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Disclaimer: If you don't want this now, never did want this, or are
going to be offended by really graphic sexual descriptions of the various
perverted acts I like, then delete it now. I can't be held responsible
for chafing, hurt feelings, or your 12 year old's mind (and future sex
life) if you leave this on the desktop of your computer like an idiot.
My Demon Lover (MF reluc)
by Grumbles (grumbles@juno.com)
The sound of rain filled my studio apartment. Faint lighting from the
courtyard shone underneath my cheap drapes and cast a bluish light over
the dark room. I love the sound of the rain, we get it so seldom that
it's relaxing to just sit and listen. It suited my mood just fine, to be
stuck indoors and alone on a Saturday night. I'd moved to Dallas about a
year ago, relocated and everything thanks to the Company. Cubicle life
as a net admin tech really isn't the greatest way to meet people though,
so alone it was.
Well sure, I had a few acquaintances at the office, and I knew my
neighbors, but nobody I'd trust to hold my hair back if you know what I
mean. So no parties for me. No dates either, unless someone changed the
definition to include small talk after team meetings. I guess what I'm
trying to say is, well it had been a while since my last date. Some of
my female coworkers were nice enough, don't get me wrong, but office
relationships? I'll pass.
It was not the greatest place to be, but for the stock options and
retirement plan I had, I'd tough out worse than this. Then again,
someone to talk to (who wasn't on the internet or brewing me an iced
mocha) would be nice. I know that a lot of guys who've
gone...without..for nearly a year can only think of sex with supermodels
or internet porn queens, but I'd settle for a talk over dinner and a hug.
No kidding. When you're 23, and just starting out a big career, there's
not much energy left for whining about how much sex you wish you could
get. It's not that I didn't masturbate pretty regularly, but it was more
of a shower habit I learned in four years of dorm life, rather than a
fantasy relationship with some hot imaginary blonde.
I was drifting off listening to the rain when a shadow from my porch
light brushed my window. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but it seemed
somehow to move differently than my neighbors usually did. Stealthy, I
guess was the word, it seemed to glide past rather than the usual
shuffle. I was about to go over to my bed and try to get some sleep when
the shadow was back, stopped outside my door. In my apartment complex it
was easy to find the wrong room, so I mentally prepared my "that's down
the hall" speech with as little violent language as I could.
Sure enough, the knock came at the door. It wasn't loud, but
surprisingly firm. If my lost guest had the wrong room, he had convinced
himself pretty well. I was ready, so a few quick steps took me to the
door. I took a breath to make sure I'd be able to make sense, and opened
the door about halfway.
Out in the yellow of my porch light stood a diminutive girl, a woman
really, but young. I looked down at her from my towering 5'10", struck
speechless. This was no drunk bar hopper. She stood several inches
shorter than myself, looking up at me from below my chin with blue eyes
that seemed iridescent. She was pale, wet, and shivering slightly in her
soaked black overcoat which dripped steadily onto the cracked cement
porch. Her hair was short, and clung wetly to her head in patches. My
instincts reached out to her, she needed comfort, a warm bath and a
towel. She looked so defenseless, I almost hugged her right there.
As I was standing dumbstruck, she spoke first, "Um, hi? I know this
sounds kinda strange, but... well I don't know! I was just looking for a
place to dry off for a while, and the laundry room was locked. I really
don't have anywhere else to go, I thought maybe I could come in and warm
up for a moment? Please don't think I'm crazy, I'm just so cold,
anything is better than this damp."
What could I say? Thoughts of serial killer burglars zipped through my
head, but so did cheap 'Playboy Channel' storylines. I took a moment to
calm them, after all I was supposed to be thinking about her question.
I'm the sort of guy who stops for people with flats on the highway, so it
wasn't really a hard choice. She was about to speak again, but I
interrupted, "Oh, of course. I'm sorry, it's not the cleanest of
apartments, but it's dry. Let me get you a towel."
She visibly sighed with relief, if she was a serial killer her acting
was impeccable. I stood aside and flipped on a lamp as she walked past
me into my apartment. She stopped on the tile before the door, moving
aside so I could shut us in. I didn't lock it, so she knew she could
leave at any time. "I'm sorry," She said, "I'll try not to drip on your
carpet." True to her words, she waited shivering and rubbing her hands
together in the corner. With only some limited conversation to explain
things, I took her trench coat from her and replaced it with one of my
best (no holes even) fuzzy towels. Laying the coat over my little metal
stool, I got a look at her.
She toweled her hair and brushed the water off her arms. Her hair was
jet black even dry, and very short. What I hadn't noticed in the dim
light of the courtyard was her skin, it was very pale but not sickly
looking. She was wearing black pants that clung to her skin, more
probably from the rain than from any "skintight look" fashion. Her shirt
was one of those spaghetti strap deals, it showed slim shoulders and a
milk white chest with little droplets of water shining in the lamplight.
I felt reasonably certain if she raised her arms above her head, the
shirt tail would show more than trousers and shapely hips. The dampness
made it cling to her stomach and modest breasts, I couldn't help seeing
the satin straps and tops of her dark red bra as well. She obviously
wasn't a so-called street person, but I tend to trust people. Especially
this girl.
She was attempting dry at her clothes when I realized I didn't even know
her name yet, and she didn't know mine. "I guess this would be a great
time to introduce myself," I said in my usual shy and ungainly style,
"I'm Daniel. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I do have a
dryer, if you'd like to do your clothes. I'd offer you a change, but I
don't have anything your size."
She laughed, "Yeah, well beggars can't be choosers can they? Drying 'em
would be great I guess, if you've got a robe or something? By the way,
I'm Jennifer but you can call me Jenny." She comically took shook my
hand, still rubbing her hair with the other. I dug out some of my
smaller jeans and a sweatshirt, but she just waved them away. "Are you
kidding, two of me would fit those! I'll just use this, if that's okay,"
she ended almost timidly. When I nodded, she grabbed my house robe from
off the back of the chair and looked around. Guessing her question, I
pointed out the small bathroom which was the only room other than the
closet which closed off in my tiny apartment.
Towel, robe and all she sped into the little room and lay her bundle
down on the counter without shutting the door. She started to remove her
top, and just laughed at me when I politely closed it. As much as I
might have wanted to help her disrobe, I wasn't about to take advantage
of her. I might be desperate, but sexual favors in exchange for a place
to sleep is way low. A few quick minutes later, she came out. She'd
taken time to brush down her hair, and it clung damply above her ears.
My robe (almost scandalously short on me I'll admit) was short enough to
show her smooth calves when she walked, holding at arms length her wet
clothing and towel.
Grabbing her trench coat from the entryway, I led her over to the
stackable washer/dryer unit, and helped her load. Her body brushed my
back and shoulder as she slipped by me. She was soft through the silk
robe, but still chilled from the rain. My heart leapt a bit, and my
breath caught in my throat. I hadn't felt this awkward and attracted to
someone since high school dances. Reaching for the door when she did, a
suddenly awkward silent moment passed, my hand cupping hers against the
metal of the handle. Hoping my face didn't turn bright red, I quickly
moved my hand and set the dryer.
"Thirty minutes it is then, and I'm out of your hair. This is really
nice of you, I know I'm a stranger and all but you have no idea what this
means to me," she said in an audibly grateful voice. She sounded almost
afraid, as though my good manners and nature might turn on her at any
moment. Quite understandable, given the situation. I smiled as best as
I could, and sat down on the edge of the bed in the least threatening way
I could. I didn't want to imply anything, but the lounge chair would
make me face away from her.
"You really aren't imposing," I began with a surprisingly steady voice,
"If you need to go then you're welcome to. Please understand, I wouldn't
put anyone out in a cold wet night like tonight, so if you need a place
to stay then let me know. I'm all right with the floor, and I have extra
pillows!" For dramatic effect I grinned goofily and shook a big feather
pillow at her like a moron. It had its intended effect, her face melted
into a combination of amusement and embarrassment strikingly similar to
my sisters' usual expressions in my presence.
I continued, "If you don't want to stay the night, you might as well use
my shower. You've got time, and it's clean. I even use that Tilex
stuff, I promise (I winked jovially). I know you're probably freezing."
Indeed, she was freezing. I worked my hardest not to stare at her, but I
did notice her nipples faintly showing through her girlish bra and her
skin had the look of goose bumps. I made myself look her in the eyes, if
she'd noticed my quick glances she didn't show it. Her eyes were bright
blue, it was almost uncomfortable looking into them. Our gaze caught
only for a moment, and she nodded meekly.
As she headed for the bathroom again, I rattled the niceties of which
knobs were what, where the shampoo was, and where the dry towels were.
As she shut the door, I offered her a drink. I listed the usual, hot
chocolate, apple cider, and lastly some spiced rum. It was my drink of
choice when cold, but the idea of getting a guest drunk and taking
advantage of her made me reluctant to even bring it up. Maybe I
shouldn't have, she sighed audibly from behind the flimsy door, spiced
rum it was.
The mugs tinkled gently as I poured the rum and added what few spices I
had. Sitting down with the mugs in hand, I listened to the shower and
the dryer, waiting. I confess, I was reasonably into my drink by the
time the water was shut off. I looked at the dryer's timer, thirty
minutes to go. A few rustling minutes later, she came out of the shower
wearing the robe again. It wasn't much of a visible difference, but it
was there. She had been frazzled and cold, but the shower warmed her
spirits as much as it had her skin. Her hair was shiny and no longer
matted, and her skin was flushed slightly from the warmth. I handed over
her drink.
She sat down on the other corner of the bed and sipped the warm liquor
slowly, cupping the mug with both hands like a little girl. We
chitchatted a bit, about the unseasonable warm we'd had, and how the rain
had finally come, other nonsense like that. My curiosity and 'protective
male instinct' was screaming in the back of my head, so I had to ask, "I
don't want to pry, I mean it's personal and all but if it's not too rude
of me, err that is..."
"How did I end up alone in the rain," she finished for me with a wistful
grin. I nodded dumbly. She took a deep breath, and her jovial spirits
disappeared. Her pale lips pursed in thought for a moment, as she
searched for a handle on her story. I just sipped my cup, suddenly
noticing that I'd finished it. When she began, her voice choked a bit,
and her eyes shone damp in the light. She started again.
"I was living with this guy, my boyfriend, well more like a lover
really. I had moved out of my folks house, because they didn't like him.
You had to get to know him, before you could love him. That's what I
told myself, at least. He was gruff and remote because it wasn't very
manly to show affection. Well that's what he always told me. So of
course I was in a hurry to get out and see the world, and he was so
strong and handsome and dangerous, I fell in 'love' (she said with a wry
grin) with him. I ran away, and moved in with him. My parents couldn't
say anything, I was nineteen at the time," she spoke the last with rueful
laughter.
"So anyways, here I was, nineteen and living with a 25 year old ex con.
Yeah, he'd been in jail, suppose that should have been a clue? Fat
chance for a hormonal little daddy's girl. So I got a job working as a
secretary, and everything was great. But then, I don't know, I just,
well he just, changed." I took advantage of the pause, I scooted closer.
Maybe she'd think I was hitting on her, but the way she choked on that
last word, well tears ran down her face and I just moved. I put my arm
around her gently, and leaned into her a little.
She leaned her cheek against my chest for a moment, and then turned her
face against me, staring off into the space across my body. She was
openly crying now, but she choked out slowly, "Maybe...it was him all the
time, I just, just didn't see it, but he was so nice, and then...he
wasn't. He started drinking, a lot. Then last night he got REALLY, he
started yelling. After he put his fist through the wall, I just ran
yanno? I ran, and ran, and ran... and" Her words came in a rush, she
clung to me like she was drowning. I just held her and let her cry for a
moment.
After several minutes her tears slowed, she cuddled warm and soft
against my sweatshirt just feeling me there. She looked up at me,
embarrassed at the damp spot her tears had left, and at her outburst.
She dried her eyes with one hand, then put it back down in her lap. She
didn't remove her arm from around me though, and she spoke for the first
time in several minutes, "Hey I'm sorry about...all this. I just, I
don't know. I just really...needed that."
I chuckled a little, she was still afraid she might overstep some
invisible line and become imposing again. When she saw me smile, she
smiled wistfully. It was beautiful, her tear streaked cheeks and tousled
hair, framing a truly innocent and honest smile. I replied, before she
thought I really was upset, "Hey now, I understand. It's all right, you
can talk to me if you need to. Don't worry about me okay, I can take
care of myself. And you to, at least a little."
She sighed gently and held me a little tighter, for a moment searching
for something to say. She grinned a little bit, and looked up at me. My
mind reeled again from her proximity, my protective instincts receded as
her tears had, and in their place I realized things in a rush. Her
proximity, holding herself against me with one slim arm, her small breast
softly brushing against my side. How warm she was, dainty and small but
as changed from the disheveled creature I'd let in and dried off. Her
smell came to me, faint and feminine, delicate but intriguing. And her
eyes, a sparkling deep blue that was almost unnatural, shimmering with a
few remaining tears.
I just moved, slowly. In starts, inching closer. My head tilted, our
eyes locked mutely. My breathing was loud, and the rush of blood in my
ears was intense. I felt faint, out of control, as I watched myself take
a risk I couldn't prevent. Inch by inch, neither of us speaking, we
moved closer. Her lips parted, inches from my own. With one last
hesitation, our mouths met. She melted against me and I enfolded her in
my arms. Nothing else in the room really mattered, I just felt her
warmth against me. Her lips were a little salty from the tears. Our
tongues met, wrestled against our lips for a moment, before gradually
delving deeper, back and forth in each of our mouths in turn. The scent
from her hair, almost like vanilla, filled my nostrils as I felt her
being filling mine.
We slowed, after what seemed like an eternity. We pulled apart slowly,
hesitating to look each other in the eyes. When I did look, I saw more
than I ever had. Gone was the glassy surface of tears and rain, streaked
with red from lack of sleep. Her eyes were warm and deep, they sparkled
with delight and mischief, shone with the radiance of well being that
comes from totally merging, even for a moment, with someone else.
And her eyes were searching, looking in mine for what I saw in hers,
reassuring herself I wasn't offended, afraid, embarrassed. I just looked
back, beaming at such a marvelous creature as though I were a proud
father, loving groom, and worshipping son all in one. We didn't speak,
for fear of breaking the spell. The breaths long moment lasted for ages,
stretching out gently to enfold us both in it's glory.
She made the next move, her lips gently parted again, this time with
confidence, and desire. Again we leaned in, hesitant of what we each
might find in the other. As we neared each other, I could feel her
breath on my face. I reached out with my very being to this lost young
girl, stretching out to kiss, to touch her again. But the spell was
broken, the magic ruined. The dryer buzzed noisily, startling us both.
She pulled back, I let her go instantly. We both looked at each other,
at a loss for words.
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I looked at the lost expression on Jenny's face, and turned towards the
dryer. Conflicting emotions buzzed in the back of my head. On one hand,
there was NO reason for what I had just done, and it was lucky I'd been
startled before I did something she might not have gone along with. She
was obviously hurt and lonely, and I shouldn't take advantage of her.
Then again, it felt so good to have her warm body against mine, to feel
her arms caress my back and her lips wrestle with mine oh so softly. It
had been a while since I'd experienced the touch of a woman, and never
had I held in my arms such beauty.
What if she only responded because she felt indebted to me, or what if
she thought that was the only way to have a place to stay? I couldn't
use fear to force sex, and even if she was lonely and reaching out for
physical comfort, what kind of man would take that offer? I caught her
movement out of the corner of my eye, she just shifted, but it brought me
out of my fumbling self examination.
I turned, and looked at her. My emotions must have been playing across
my face, because her expression was, for a moment, bemused. Her smile
quickly faded into uncertainty, hesitation, I could see in her eyes and
the way she leaned towards me slightly, and then away, in a subtle
rocking motion. Sitting on the same level as I, her head came up only to
my shoulder. How could I take advantage of a girl who trusted me enough
to shower in my own house, one whom the world had so recently rejected?
I stood up with a quick sigh, putting some emotional as well as physical
distance between us by moving off the bed. I started speaking with only
a few falters, "Jenny, I..I don't really know why..well no it's just
that, I'm really sorry. I didn't have the right to kiss you like that,
especially not after you'd been sharing with me your problems so openly.
I don't know why I lost control like that, and if you want to go ahead
and leave right now I'd completely understand, I won't stop you, I'm so
sorry."
I ended in a rush, choking on the last words. I had to take a deep
breath for a moment, but I turned and watched her reaction. She started
to speak, but stopped herself. She paused for a moment, to think, and
her vibrant blue eyes narrowed in thought. With a deep sigh she looked
up and looked me in the eye. Her voice cracking at first, speaking
slowly and deliberately. "Daniel," she said, "I don't want you to be
sorry, first of all. I wanted that kiss as much, maybe more, than you
did. I could have moved away, or turned my head, but I didn't. You were
so close, big and strong, it felt right to hold you. I realize I've been
through a lot in the past few days, but *I* am still making my own
decisions."
I relaxed visibly, relieved that her feelings weren't hurt. And of
course the veiled compliments didn't hurt my undernourished self image
any. She didn't let a moment pass, but smoothly stood up, said softly,
"Daniel, you've been so very good to me, wonderful even. If you'll let
me, I'd like to take you up on your earlier offer. I'd love to stay as
long as you'd let me." With this last, she closed the gap between us.
She moved slowly, letting the robe part slightly to reveal a good deal
of her legs as she tilted her head up and raised her arms. She circled
my neck with her minute hands and molded herself against me. My hands
reflexively grasped her tiny waist, and then my arms folded around her
entirely, pressing my chest into hers as I leaned down to her upturned
face. Her eyes were searching, looking at mine for something. I stopped
close, looking back at her, seeing a world in her eyes. Yes, she was
looking for something, checking my motives, my intentions, my heart and
soul. I saw also a shining admiration, vague uncertainties still
flickering through her gaze, and yes, lust.
Whatever she saw in my eyes, it was enough. Our lips met a second time.
This time I held her to me firmly, as much to keep me feeling upright as
anything. My head spun, the scent of her perfume and her arousal mixed
with the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body and the soft yielding
pressure against my body, my eyes closed shortly after hers did. In the
darkness, I felt her with excruciating detail. Our mouths played
together as her nipples hardened against my chest and my crotch pushed
against her lower stomach. She felt it, murmuring against my lips
wordless expressions whose meaning I could only guess at, she pushed
against me, placing herself in contact with me over her whole body.
My hands began to wander gently, caressing her back and sides, moving up
to her neck and shoulder to tickle the hairs at the base of her skull,
and over the incredibly firm globes of her ass. I cupped her buttocks,
holding her crotch against me while kneading her muscles with my strong
fingers. I felt her hands slip from around my neck and slip gently
between us, running her palms over my chest, and then slipping around to
my ass, grazing the cleft of my ass and tickling my anus. Her hands
slipped up to my back, holding my chest tightly to her.
Our tongues slid over each other, our lips locked together so closely I
couldn't feel where one of us ended, and the other began. Slowing
abruptly, we pulled back and held each other loosely. I opened my eyes,
and saw hers looking at me filled with mischief and lust. Walking
backwards, she took my hands and led me the short distance to the bed.
Mutely, I watched as she dropped the robe from her shoulders, the fabric
rippling slowly as the light garment floated over her contours and landed
on the floor. Her satiny bra held her young firm breasts lightly, the
nipples plainly showing against the red material. As she lay back, one
foot dangling at the knee from the edge of the bed, I got a look at her
in all her glory.
Her skin was pale, almost luminescent in the lamplight. Her waist was
small, showing off her round hips and long shapely legs. She was wearing
matching satin bikinis panties, which rose high on her hips and cupped
her body like the petals of a flower. I removed my old sweatshirt and
sweat pants quickly, casting them onto the robe. I wasn't in a hurry,
but I wanted to take my time with other things. As I approached the bed,
she made room for me, looking up at me as I leaned over her side. I
stretched down once more, playfully running my tongue over her lips as I
ran my hand finally uninterrupted from her thigh to her chest. She
giggled slightly as my light fingers brushed her ribs, caressing her side
and the flat of her stomach.
I began kissing her in earnest, nibbling on her neck as I cupped her
breast. I gently stroked in circles, eventually brushing the nipple with
the back of my thumb. She moaned in my ear, her hand reaching down to
where my penis rubbed against her thigh through my boxers. She rubbed
the head gently, arching her back against my hand. While I started
playing with the nipple in earnest, I leaned down and took the top of her
small breast in my mouth, nibbling the mound and her chest lightly.
Moving down slightly, I unclasped the front hook of her bra and freed her
breasts to my awestruck eyes.
I gasped as they came into view, perfect, pert little cones topped by
tiny pink nipples. Not able to wait any longer, I took a nipple between
my lips. Rolling it back and forth, I ran my nails over her other
breast. Her free hand moved to the back of my head, playing with my hair
as she moaned deep in her throat. I took her hand from my crotch, the
stimulation was too much to last long. When I returned, I took her other
nipple in hand as well, sucking, biting, and pinching in time. Her hips
squirmed, she turned slightly towards me. I felt her hand on my head
pushing me down her body, she arched up towards my hungry exploration
eagerly.
My hand cupped her mound through her soft, damp panties as I marveled at
the softness of her stomach. I drew my lips over her navel and down the
flat of her belly, nuzzling at the hem of her panties. Her hips squirmed
gently, pushing herself rhythmically against my fingers. I felt the
moist valley between her rounded lips, stroking gradually against the
tight fabric. I moved down to her creamy thighs, lost in the heady scent
of her arousal and the smooth muscles of her legs. I moved my hands
underneath her body as I nuzzled the juncture of her crotch, holding the
marvelous globes of her ass, running my fingers teasingly under her
panties. I lifted her gently up to meet my mouth and pressed her crotch
against me as I leaned straight in and pressed my lips against the
outline of her folds.
Her moaning was cut abruptly short by a gasp, her hips bucked and her
thighs strained around my head, fighting not to clasp tightly to my head.
The musky scent and hint of her sweet taste were enough for me, I slid
my fingers underneath the waistband of her dark red panties and slid them
over her hips, down her thighs and off, she lifted her body eagerly to
help me. Her legs spread wide in invitation as she whimpered, squirming
in the cold. I leapt back to the sweet flower of her sex, my tongue
lingeringly caressing the outer folds. Her hands caressed my hair,
holding me against her as she writhed. Not wasting any time, I moved my
soft tongue to her inner folds. The heat of her arousal burned my face.
I explored every fold and crevice, lovingly lapping up the dew of her
lust with abandon.
Removing a hand from stroking her thigh, I began to rub gently at the
entrance to her sex. Alternating, I snaked my stiffened tongue and my
questing finger ever deeper into her tight passage. Her hips bucking in
time, I soon had two fingers pressing against her innermost folds,
stroking with a gentle urgency. My lips found her clitoris, firmly
nibbling its hood and circling it with my tongue. She increased the
pace, bucking against me frantically. I kept up, pistoning into her in
time with her hips. I sucked her clit, pressing firmly with my tongue as
I rode her. Her stomach quivered and she cried out, beginning a panting
keen with her orgasm. She flung her thighs wide, her legs tensed and
shaking, forcing my fingers deeper inside her clutching, flooded vagina.
Her hips slowed after what seemed like several minutes, her moans
replaced by ragged breathing. I shimmied up her body and laid by her
side, stroking her ribs and staring softly at her eyes. She moaned
softly, turning slightly glazed but hungry eyes to meet mine. She kissed
me, pulling me on top of her. When we broke finally for air, she'd
regained more of her composure. She reached between us, grasping my
penis and pulling it towards her open legs. Her eyes implored me even as
I felt the hot wetness brush my rounded glans. She guided me into her,
slowly pressing between her lips and against her straining muscles.
"Wait," I said half into her, "Should we use protection?" Even in my
daze at what was happening, the adolescent terror of unwanted pregnancy
stopped me. She shook her head, urging me on with hands on my hips. I
moved as slowly as I could, looking her in the eyes as I gently invaded
her depths. Her eyes held mine, caressing me with warm looks of lust and
admiration as I felt her heat envelop me.I kissed her softly, wrestling
with her lips as I finally felt her vaginal lips against my crotch.
My body pressed against hers, the warmth of our complete union spreading
through our bodies and taking our breath away. Almost at the same time,
we began to writhe against each other. I began stroking my hardness in
and out, long slow strokes with pauses pressing the flat of my stomach
against her sex. Her pert nipples grazed my chest as we rocked together,
slowly taking and giving pleasure as joined together. Our tongues fought
eagerly and her hands roamed my body as I tried to keep my weight off her
petite form.
Her legs wrapped around me and locked behind my hips. She began to buck
faster, her nails dimpling my ass and rasping against my back. I began
pushing faster with long hard strokes that ended with the slap of my hips
on her thighs. She broke our kiss, pulling me against her full length
body as she panted desperately. She began biting my neck to silence her
ever louder moans, spurring me to even more frantic thrusting. Her moans
became gasps, and I felt her body tensing in another orgasm. She locked
her legs tightly around me, holding me deep inside her as her muscles
rippled around me.
I felt her nails on my back slip quickly, the flash of pain was
exquisite. As she thrashed beneath me, I felt the rush of my impending
ejaculation. She bit down on the flesh of my shoulder, hard. The
closeness, the pain, and the heat of her orgasmic body beneath me hit me
in a rush. The back of my head exploded in dark heat and stars, and I
instinctively thrust deep into her. My penis pulsed, throbbing as I
emptied gushes of semen deep in her depths. Her bucking slowed as I
finished my release, our breathing mingled as we lay with each other,
still joined at the waist.
I rolled to one side, cuddling against her as her breathing slowed and
her body's quivering stopped. Her eyes closed, resting her head against
my shoulder and nuzzling against my chest. I lay awake for a while,
listening to her breathing and stroking her hair, as she slipped into
sleep. Soon I too started to nod off.
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When we woke up the next day, we were still joined together. I made
love to her again, slowly. She showered and then left, and I didn't stop
her. She didn't say where she was going, or even if she'd be back. I
miss her a lot, my work routine seems all the more hollow when I come
home to an empty apartment and remember her. It's been three months
since she left, but I still hope that she'll come back someday. For now,
all I have are fading memories of a chance encounter with my mysterious,
beautiful, demon lover.
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