Good Night Grace

Eric was already in bed, when Marie entered the bedroom.

“Are you sure about this,” she asked.

“It will be fine,” Grace said as she placed her hands on her shoulders and led Marie over to the bed.

Grace kneeled down behind Marie and ran her hands up Marie’s legs, under her night shirt and pulled down her white cotton panties.

“You won’t be needing these,” she said and tossed them in the hamper next to the door. Marie’s cheeks turn red. Eric smiled at her, pulled back the sheet that was covering him and patted the bed.

Marie joined him on the bed. She sat next to him, he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Then he placed his hand on her thigh, and slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth.

“Comfortable?” Eric asked.

Marie nodded, she leaned closer to him, he gently kissed her lips. Then she parted her lips and he slid his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.

Marie let out a moan as Eric rubbed her breasts, gently pinching her nipple. Grace undressed and laid next to Eric’s legs, she ran her hands over his crotch, rubbing against his cock. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his lounge pants and pulled them off in one fluid movement. Grace made herself comfortable between Eric’s legs and begin, stroking his cock.

Eric moaned and helped Marie off with her night shirt, he moved down and took her firm breast into his mouth, sucking on her nipple. While thumbing and squeezing the other breast. Maria watched as Grace worked Eric’s cock, sliding her hands up and down, and licking from the base to the tip of his shaft.

Marie felt herself becoming more aroused, watching Grace suck Eric’s now hard cock, as Eric’s hand had now found its way between Marie’s legs. He was rubbing her clit, and sliding his fingers in and out of her now wet pussy.

“Grace, please,” Marie asked.

Grace stopped and sat up, “Please what?”

“Please let me,” she said getting flustered.

Grace smiled at her, “Please let you what?”

“Please let me fuck Eric,” she spouted out all in one breath.

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, Eric started laughing and then Marie found herself giggling along with them.

Grace moved towards Marie and kissed her on the lips.

“Yes,”

They reposition themselves, Eric laid flat on his back in the middle of the bed, Marie straddles his hips and Grace helps by taking Eric’s cock and rubs it along Marie’s pussy. Then Marie slowly sinks down onto his cock, taking in the incredible sensations she is feeling. How he is pushing into her and she is stretching to accommodate his thick, hard cock. Marie moves her hips back and forth, grinding her clit along Eric’s cock.

Grace kisses Marie and then moves down to kiss Eric. Eric grabs the back of Grace’s neck and thrusts his tongue into her mouth kissing her deeply. He is enjoying how wet and tight Marie is.

Grace starts rubbing her pussy, while watching Marie fuck Eric, she fingers her clit sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine. Then she slides her fingers into her wet pussy making herself cum. As Marie is now ridding Eric’s cock, he grabs her hips and thrusts himself into her, Marie screams out.

Eric moves Marie off of him and turns her over onto her stomach, he pulls her hips up so that she is now on her hands and knees. He leans down and licks her dripping pussy. Grace moves in front of Marie and spreads her legs, Marie smiles at Grace and lowers herself down between Grace’s legs. Marie starts licking and tasting Grace, sliding her tongue into her pussy.

Eric watches while Marie eats out Grace, then he slides his cock back into Marie’s pussy, slamming himself hard into her. He grabs her hips, watching Grace and fucks her, till she screams. Eric thrusts hard into her and cums deep in Marie.

Marie collapses on the bed, Eric moves over to Grace and kisses her.

“Good?” Grace asks Eric.

“Good,” he answers.

~ ~ ~ ~

Marie gets ready as usual to attend her counclling sessions to help her understand that what Father Gabriel was doing was wrong. But today just like the last three weeks she gets on bus 45 west instead of bus 23 south. The first time she did this, she just considered it a mistake. But now it has become a habit, she takes bus 45 west to the city park, she gets off the bus and sits on a bench staring out into the park.

Marie thinks she knows what’s going on, she can’t quite hear the voice yet, but she knows it’s there, whispering to her.

But today as she takes her seat on the bench, she closes her eyes and it’s there, no longer whispering.

“You know what must be done,” it says to her.

She opens her eyes and gazes out into the park.

“They are using you,” the voice echoes in her head.

“They must be punished,” it says.

Marie nods her head in agreement, she stands up and walks silently back to the bus stop.

Marie let’s herself into Eric’s apartment.

“Is that you Grace?” he calls from the bedroom.

“No, it’s just me,” Marie answers.

“You’re home early, how’s it going?”

Marie picks up a kitchen knife and walks towards the bedroom. She silently enters the bedroom, Eric is standing in front of the dresser. Marie doesn’t hesitate she moves behind him and runs the knife along his throat. Eric gasps for air, grabbing at his severed neck and falls to the floor. Marie watches as the blood pools around his body.

“Now for her,” the voice commands.

Marie waits standing in the bedroom with Eric’s lifeless body on the floor. She hears Grace open the door to the apartment.

“Anyone home?” she asks.

“We’re back here,” Marie answers.

Grace puts down her things and walks back to the bedroom. She enters the room, sees Eric’s body and starts to head for the door. Marie slams the door shut, grabs Grace from behind and hold the knife to her throat.

“Do you see what you made me do?” Marie asks.

“Why?” Grace asks trying to hold back tears.

“Because you took him away from me,” she screeched.

“Who, Father Gabriel?” Grace asked.

“Yes, good night Grace,” Marie pulled the knife along Grace’s neck spraying blood across the bedroom. Grace’s body fell to the floor.

Marie went into the bathroom, she undressed and stepped into the shower. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“Good girl,” it said.

“Now we can go home,”

Marie packed her things and left the apartment. She went to the Greyhound station and boarded a bus to Iowa.

Chances

So I am not going to lie, I enjoy reading erotica, seriously who doesn’t. I especially enjoy the short experience stories, the I had sex in an elevator, or she took me in the restroom. So I spend time browsing for erotic stories, the #nsfw ones, and when they are written well, I enjoy the experience.

One day as I was looking through a short fiction site that advertised their 8000 plus erotic story collection, I came across this one particular story. It was titled “The Yellow School Chair” it peaked my curiosity, so I clicked on it.

~ ~ ~ ~

The Yellow School Chair

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted her. She was hot, short, curvy but cut she swam and biked. She was well toned, with shoulder length dirty blond hair, and dark green eyes. So I hit on her, and before I knew it we were down stairs in the campus library. I showed her the archive room, no one ever goes in there. It was a room full of bookshelves, boxes and clutter. I pulled out a yellow plastic school chair and placed it in the middle of the room. I asked her to have a seat. I walked around her, standing behind her, I ran my hands down her neck rolling my thumb over the scar at the base of her neck.

~ ~ ~ ~

I stopped reading, I reached up and ran my fingers across the back of my neck. There is no way that this is one of my personal experiences that someone else is writing about. It is a small world and all, but what are the chances, that someone I slept with in college, first off wrote about it, and secondly that I randomly found it. I thought about this for a moment, check who the author was. Which wasn’t any help because it was under a username. I continued reading, might as well see how it turned out.

~ ~ ~ ~

I ran my hands down her arms, then down her sides, I grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. I walked around to the front of the chair and kneeled down in front of her. I kissed across her collarbone and down in between her breasts. I slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and un fastened her bra, it fell to the floor. I took her soft brests into my hands carressing them, then I sucked on her nipples making them hard. She put her head back and moaned, as she ran her fingers through my hair. I nibbled and sucked on her breasts, rolling my tounge around her nipples. I moved back from her and motioned for her to stand up, she did and I unbuttoned, unzipped and slid her jeans off of her. I kissed her stomach and squeezed her ass, then I hooked my thumbs into the hips of her panties and slid them off. I asked her to sit back down and spread her legs, she did and I moved down between her soft thighs and lightly licked her pussy. She moaned and I slid my tounge into her, tasting her, feeling her. I sucked and licked sliding my tounge in and out of her. She squirmed and moaned I loved hearing her moan. I then slid my fingers inside of her, thrusting them in and out of her now drenched pussy. She bit her lip, pushed back against me and let out a scream, I keep fingering her. Till she begged me to stop.

Well that was intense, to read one of your own personal experiences, told by someone else. Once again I wonder what were the chances.

Building D Apartment 2

David opened the door to his apartment building and lead Sarah down the hall.

“Is this it?” Sarah asked.

“Yep, nothing fancy just a place to call home,” David unlocked the door and Sarah entered the apartment.

It was a simple one bedroom apartment, with a small kitchen, living room and bathroom.

“Nice,”

“Thanks, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked.

“Water or soda?”

“I’ll take a water,”

David reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Sarah.

“Would you like the tour?”

She smiled at him, ” Lead the way,”

“Let’s see, this is the kitchen,” he pointed to the right.

“This is the living room,” he pointed to the left.

David walked down the hall, “This is the bathroom,”

He continued down the hall, “And this is the bedroom,”

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, and looked around. A simple layout queen-size bed, a couple of end tables, and a dress with a mirror.

“Nice,”

“Thanks,”

“So should we get started?” he asked.

Sarah opened her bottle of water, took a long drink, closed the lid and set it down on the end table.

“Sure,”

David was a good looking guy in his mid twenty’s, fit, active and wanted to make films. For which he was taking some courses up at the local community college. Which is where he met Sarah, they happen to have a creative writing class together.

He was immediately taken with her, saw her as a potential actress in one of his films. All daydreams at this point, he had introduced himself to her over lunch one day and they hit it off, making small talk about future goals and dreams.

There was also an attraction, Sarah wasn’t sure why, but knew it was there a chemical response to him. Maybe it was just her wanting some attention, she had broken up with her boyfriend a while ago and now found herself enjoying the attention David was giving.

David closed the blinds on the bedroom window and turned on the bedside lamp. He pulled the blue and grey striped bedspread down. Folding it back onto itself at the foot of the bed.

“Nice sheets,” Sarah said, as she took off her shoes, jeans and t-shirt.

She was wearing a matching set, purple satin panties and bra. Sarah was short, cute and cut, showing her defined muscles from years of biking and swimming.

“Very nice, but are you going to leave those on?” David pointed to her white socks.

She smiled and pulled them off.

David stood in front of her reached around the back of her head and pulled the elastic band out of her hair. Her dirty blonde hair fell across her shoulders.

“There that’s better,” David leaned in and gently kissed her. She raised up on her toes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into her.

David ran his hands down her sides, and grabbing her ass. He gave it a squeeze, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, he let out a moan.

He stepped back from her and looked her over.

“Very nice indeed,”

Sarah laid on her back in the center of the bed. She ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her purple panties. David took off his shoes, socks, pants and shirt.

“Nice, boxers,”

Smiling David crawled from the foot of the bed up towards Sarah. He spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh, while moving his thumb over the crotch of her purple panties.

He sat up, now kneeling between her legs, he hooked his thumbs into her panties next to her hips and pulled them off in one quick move. Tossing them to the floor.

David lowered himself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. He slid his tongue into her, enjoying her scent and wetness.

Sarah moaned, arched her back and grabbed him by the hair, pushing him in deeper. He moved his head away from her, slid his thumb over her pussy and rubbed her clit. Sarah closed her eyes and pushed against his thumb. David slid his finger inside her wet pussy and pushed against her, she shuddered from the sensation.

David made his way up to her breast, Sarah arched her back unfastened her bra and discarded on the floor. He caressed her breasts taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then lightly biting her erect nipple.

“Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just seeing if you were still with me,”

David kissed her deeply. Sarah could taste herself on his lips. It excited her, she wanted to know what he tasted like.

“My turn,” she said as she pushed him onto his back.

Sarah pulled his boxes off and ran her hand along his hard cock. She lowered herself over him, still running her hand up and down his shaft. She licked the tip of his cock, slowly sliding it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pushing against her mouth.

She sucked harder, letting him slide in and out of her mouth, enjoying the feeling of him. Sarah raised her head and moved closer to him, so that she could slide his cock in between her breasts.

“Yes,” he panted moving up and down with her. She took notice of the pre-cum dripping from him and slid his cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the taste of him.

“Fuck, stop,” he pushed her back off of him.

David stood up, grabbed his bottle of water and finished it off in one long drink.

“We need to slow down,” he said.

Sarah sat up in the middle of the bed.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, just take a breath,”

“Fine, then will you fuck me?” she asked looking at him with her bright green eyes and pouting lips.

“Yes, but I have a proposition for you,”

Sarah grabbed her bottle of water, “Ok, I am listening,”

“I want to make a film,” David stated.

Sarah finished off her bottle of water.

“Ok, and?”

“I want you to be in it, with another woman and me,”

“Like a porno?”

“Exactly, you, me and my girlfriend, Vanessa,”

Sarah held up her empty water bottle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

David smiled at her, “Are you game?”

“I have to meet Vanessa first, and we have to finish what we started here,”

“Do you want that drink now or after?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

David slipped his boxers on and headed to the kitchen.

Sarah pulled the sheet up over herself and took in the proposition.

David returned with two glasses of Jack Daniel’s with a splash of Coke. He handed her one, Sarah took a sip.

“Not bad,”

“Want one?” he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the dresser drawer.

“Sure,”

David lit the cigarette took a drag and handed it to Sarah.

“So do you have a script for this film of yours?”

David lit his own cigarette, nodded and went to the closet. He pulled down a file box, opened it and handed her a red folder.

Sarah thumbed through it while they finished of their drinks.

“Interesting, that’s one dirty little mind you have there,”

“Thanks, shall we get back to it?”

Sarah nodded, removed the sheet and stretched out on the bed.

“I’m all yours,”

David took his boxers off and laid next to her, he ran his fingers along her side and across her stomach. He leaned in and kissed her lips, cheeks and down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed each of them, then sucked on her nipple while thumbing the other one.

Sarah slid her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock, making him moan. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, coming up and running her thumb across the tip.

He moved on top of her, and rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding just the tip in then, pulling it back out.

“Tease,” she said pushing him off of her and onto his back.

She straddled his hips, grabbed his cock and slid it into her pussy. She sat up, and thrusted her hips back and forth, feeling him push deep inside her.

He reached up and squeezed her breasts, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. She fell forward onto his chest and kissed him long and hard, while she slid his cock out of her.

She moved off of him, got on her hands and knees in the center of the bed. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock back into her and fucked her hard and fast.

*Smack* he slapped her ass.

“Fuck,” she cried out.

She pushed back against him, he pushed deep coming in her.

David collapsed on the bed next to her.

“So, ready to meet Vanessa?”

Sarah turned over and kisses him. “Sure, but can I shower first?”

“Go ahead, the handle is a little temperamental,”

Sarah got up and headed into the bathroom.

David lit a cigarette and called Vanessa.

 

 

 

 

Pieces

“Hello?” I answer the phone in that not quite awake voice.

“I know,” a woman’s voice states on the other end.

“You know what?” I croak out while trying to sit up in bed.

“That you and James have been together, you homewrecking bitch,” the voice blurts out.

“Karen? is that you, what are you talking about?” I ask confused in my half asleep state.

Click, the line went dead.

“Fuck, that’s not good,” I anounce to the empty room.

I glance at the illuminated clock radio, 3:56am.

I texted James:

So Karen just called me. WTF is going on.

I laid back down, I put my phone on silent and drifted off.

6am the alarm went off, playing some oldie but goodie song on KREX home of the golden oldies.

I smacked the snooze button, turned over and picked up my phone.

Two new texts: from James

Fuck, I came home from the opening I was covering for the paper, there was an empty bottle of wine along with the photo albums scattered on the table. Karen and I went round and round, apparently she hired a private investigator.

Second text: from James

Sorry, she threw me out, I am on your​ couch. Didn’t want to wake you.

“Ugh…” I put the phone down, stretched, got up and went into the living room.

There on my couch was James fast asleep, I covered him with a blanket and went to take a shower.

I started the coffee, made scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Morning,” a tired voice said from across the room.

I turned and smiled at him.

“Morning, there’s food,”

“Your going to need your strength to explain to me what is going on,”

James got up, put his arms around me, kissed me on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

We sat at the table eating our breakfast in silence.

“So, care to fill me in?” I asked while clearing the table.

James took a very deep breath. I sat down across from him and took his hands in mine.

“Ok, about two months ago Karen caught me in a lie, I couldn’t talk my way out of. Shortly after that she hired a private investigator to follow me around. I guess she received his report yesterday,”

“Wait two months ago, that was the mayor’s​ dinner event we covered for the paper, what did she catch you on,”

“She had gotten sick and wanted me to come home, but I had turned off my phone, so she had to call her sister,”

“Why did you have your phone…oh yeah, nevermind,” I smiled at James.

“Well, fuck, now what?” I asked. James shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this,”

“Go home and talk to Karen, I want to know what that PI told her, maybe we can explain a misunderstanding to her,”

“Or I can just move in with you,” James said.

“Go find out what she knows first,”

He kissed me good bye, “I’ll call you later,”

I dressed and went to work.

James and I both work for the local newspaper, The Daily Star, your source for local news and events.

I sat at my desk, thinking over what James had said. I pulled out my daily planner, pretty much my diary of who, when and where, I flipped back to two months ago.

I am a little OCD when it comes to tracking things and keeping records. Two months ago on a Saturday the mayor’s dinner in the hotel ballroom. Notes on good food, who was there, what the mayor covered in his speech.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, a little blue heart in the lower right corner.

A notation to myself​. I thumbed through a few more weeks, three more little blue hearts.

My phone buzzed, text from James:

I found what the PI saw. Two weeks ago, parking garage.

I turned to the date, there it was a little blue heart on a Tuesday in May.

I texted James back: Now what?

My phone buzzed, James:

Don’t know, he took pictures.

I put the phone down, leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh.

I decided to just work and deal with whatever fallout this caused. I collected my daily assignments and got to work.

My phone buzzed, James:

Sarah we need to talk, meet me for lunch 1:30pm, the deli across the street.

Sure, but you’re buying. I answered.

We sat down with our lunch in hand, turkey sandwiches with chips and an ice tea.

“So, what now?” I asked taking a bite of my sandwich.

“She’s mad and hurt, called me every name in the book, called you a few names,”

“Nice, what does she want,”

“That’s where it gets tricky, I have to tell you something, but I don’t think I should tell you while you’re eating,” James said.

I stopped eating, I was suddenly not hungry. I wrapped up the rest of my sandwich and put it along with the unopened chips back into the bag. I took a long drink of my ice tea.

“Ok, tell me,”

James took​ my hand and looked me in the eye.

“I love being with you, you get me and you know me,”

I could feel my throat getting tighter, my vision started to blur. I did not want to cry, not in front of him.

“Karen’s pregnant and…”

That was it. I was done, I got up grabbed my lunch and walked away. I made it into the office, went to the ladies room, and lost my lunch.

I stood in front of the mirror sobbing like a school girl, thinking about how stupid I was to get involved with a married man.

I pulled myself together enough to finish my assignments and went home.

My phone buzzed, James:

Can I please come over, I need to finish explaining everything to you.

My phone buzzed, James:

Please, Sarah I love you, you need to know everything.

“Fuck,” I said wiping away fresh tears.

I texted him back

You need to bring, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack. And you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?

My phone buzzed, James:

Deal. I be over in a few.

There was a knock at the door.

I opened the door and there was James holding a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes.

“Fine, come in,” I said and held the door open.

James kissed me on the check on his way in to the apartment.

“Thanks,” he pulled two glasses and dropped an ice cube in each. I opened the bottle and poured.

“Have a seat,” I motioned towards the kitchen table, while I found an ashtray and lighter in the junk drawer.

I opened the pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it and took a deep drag. I exhaled slowly and took a seat across from James.

“Well, here we are,” I downed my drink and poured another.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you,” James said.

“I know, but you won’t ever leave Karen,”

“I can’t, not now,” he took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry,”

“Sorry that you’re​ ending it or that you got caught and have to end it?”

James sighed.

“Nevermind it doesn’t matter, we’re done,” I finished off my drink, put out my cigarette and got up.

As I set the glass down on the counter top James came up behind the, slid his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned into him.

His feel, his smell so familiar and comforting. As mad and frustrated with him as I was, I still want him.

I turned to face him, leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply letting my tongue slide into his mouth and taste him one more time.

I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” James asked.

“Don’t talk, just enjoy it,” I took off my shirt and bra.

Then slid out of my pants and panties. I unbutton, unzipped and pulled off his jeans along with his boxers. James took off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

I kneeled in front of him and rubbed his cock, making him hard. I slid his cock into my mouth sucking and rubbing up and I his shaft.

James ran his hands through my hair and let out a moan.

“Fuck, Sarah,”

I sucked harder, letting him slide deep into my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum, I slid his cock out of my mouth and licked around the tip.

“Like that?” I asked as I stood up in front of him.

James grabbed me and the waist and pulled me onto the bed. He moved down in between my legs, rubbing and kissing the inside of my thighs.

He kissed and licked my clit, sliding his tongue into my pussy. I let out a moan and he pushed in deeper, making my pussy wet from his tonuging.

James moved up my body, kissing and caressing me. He ran his hand over my breast pinching my nipple, rolling his tongue over it then clamping down and sucking.

I reached down and rubbed his cock, sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He slid his fingers into my wet pussy, I arched my back as his fingers slid deep into me.

James kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged.

James moved over me, spread my legs and slid his hard cock into me.

~ ~ ~ ~

I woke​ up and ran to the bathroom. After throwing up nothing but stomach acid, I sat on the cold tile floor.

“Fuck,” I got up, found my daily planner on the kitchen table and started flipping pages back.

It had been about eight weeks since I had last seen James. He had taken a leave of absence from work and was freelancing from home.

Trying to fix his marriage with the now very pregnant Karen. Sarah had seen her in passing at an Everyday Food’s store about two weeks ago.

I sat mulling over my options: tell him, don’t tell him, keep it, don’t keep it.

Two days later I texted James: We need to talk.

Text from James: When and where?

Thursday 8pm my place.

There was a knock on the door, I let James in.

“Come in, take a seat,” I said closing the door behind him​.

“So, what do we need to talk about?” James sat down on the couch.

I took a deep breath.

“I am two months pregnant and I am keeping the baby,” I blurted out all in one breath.

There was a long silence as James staired at Sarah.

“I am not sure what to say,” James got up walked over to me and put his arms are me. I relaxed into his embrace as the tears streamed down my face.

We laid down on the bed and held each other, I feel asleep in his arms.

When I woke up he was gone. My phone buzzed.

Text from James: I can’t be there for you, I have to tell Karen.

I got up showered and dressed for work.

~ ~ ~ ~

Detective Andrews stood in the small one bedroom apartment on the north side of town.

“What do we have?” he asked the responding officer.

“Female, 30 years old, 5’4″ tall, weight 130 pounds, Sarah Fenton, according to her licence. Found here in her home, stabed multiple times and left sitting at her desk.” the officer stated.

“Who found her?”

“Landlord a Mark Williams, came by to ask her about rent, because she was five days late.”

Detective Andrews walked over to the body, sitting in her office chair, slumbed over her desk. He noticed the blue ball point pen laying beside her left hand. He careful moved her hair over to see the edge of an envelope.

“Hey, come get a photo of this,”

The investigator came over and photographed the top of the desk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deadly Ambition

Shane found his thirst for doing the unspeakable during his young adult life. His first was Heather, she was a adventurous active young woman with an open mind when it came to Shane asking her to perform sexual acts for him. She let him tie her up even smack her around a little.

On this particular night Heather was laying on the bed naked with her hands tied behind her back. Shane flipped her over onto her back and straddled her hips, he leaned down over her and kissed her deeply. He rubbed her breasts and caressed her neck.

Shane’s grip tightened around her slim neck, he could feel her heart racing under his hands. He spread her legs apart with his knees and slid his erect cock into her.

As her lips turned blue and her breath ceased Shane came deep in her. Watching her eyes glaze over and go dark.

~ ~ ~ ~
Shane was tall, and skinny with shaggy brown hair. He was a C average student in High School, who managed to graduate despite missing a far amount of school days. His parents Dave and Shelly Henderson were career driven individuals.

Dave Henderson owned a Ford dealership on the outskirts of town and did ok for himself despite being over stressed. He kept a bottle of Jack in the bottom desk drawer, which emerged before lunch, along with his two pack a day habit of Winston’s. Shelly was in real estate, she loved showing houses and selling people on the American dream. They loved their son, and felt that he was doing just fine.

After graduation Dave gave his son a choice, either go to college and live at home or move out and get a job. Shane choose to take a job in a warehouse loading trucks for Everyday Foods. It kept him busy, and gave him enough money to afford his studio apartment just a few blocks away from the warehouse, most days he skateboarded to work. He had an older white Chevy van that he used to move things for people, to make some cash on the side.

Shane worked with a guy named Tommy, a stocky, short guy that had a short fuse when frustrated. Of which Shane had witnessed more than once during his time working with him.

“My cousin is moving, on Saturday,” Tommy announced out of the blue during break on Thursday morning.

“Ok, why do I need to know this?” Shane asked.

“He wants to know if you want to make a few bucks, helping him move stuff with your van,”

“Sure, have him give me a call on Saturday,”

After helping Tommy’s cousin move, Shane went out to grab a bite to eat and relax. Since he was out of town and not sure of what all was around, he drove out Route 18 for a bit and came upon a roadhouse called The Backdoor.

He parked his van in the dirt parking lot and headed inside, it was loud and crowded. Shane took a seat at the bar, ordered a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a beer. He ate ,drank and relaxed, not really paying attention to anything in particular.

“Can I buy you another,” a woman sitting next to him asked, pointing to the empty bottle.

Slightly surprised Shane said “Sure, why not,” he smiled at her.

“I’m Heather,” she put out her hand.

“Shane,” he shook her hand.

Heather was a tall, pretty brunette, with deep green eyes and an inviting smile. They talked casually about life after school and future plans.

“So do you live in Overland?” Heather asked.

“Nope, just passing through,” Shane answered, finishing off his beer.

“Are you up for some fun, or do you need to get back?” she asked.

“Depends on what you consider fun,”

“Follow me, and I’ll show you,” she smiled, paying and heading for the door. Shane followed.

Heather stopped Shane in front of his van slid her arms around him and kissed him.

Heather got into her car and started driving down route 18, back towards Overland.

She pulled into a motel next to an Everyday Foods store. Shane parked his van, got out and joined her in front of room 7. Heather unlocked the door and entered the room, it was your typical shabby $40 a night room. One queen size bed, with rust colored bedspread complete with a mysterious stain. A night stand, with a brass lamp, a pair of chairs around a small table, a t.v. with an oversized mirror behind it attached to the chest of drawers.

“Quaint,” Shane said.

“It will do,” Heather said as she pulled the heavy gold curtains over the picture window.

She pulled the bedspread off and dropped it on the floor.

“At least the sheets are clean,” she smiled at Shane.

Heather stripped and laid out on the bed.

“Nice,” Shane commented as he shed his clothes and joined her.

Shane ran his hands along her body, taking her hard nipple into his mouth and sucking. She let out a moan. He moved down kissing his way to her pussy.

He spread her legs and started licking and sucking on her clit. She pushed up against him and ran her fingers through his hair as he throughly enjoyed her.

Shane moved up and kissed her as she rubbed his erect cock. She leaned over and took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first then letting him slide deeper.

He arched his back, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of him. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, so that she was on her hands and knees. He rubbed her ass, smack, the sound hung in the air. Heather’s​ mouth hung open but no sound emerged.

Shane pushed his cock deep into her ass.

“Fuck,” she yelled out and pushed back against him.

He thrusted into her, fucking her, faster and harder. Till he came deep in her.

Shane collapse on the bed, Heather moved towards him, she slid her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back.

~ ~ ~ ~

A few weeks later there was a knock at Shane’s door, it was​ Heather.

 

 

 



Absolution

Sister Bernadette was born Marie Ann Riggs of Iowa, an everyday ordinary average looking  girl, with dark brown shoulder length hair and green eyes.  The only child of Joseph and Clara Riggs.  Her parents were kind, hard working individuals that knew early on that Marie was not a happy child. She was quite, shy and keept to herself.  When she turned 18 and announced to her parents that she would be joining a convent to take her vows, her parents were releaved that she had found her calling. They wished her well and let her go on her way.

Now named Sister Bernadette she found herself at St. Anthony’s, a small church with just herself and Father Gabriel inhabiting the grounds. Sister Bernadette was taken with Father Gabriel as soon as she laid eyes on him, a good looking man, clean-shaven, with short dark hair and even darker eyes, that just sucked her in. She was completely obedient to him, from the beginning.

Sister Bernadette sat straight up out of a deep sleep.

“What was that?” she strained to hear.

She got out of bed, sliding her bare feet into her slippers, grabbing her robe and slowly opened the door. The hallway was dimmly lit by a nightlight shaped like a cross. She could have sworn there was a noise from Father Gabriel’s room.

Sister Bernadette made her way down the hallway, the door to Father Gabriel’s room was open.

“It’s never open at night,” she said to herself.

She peered in, his bed was empty. She took the back stairs down to the kitchen. As she reached the last step the kitchen light came on, she froze and watched as Eric carried Father Gabriel with his hands and ankles bound with duct tape into the walk-in fridge.

She listened, as Grace threatened Father Gabriel. When he yelled out, she covered her mouth to muffle a cry. After Grace and Eric had left, she creept towards the walk-in.

She stood looking at Father Gabriel taped to the yellow school chair, drenched in his blood, slumped over. She wanted to scream, but her voice was caught in her throat and no sound emerged.

Sister Bernadette fell to her knees in the walk-in fridge, moving her hands in the sign of the cross and mumbling prayers to herself.

Then there was a voice, she stopped praying and listened. The voice spoke to her, telling her what she needed to do now.

“Look at what they have done,” It said.

“You have to put him to rest,” It told her.

She knew what had to be done, Sister Bernadette obeyed the voice in her head. She worked quickly gathering sheets, garbage bags and the wheelbarrow form the gardening shed.

She wrapped him in sheets, covered him with the garbage bags and put him into the wheelbarrow. She scrubbed the walk-in and the yellow school chair, putting it back in the stack downstairs next to the piano in the rec room.

Sister Bernadette then wheeled Father Gabriel’s body out to the garden, she dug a shallow grave between the corn stalks and the zucchini. She dumped him in, covered him up and said a prayer. She took two small pieces of wood along with a piece of twine that she had found in the gardening shed and fashioned a small cross to mark his grave.

She stood in the laundry room taking off her robe, nightgown and slippers. She put them into the washer, added soap and started the cycle. She wandered back upstairs to the bathroom naked.

Sister Bernadette let the hot water wash away the dirt and blood. As she washed she listened to the voice.

“You have to punish them,” It said.

She let out a deep sigh, she thought about Father Gabriel and how she already missed him.

Sister Bernadette dressed in street clothes, she took out of the lost and found and headed out to find Eric and Grace. She spent the day wandering around downtown, she stopped by the deli across from the downtown police station and had a turkey sandwich. While she was enjoying her lunch outside in the warm summer sun she happened to see Detective Eric Stone leaving the station with a co-worker.

“What a small world it is,” she said to herself.

She spent the next few days watching Eric and figuring out where and when she would confront him.

It was half past four on Saturday when there was a knock on Eric’s downtown apartment door.

He answered the door.

“Hello, may I help you,” Eric asked.

“I am Sister Bernadette, from St. Anthony’s. Can I talk to you?” she said.

Eric looked her over and realised that he did know her from Father Gabriel’s photos.

“Sure, come in,” he said holding the door open for her.

They entered Eric’s apartment and took a seat at the kitchen table.

“Would you like a water?” Eric asked. Sister Bernadette nodded Eric grabbed them each a bottle from the fridge.

“So what’s on your mind?” he asked.

“Where’s Grace?” she asked.

“She’ll be back soon,”

“You, know what Father Gabriel did to Grace, and to me?”

“Yes, I do,” Eric opened his water and took a drink.

The door to the apartment opened and as Grace entered the apartment, Sister Bernadette jumped out of her seat, pulled out the knife she was carrying and put it to Eric’s throat.

“Welcome home Grace,” she said.

Grace took all this in as she sat the bag of groceries down. Eric still sitting at the table, Sister Bernadette’s shaking hand pushing the blade slightly into Eric’s neck.

“Take a seat Grace,” she said.

Grace slowly sat down at the table watching Eric’s calm face. She took a deep breath.

“Sister Bernadette? That’s your name right?” Grace asked.

“Why, did you have to kill him, Grace why?” she cried out.

“Why, seriously, because he was manipulating people into preforming sexual acts without their consent,”

Sister Bernadette’s hand shook more, her face was red and she couldn’t keep the tears from falling. Grace watched her become confused and conflicted.

The voice was still there telling her to punish them for taking Father Gabriel.

Grace looked at Eric, as she moved to grab Sister Bernadette, Eric grabbed the knife. Grace held her in a tight hug. Taking her over to the couch and sitting down with her.

“What was your name before?” Grace asked.

Sister Bernadette looked at her slightly confused.

“Marie,” she answered. Grace smiled at her.

“That’s a nice name, do you want to be Marie again?”

“Yes, please call me Marie,” she answered starting to cry harder, Grace held her as she cried and apologize.

Eric pulled out a bottle of Jack and poured three glasses. He handed one to Grace, and sat on the couch next to Marie. He rubbed her back, she turned towards him, he handed her the drink.

“Thanks,” she downed the drink.

“I am so sorry,” she said giving Eric a hug. Eric hugged her back.

Eric poured them another round. Eric and Grace talked to Marie, asking about her family and why she chose to join the church.

Grace keept telling her that it was over, that she could do whatever she wanted to. She could stay here with them for a while till she decided what she wanted. Eric offered that she could talk to a counselor if she wanted.

“It’s ok that I stay with you,” she asked Grace.

Grace kissed her on the forehead and smiled at her.

“Yes, it’s fine,”

Marie stayed with Grace and Eric, she saw a counselor twice a week and was reclaiming herself. Pushing Sister Bernadette further and further away, as she became a new Marie.

It was around September when Marie asked Grace, if she could join her and Eric in bed. Grace was slightly surprised by this request, but open to it, they had all gotten comfort with each other over the last couple of months.

Grace ran this request by Eric, and he agreed.

 

 

 

 

Quick Fix

Prom

As I am sure we all have our own prom stories, this is mine. I was a Senior dating a Junior in High School, as so we attended his Junior prom. This Junior prom was being held in a elementary school gymnasium.

This being my first and only prom, I borrowed a dress from a friend. It was a nice dark green gown that came down to just above my knees, we danced and talked.

As the night progressed I noticed my friend not appearing to be having a good time. His girlfriend was off being a social butterfly and he just looked miserable sitting all alone. My date at the time was being preoccupied with other friends.

So I went over to my lonely looking friend, who I had a history of messing around with. I leaned over and whispered into his ear.

“Count to ten then follow me,” he smiled at me.

I left the gym and found an unlocked classroom down the hallway, he came walking down the hallway and I grabbed him by the arm and lead him into the open classroom.

I locked the door and left the lights off, I then walked over to the teacher’s desk, I removed my panties and took a seat on the edge of the teachers desk. I pulled up my dress and he walked over and stood in front of me.

We kissed and he dropped to his knees in front of me and started to lick and suck my pussy. I spread my legs further and leaned back, feeling his tongue slide into me making my pussy wet and wanting.

He tongued at my clit making me let out a moan of pleasure, I ran my hands through his hair pushing him deeper into me. My pussy was dripping from his tonguing and I wanted him to fuck me.

I pushed him back and he stood up and I undid his pants and took his hard cock into my hand and started stroking it. He moaned, leaned in and kissed me, I could taste my cum on his lips.

I pushed him back and he sat in the teachers desk chair, I got off the desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth licking and sucking. Letting it slide in and out of my mouth, I sucked harder and he moaned.

I stopped and stood up leaned into him and said “Please fuck me,”

He got up and turned me around, and put me on my stomach across the teachers desk. He moved my dress up and he slid two fingers into my wet pussy, moving them in and out and making me want to fuck him even more.

He withdrew his fingers and I felt his hard cock, push into my pussy, feeling him thrust into me deep and hard. He moved faster siding in an out of me, making me cum, I felt my body shudder when he came in me.

He moved away from me and I turned to face him.

“Feel better,” I asked. He moved into me and kissed me hard and deep. I let out a sigh.

“Yes,” he said.

 

Junkyard

We ventured out to an old junkyard out away from town to take some photos, my boyfriend considers himself an armature photographer and I his muse.

I have a cute little body, short but firm, slightly muscular but still have my curves. I also will do anything he asks of me. So today we are out at this junkyard, there is an old yellow ford pickup truck that he says is perfect for a shoot.

So we take a few pictures, me standing next to the driver side door bare chested, so that the side mirror is reflecting my breasts in the photo.

Me with my little blue jean cut off shorts pulled slightly down to showcase my little round ass.

Then me all out naked laying on the hood of the truck. It is at this point my boyfriend puts down the camera and comes over to me.

He pulls me to the edge of the hood and spreads my legs, he sucks and licks and enjoys my shaved, wet, tight pussy.

Feeling his tongue plunge deep into my pussy making me cum, I want to feel his hard cock in me. He stepped back and removed his pants, he then mounted the hood of the truck.

He turned me over so that I was on my hands and knees and he slid his hard cock into my wet, pussy. I pushed back against him thrusting him deeper into me, feeling him fuck me and making me cum.

He thrust faster and deeper into me making me yell out in pleasure.

I moved over to face him, we kiss, I sucked on his tongue as he caressed my breasts.

I then leaned down and take his cock into my mouth enjoying the taste and suck, till he moans and cums in my mouth. Enjoying the sensation of his cum hitting the back of my throat and swallowing it down.

 

That one time

He stood in front me, he leaned in and kissed me, deeply. I sucked on his tongue he let out a sigh.

He unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and hooked his thumbs into my jeans and panties and slid them down to my ankles. I took off my shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor.

I stepped out of my jeans and panties and sat on the edge of the bed. He kneeled before me and ran his hands along the inside of my thighs moving my legs apart. He gently pushed me back on to the bed and moved himself in between my spread legs.

He gently kissed my pussy, before starting to lick and suck at my clit, feeling his tongue slide in and out of my pussy, making me moan with pleasure. As he licked and sucked at my pussy, I ran my hands through his hair pushing him in deeper.

He was making my pussy so wet and wanting to feel him in me. My breath quickens as his tongue flicked at my clit making me cum. He moved up me kissing my stomach and rubbing my breasts, he pinched my hard nipples making me yell out in pleasure.

As he sucked on my rock hard nipples I slid my hand down to my wet pussy, rubbing at my clit. He moved his hand down to join me and slid his fingers into my pussy making me cum again.

He kissed me and I could taste my cum on his lips. I wanted him, wanted to feel him deep in me, fucking me. Enjoying me making me cum all over his cock. He moved away from me and undressed.

He then lowered himself on to me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. Feeling him fill me, his hard cock thrusting deep into me, I let out a yell of passion, it felt so good, so hard and deep. Fucking me harder and faster feeling him slid in and out me making me want to cum.

He stopped and rolled over on to his back I sat up and moved towards him, leaning in and kissing him. I leaned over him and took his erect cock into my mouth and sucked.

I let his cock slid in and out of my mouth feeling it, tasting it, sucking, licking and enjoying it. I straddled his hips and slid his cock into my pussy, slowly moving back and forth letting his cock slide in and out of me. I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, I leaned back and thrust-ed my hips into him.

He let out a moan of pleasure. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. I started moving faster and faster fucking him harder and harder. He pulled me down to him and I felt him cum deep in me. He kissed me and we laid there in silence.

 

Once

Standing at the foot of the bed, naked, you stand behind me and brush my hair to the side and gently kiss the back of my neck. Your arms slide around me and you rub my breasts with your hand.

Lightly pinching my nipple. I can feel your body pushing against mine and holding me close to you. I lay on my back in the center of the bed, and run my hand down to my pussy, I let my fingers slide into my pussy, rubbing my clit making me moan.

You stand there at the foot of the bed and watch me finger myself making my pussy wet. You rub you hard cock, sliding your hand up and down the shaft, wanting to be inside me to feel my tight, wet pussy around your hard cock.

You spread my legs and lower yourself to my pussy. You slowly kiss and lick at my pussy, feeling your tongue slide into me. You lick and suck at my clit, making me so wet and wanting to cum.

I feel your tongue plunge deeper into my pussy and you make my body shudder and cum. You move up my body kissing and rubbing, sucking on my erect, hard nipples.

You run your hand down my body and slip your fingers into my pussy. Feeling your fingers slide deep into me, feeling how wet you make me.

Making me moan and move with your fingers pushing deep into my pussy. You kiss me and I can taste my cum on your lips. I slide my tongue into your mouth and kiss you deeply.

You lay on your back and I move down to your erect, hard cock, I run my hand down the shaft and I slide your cock into my mouth, sucking lightly at first and then I let it slide deeper into my mouth and I suck hard, feeling your cock slide in an out of my mouth.

Making you moan, making you want to cum feeling me suck your cock. I straddle your hips and slide your hard cock into my wet pussy, slowly moving back and forth, sliding your cock deep and then sliding it almost all the way out, just to let you push back in, harder and deeper.

Thrusting my hips against you, feeling you in me, fucking me, making me wet and wanting to cum all over your cock. Wanting to fill you cum deep in me.

You move me off of you and I lay on my stomach, you move in behind me and pull me up to my knees, you slide your cock into me and thrust hard, fucking me fast and hard, making me scream out in pleasure.

We lay there just listening to each-other breath, your hand on my breast rubbing my nipple, moving into me and kissing me, letting me suck on your tongue, you move down and suck on my nipple.

Rubbing my breasts and sucking on my hard, erect nipple. Laying there just breathing, feeling and enjoying the moment.

 

I Won’t Tell

I had a conversation with an slightly older guy who was married and attending college, I walked up to married student housing with him one afternoon so he could grab lunch from home.

I was asking him what was wrong with me that I couldn’t maintain a relationship at that point with anyone. He told me as we were standing in his apartment making ham and cheese sandwiches, that it wasn’t me and if he wasn’t married he would definitely take advantage.

After having this heart to heart discussion he came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in and kissed me sweetly. He then whispered in my ear, believe me it’s taking a lot restraint to not bend you over this couch and enjoy every inch of you. I was flattered.

I grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eye, “I won’t tell,” I leaned into him and kissed him.

He slid his tongue into my mouth and kissed me, deep and hard. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down along with my panties to the floor. He went to his knees and started to lick and suck my pussy.

I let out a moan of pleasure feeling his tongue slide into my pussy and suck on my clit. I ran my hands through his hair and pushed him deeper into me.

My body shuddered as I came. He stood up and kissed me I could taste my cum on his lips.

He undressed and I removed the rest of my clothes, he bent me over the back of the couch and slid his fingers in and out of my wet pussy making me cum again. We moved to the front of the couch and he sat down.

I dropped to my knees and took his erect cock into my mouth, letting it slide in and out of my mouth. Sucking, licking and rubbing my hand long his shaft. He moaned and moved me up to him.

I straddled his hip and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. He rubbed my breasts and pinched my hard nipples, then he sucked on my nipple as I fucked him.

Thrusting him deep into me, he came and we sat there, just breathing, kissing and holding each other.

 

Not A Word

They entered the small apartment, he closed the door behind them, and flipped the deadbolt. He faced her, she was pretty with her dark red hair that fell just past her shoulders, her ample chest being highlighted by her low cut black top and those jeans, nice tight accenting her ass.

He moved towards her and she put her arms around his neck and he kissed her, gently at first, then parting her lips with his tongue and sliding into her mouth. She let out a moan and he ran his hands down to her ass and squeezed.

She pushed up into him and ran her hand down to his crotch and rubbed at his erect cock. He let out a moan. She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers along with his jeans.

He stepped out of them and she took his hard cock and ran her hand up and down his shaft. She slowly started licking and sucking on the tip of his cock. Then slid it into her mouth and sucked letting him slide in and out of her mouth.

He ran his hands through her hair and keep fucking her mouth. She could taste his cum as it hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.

She stood up and removed her shirt and jeans. He then caressed her breasts and reached around and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor. He led her to the bedroom and she laid on the bed, he removed her pink lace panties and tossed them on the floor.

He slowly moved up her body running his hands up her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs. He gently spreed her legs apart and started kissing and licking her pussy.

She arched her back and ran her hands through his hair. He slid his tongue into her warm, wet pussy, licking at her clit and making her cum.

He slid two fingers into her wet pussy pushing them deep into her and making her moan loudly. He moved up to her breasts and sucked on her erect nipple as he fingered her harder and faster, He bit down on her nipple and she yelled out, he moved up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her cum on his lips.

He tuned her over on to her stomach and she got up on her hands and knees. He slid his cock into her wet pussy, thrusting his cock into her deep, hard and fast. She pushed back against him feeling him go deeper into her. He could feel her pussy tighten as she came on his cock. He came deep in her and they collapsed onto the bed.

 

The Act

We entered the hotel room, my heart racing, butterflies in my stomach. I knew what I was doing but it still seemed surreal.

We had, had a sexual relationship way back during my first year of college. There was a serious sexual attraction between us that we openly acted upon.

Now so many years later I am in a hotel room with him ready to act on this attraction once again.

He is also married which make this all the more strange of a thing to be doing.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, I pull a chair from the table and sits in front of him.

“You know how crazy this all is, don’t you?” I asks.

“Yes I do, but we’re here, we have come this far,” he says. I take his hand and take a deep breath.

“It was so long ago and we never even kissed,”

Our relationship was one of two people in a place in their lives that they just needed each other physically.

The no kissing was one of those rules that you give yourself as a young adult so as to not have an emotional attachment to someone. One of those thing that you figure out much later in life that was complete bull shit.

“No time like the present,” he leans into me.

Our lips meet, I feel his tongue slide into my mouth. I lightly suck on his tongue and then slips my tongue into his mouth, he lets out a moan.

“Not bad, guess it was worth waiting for,” I smile at him.

I think once more about how this is crossing a line, I stand up, put the chair back, I kick off my shoes and starts to undress.

“So are we going to do this?” I ask. He gets up and moves towards me, he kisses me deeply.

We shead our clothes and lay on the bed. He runs his hand along my thigh pausing at my pussy then gently runs his fingers across my pussy, sliding his fingers into me. I arch my back and lets out a moan. He leans down and sucks on my nipple as he pushes his fingers into me making me moan.

I push him back and move down to take his erect cock into my mouth, sucking lightly at first and then harder. Running my hand up and down his cock making him moan. I straddle his hips and slowly slide his cock into my wet, tight pussy.

I sit up and thrust my hips against him, I lean back and he reaches up and grabs my breasts, squeezing and pinching my hard nipples. I move quicker letting his cock slide almost all the way out of my pussy and then plunging it back into me.

He grabs me by the hips and rolls me off of him, so that I am now on my back. He slowly moves down my body, kissing my neck and breasts. He spreads my legs, sliding his tongue into me sucking and licking at my clit making me want to cum.

I shudder from the intensity of feeling his tongue in me, licking, sucking, making me cum.

He moves up to kiss me, I can taste my cum on his lips, he slides his cock into me and thrusts deeply. I arch my back and push into him. He thrusts faster into me, kissing me as he cums.

We lay there on the bed letting what had occurred sink in, he moves over and just holds me, feeling me breath next to him. Like any affair it just ends, we shower and walk away. Back to living our lives just as before.