembered how this was very different than giving a blowjob. He was in charge, and he would not let me forget it.
Pressing his cock against the back of my throat, he twisted the hair in his hand until it was just a touch painful. I felt my pussy spasm at the thrill of the pain and loss of control. Then he started to move, holding my head still and thrusting his hips. I gagged periodically and felt my eyes water, but I didn’t protest, and I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he fucked my throat.
“Take it all, my little slut,” he grunted. I was momentarily shocked, and then I remembered that this was normal for Richard. It was how he had always talked to me. “I want your ass next,” he said.
I don’t think he was actually talking to me. He certainly wasn’t asking permission, just stating his desires as though I would give it to him unconditionally. The truth was, I wanted him to fuck my ass. I didn’t crave anal sex often, but once in a while it was excellent, and it had been quite a long time for 30-year-old-me. I decided that I was going to let him, and then after that, I might have had all I could stand of his bullshit.
He pulled my head back by my hair until I was bent back enough that his cock popped out of my mouth, slick with my saliva. “Up on the bed,” he said and let me go.
I climbed up on the bed and wiggled my ass in the air at him. He slapped it hard, and I moaned in response. My pussy was so wet I was sure I would drip on the bed. He pulled me so that I was right on the edge of the bed and he was standing behind me. He slid his cock along my slit until it was coated with my juices, too, and then he was pressing against my puckered hole.
I had a moment of apprehension that he hadn’t done anything to prepare my ass for his cock, but then I remembered that this was 21-year-old-me. When I was dating Richard, I kept my ass ready for him all the time. He slid his cock into me slowly, letting me adjust. I moaned lightly as he first entered, and by the time he had pushed all the way in, I was panting heavily. It wasn’t totally painless, but it wasn’t what I had feared. I had forgotten how much I loved feeling so full. The sensations were completely different. He fucked me slowly at first, being gentle with me. This was the Richard I remembered fondly. He gradually increased his pace until he was fucking my ass almost as quickly as he had been fucking my pussy earlier and my throat most recently. I panted and moaned, slipping my hand underneath me without him noticing. I began to play with my clit, and I felt my orgasm build almost instantly. I slowed down, wanting to cum at the same time he did. I got myself right to the edge and then backed off until I thought I could handle a little more stimulation.
After cumming so many times this morning, Richard was taking his time getting close to orgasm. I thought I was going to go insane with need before I felt him grip my ass with his fingers hard and start grunting. “Oh yeah,” he groaned.
“Fill my ass with your cum, please!” I cried out as I rubbed my clit hard and fast and fell over the cliff into orgasm. As my pussy and ass clenched in orgasm, I felt him spasm inside me and begin to fill my ass with cum.
I collapsed onto the bed in front of him, and he collapsed on top of me. “Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my hair lightly.
After a minute or two, he got up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed, trying to figure out what to do, and then I made up my mind. I stood up from the bed and got dressed, finding my clothes scattered around the room where I must have dropped them the night before. I could feel Richard’s cum in my ass still, and it turned me on to know that I was about to dump him with an ass full of his cum. But I didn’t care what the consequences were. I was done with him and his bullshit. I wasn’t going to let him run my life anymore. With that resolved in my mind, I smiled to myself as I waited for Richard.
I took a deep breath. I was so nervous that I could swear the hotel clerk could hear my heart beating in my throat. But she was smiling at me as though nothing were odd about my request for a room with a king-sized bed. But from her perspective, there wasn’t anything odd about it. I was just a woman on my own who wanted a big bed. She asked how many keys, and I hesitated. I needed to say two keys. But would that be weird to be on my own asking for two keys? But before I could second guess myself further, she said, “I’ll give you two keys.” I nodded appreciatively and swallowed over the lump in my throat.
“There you go, Ms. Jersey,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she believed that it was my last name, but since I had paid in cash and given a $200 cash deposit to ensure I didn’t need a credit card, she didn’t question it.
It wasn’t my last name. My real last name was Sherman. And my first name was Carly. I had actually given her my real first name at least. I hoped that it would cut down on confusion by using my actual first name. But honestly, I hoped that the hotel clerk would be the only employee I would come in contact with during my brief stay.
I was doing something I had never done in my life. Something I had thought I would never do. Something that, if you had asked me five years ago if I would do it, I would have laughed in your face at the absurdity of it. Yet, here I was doing exactly that, and probably more.
The dating scene had changed a lot over the last five years. Meeting strangers from the internet was a big deal back then, but now it was commonplace. Apps like Tinder and OKCupid and countless others were bringing people together in ways that just didn’t exist then. And when people would meet on the forefathers of dating apps, they would do it in smart ways. They would bring a friend, meet at a crowded restaurant, or at least talk on the phone or on video to get to know the other person. But was I doing any of that? Of course not. I was doing something so dangerous, so risky, and so terribly out of character for me that I hardly believed I was standing in this upscale hotel, getting a room to share with a complete stranger.
I went to the hotel room first, bringing my small suitcase with me. I didn’t have a lot in it, but there were a few things I knew I would need. I had lingerie and the toys my stranger had requested. I couldn’t even think about those things right now.
When I got into the room, I looked around. It was a normal room. A king-sized bed, a big chair, a desk with a chair, and a couple of side tables. There were windows that went almost floor to ceiling. I looked and found that I could see right into the windows of the next tower. The sun was just setting, and I could see right into the rooms of people who had their shades open and their lights on. I knew that meant they could see me, too, but I knew that my stranger would want the shades open. I did dim the lights as much as I thought I should. I looked at the clock, and I knew I had just under an hour to be ready. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a full minute. Could I really do this? Could I really go through with it? I took a deep breath and made up my mind. I had come this far, and I wasn’t backing down now.
I took the soaps and shampoos and opened them, discarding the seals. I made sure two towels were within reach of the shower. They were details that seemed minor, but I wanted to be able to hop in the shower later and not be fumbling with opening soap. I knew I was wasting too much time in the bathroom and left to go on with my other tasks.
Out in the main room, I pulled out the two keys to the room and double checked to make sure both worked. They did. I left the floor, going down through the lobby, and out to the street. I looked both ways and didn’t see anyone I knew, and felt relief. I found the spot I had been instructed to leave the extra key, and I tucked it away there. I snapped a picture of it and sent it off to the stranger I had been texting with, along with the room number. I took a deep, shuddering breath as I hit send, but knew there was definitely no turning back now.
I hurried back to my room and shut the door. I had to resist my natural urge to deadbolt the door. That would defeat the whole purpose. I quickly took off all my clothes, folding them neatly and putting them into my suitcase. From the suitcase, I pulled out the lingerie. The panties were g-string and so thin that one good tug would pull the fabric apart. The top covered my breasts with light cloth, but my nipples were visible right through it. It had thin straps that would hold it up, and it fell just to my hips. All the fabric was light blue to match my eyes.
I pulled the blankets off the bed so that just the sheet was there. I left the pillows at the top of the bed. I folded the large blankets as neatly as I could and left them in the closet. With the lights dimmed, it seemed as though the room was candlelit. I laid the other items he had requested on the bedside table and then lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I tried to focus on what I had been tasked with. Had I done everything he told me to do? I replayed the last hour over in my mind, and I couldn’t think of anything I had forgotten. I rolled toward the nightstand and picked up the items I had placed there earlier.
I slid the remote controlled vibrator into my pussy and pulled the blindfold on so that it was resting on my forehead. I needed my eyes for one last thing before I would pull it down. I picked up the cuffs that I would use to keep my hands bound. They were cuffs that I could slip my hands into and out of, so they weren’t super secure, but they got the point across. I looked above my head and saw that the headboard was solid. No chance to strap them there. My instructions were clear: If I couldn’t strap them to the headboard, I was to bind them behind my back. I slipped my right hand into the cuff and pulled the blindfold down with my left hand. I turned my head all different directions to see if I could peek out. I couldn’t. I put my left hand behind my back and slid it into the cuff. I was all set.
If I could have, I would have physically kicked myself for not looking at the time before I blindfolded myself. But the reality was that I had no sense of time anyway so it wouldn’t have mattered. I found that my heart was still pounding hard in my ears, but I was hardly breathing I was so anxious to hear any little sound. I couldn’t stop my brain from coming up with what-if scenarios. What if the cleaning crew came in? What if I had forgotten to put my phone on silent? What if I got an emergency phone call? What if this was all a big mistake?
But I knew that it wasn’t. I knew deep down in my core that this was what I had been craving. I wanted this complete stranger to lick me, suck me, fuck me. I wanted him to use me, to take advantage of me, and then to leave me. I was ashamed of the desire, but it was there nonetheless.
I waited and waited, and then I heard it, the click of the lock, the turn of the handle, and the footsteps into the room. I hadn’t thought it was possible for my heart to pound harder, but it did. I felt my pussy clench with desire and my own wetness increase tenfold. My legs were spread as I had been instructed and nothing was going to stop me from making a mess on the bed.
He didn’t say a word as he entered and approached me. The first physical indication I had that he was there was when his fingers touched the bottom of my foot. I flinched against my will, but I was so ticklish, I couldn’t help it. He trailed his fingers up the inside of my calf and then my thigh. My clit ached for him to touch it, but he didn’t. Before he reached my slick slit, he trailed his fingers over my hip and up my side. Again I shuddered but tried hard not to move. He moved across my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the fabric as he did. My pussy clenched again, and I arched my back in desire.
His fingers moved up from my breasts then and one hand wrapped around my throat. This was it. If I hadn’t placed my blind trust in a good man, I was in trouble. But he hooked his fingers behind my jawbone like I knew was safe and squeezed gently. I was able to breathe, though my breath came in rasps as he pressed lightly against my throat. “Who do you belong to?” he whispered.
“You,” I whispered back.
He let my neck go and slapped my breasts hard, first my right, then my left. It stung pleasurably. Then he moved away from me. I strained to hear anything, but couldn’t make out the sounds he was making. The vibrator turned on suddenly, and I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped my throat.
My hips were gyrating as the small vibrator buzzed inside me. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to. He had made that clear ahead of time. I didn’t get to cum until his tongue touched my clit.
He slid a finger along my soaking slit, and I could hear him chuckle. He ran his fingers down toward my ass, making sure my asshole was as slick as my pussy. His hands gripped my hips then, and I knew he was urging me to turn over. I struggled to do it with my hands restrained behind my back, but I managed. I felt the rip as he pulled the panties off my body. I had been mentally prepared for it, but the sound of the tearing fabric turned me on more than I expected.
I felt his cock slide along my slit, but not enter me. He slid along it again and again until his cock was soaked with my juices. He was thick, so thick. I didn’t think he was that long, but his thickness would more than make up for it. I felt the vibrator kick up a notch just as he pressed his cock against my puckered hole. He pressed forward, and I opened up to him. His cock slid inside me, and I moaned into the pillow. I couldn’t brace myself with my arms behind my back, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to have him pressing into my ass.
When his cock was fully pressed inside me, he gave me a moment to adjust and then he started to fuck me, fast and hard. I moaned as he fucked me, my moans reaching a fevered pitch as he turned the vibrator up again and began to spank my ass.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, “You feel so amazing filling my ass,” I screamed. My words seemed to spur him on. Without warning, he pulled all the way out of me and used his hands on my hips to urge me to flip over. When I was on my back with my legs on either side of him, he pulled me up by the light cloth I was wearing and then gripped me by the shoulder just before the slight straps ripped. He tossed the fabric aside and pulled me into a sitting position. I knew what he was after and I opened my mouth eagerly as he pressed his cock forward against my lips. I could taste myself on him, but I knew he wanted this, so I had made sure I was clean. When he was licked clean, I continued to suck his cock until he pulled it from my mouth.
The vibrations rocking my core stopped suddenly, and he pulled the vibrator out of me. I heard a thud as it hit the floor next to the bed. At the same time, he pulled the cuffs off my wrists. I stretched my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he pinned me to the bed with his body, his cock sliding along my slit again. But this time, I knew that he was after more than just collecting some of my wetness. This time he wanted to fuck me. His cock slid home, and I moaned loudly. I felt totally full with him inside me, and I was clinging to him with both my arms and my legs. I could feel his hard, muscular body over me, but I still couldn’t see him.
“Cum for me,” I groaned, “Fill me with your cum, please!” I wanted it more than anything. I could feel him getting close; I could hear him panting. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in my life. “Please, please, fill me with your cum,” I begged.
And he did. I could feel him spasm inside me and then the warmth of his seed as he filled me.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I panted, even though I had yet to have an orgasm. His cock slid out of me, and I felt him slowly work his way down my body, first biting each of my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. Then, swirling his tongue down between my breasts to my belly button and dipping inside. It was oddly sensual. And then finally his tongue reached my clit, and I almost orgasmed instantly. My pussy clenched and spasmed and my toes curled. I felt all the cum that he had spent inside me start to drip out, but then he was lapping at it, licking it up noisily. I wanted to take the blindfold off and watch him, but I had promised him I wouldn’t. I had promised I wouldn’t take it off at all, and I wanted to honor that promise.
When I had stopped shuddering and felt that there was no more cum inside me, he moved away from the bed, and I listened as he moved around the room. I was weak, and I wasn’t sure if I could actually get up if I had wanted to. But I waited. I heard water running, and then turning off. I heard him bumping around the main room. And then I could feel him standing over me. I didn’t know what part of me had sensed him. I didn’t hear him or see him or smell him, but I knew he was there. He leaned over and bit my nipple, and I hissed in response. He bit the other one, and I moaned, arching my back.
Then his mouth was right next to my ear, and he nipped at my earlobe. “I’ll see you next week,” he whispered and then he was gone.
When I heard the door close behind him, I took the blindfold off. I resisted the urge to go to the door and watch him walk down the hall. Then I got up and showered and dressed. I sat in the desk chair for a while, thinking about the night and how wonderful it had been. When my phone beeped, I looked at it and saw that he had sent me the money for the hotel room, just as he had promised. I set my key on top of the one he had left on the desk, and I went home.