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Do You Want Me?
by Having My Cake (havingmycake@gmail.com)
***
A virtual affair ends with a physical consummation.
(MF, ped, reluc, mast, oral, rom)
***
I pick you up, as we arranged, at 13. As you slide into
the car, I can see that you are as nervous and worried
about this as I am, but we agreed that we need to be
face to face to truly sort this out. We can't go on
like this, pretending that we don't care - it's just
such a hard habit to break. But there are two marriages
and the futures of several children hanging in the
balance.
Touching the back of your hand with my fingers, you
smile and squeeze my hand. On the drive to the hotel,
about 20 minutes away, neither of us can really speak,
there's so much to say and so much that we can't say.
After registering and getting the key, we go upstairs
and into the room.
Closing the door, throwing my bag down on the floor and
turning around to face you. We're standing about six
feet apart, just staring into each other's eyes. My
mouth is so dry and I'm so scared because a few weeks
ago, this moment would have been the culmination of our
dreams and now everything is so uncertain and so
unsure. But I know that I have to be strong for both of
us because this is the only thing that will give us
both closure and ease this pain.
'Do you want me?' You swallow hard and say 'No'. I take
a step towards you and undo a button on my blouse. You
can see the pale pink of my bra strap and you know what
I'm wearing under there. The images of that outfit are
etched in your brain.
'Do you want me?' I undo another button. You can see my
nipples straining against the material, calling you.
Your teeth are clenched together and your hands are
gripped in fists by your sides. You close your eyes and
whisper 'No' but I can see the lie growing in your
jeans and I take another step towards you and run my
finger tip down your arm. The shiver that runs through
you tells me everything I need to know.
'Tell me you don't want me...'
Your breath is like a sob catching at the back of your
throat and in one step, you've swept me against you and
shoved me back against the wall so hard it hurts. I
catch my breath and then your mouth is on mine and your
tongue is inside. Your hands are just ripping the
blouse off, running all over the fabric underneath and
then undoing my belt and my jeans and dragging them
down and off so I'm standing there in my basque and
thong and black stiletto boots.
You're on your knees with your face pressed against my
thighs, loosening the boots and sliding them off one
after another. Your hands run up the inside of my legs,
grab the edge of the lace to drag the thong down and,
as I kick it off, you do what we've both dreamed of and
lick me in one long glorious stroke from hole to clit.
I can't help but moan. I want to touch you and hold
your head against me but you won't let me. You knock my
hands away and stand up, pressing yourself against me,
forcing me back against the wall.
I hate the way you're looking at me. You're trying to
make yourself hate me because of how I make you feel,
so guilty, confused, but so horny and I can't bear to
have you take me like that so I try to push you away,
struggling under your weight, hitting your chest with
my fists, twisting my face away as you try to kiss me
again. You take my wrists and hold them above my head
with one hand whilst you unbutton your fly and my totem
is there, so close but I can't hold him. Your hand is
between my legs and my body betrays me, so wet with
longing, that your fingers just slide inside me. I hear
you gasp and I know how much you want me and how much
this is killing you.
I wrap my legs around your waist as you thrust yourself
into me so hard I wince. But I know it has to be this
way, you can't love me, you won't let yourself. This is
something that has to be done. It's all about rough,
violent sex, our lust, a slaking of a thirst, a
quenching of a need, satisfaction of a desire, the
consummation of so many months of yearning and I want
it as badly as you do. I press myself against you,
feeling you inside me filling me so completely,
touching the deepest part of me and I whisper 'Just
fuck me, let it out and fuck me...' Your mouth is on
mine again and you're slamming into me harder and
harder. It's excruciating and ecstasy at the same time.
I'm gasping with it. Panting and moaning and you're
shouting my name. I can feel all the sensations rising
in me, the way only you can make them and I know that
it doesn't matter how rough this is, my body belongs to
yours, it responds to you, it knows what you need and
what you want and it meets yours and overlaps yours. It
isn't love, it's just primal but it has to be
satisfied. It's as if we've known each other for
eternity and loved each other in so many past lives but
in this one, there is only this.
You let go of my wrists and pull my bottom towards you
you. My arms go around your neck and I'm mouthing your
name breathlessly because the emotion and the feeling
is so strong I can't speak. And then I'm rigid against
you as it hits me, arching into you, tightening round
you, riding the wave of everything we feel for each
other as you release into me, shuddering and shaking.
We're both crying and I'm trying to support us with my
back against the wall because your legs are trembling
so much.
We just stand there like that for what seems like
forever until you realise that I can't stop shivering.
So summoning up your last reserve of strength, you
carry me over to the bed, kick off your shoes, step out
of your jeans and cuddle up to me under the covers,
holding each other, trying to warm ourselves up.
Everything is drained out of us.
And then I remember how short the time we have together
is and I pull off your t-shirt. Your skin is so soft
under my fingers and my lips. My tongue caresses your
nipple, whilst my hands stroke the ripples of the
muscles you worked so hard on for me.
Kissing my way down your stomach, licking your navel,
torturing myself that this is the only time this will
ever happen and knowing I must enjoy every second of
it. Touching your scar hidden amongst the hair on your
lower belly - I feel as if I know your body like my own
and there he is, the thing that torments my dreams,
pushing towards my mouth, knowing what I want and what
you want.
Licking the frenulum and feeling him pulsate against my
tongue, encircling the shaft with my hands and
caressing and stroking and enveloping him with my
mouth. The tip of my tongue still against the sort of
W, which is all that remains of your foreskin, and the
head pressed against the roof of my mouth, sucking and
licking and tickling your balls with my fingers. I
never knew I could feel so turned on and want someone
so much. Your hands are pulling my hair and pressing my
head closer against you and I've taken as much inside
my mouth as I can, pulling it back and forth, sucking
and licking and tickling. Your balls are harder and
harder and I know I have to be careful but I love this
so much and I don't want to stop until the last
possible second.
I can feel you thrusting against me and I'm having to
fight to control your passage with my hands. I can hear
you groaning and whispering my name, the way I've heard
you over the phone and at the last second, I move my
mouth away and it spurts all over my chest.
Finally, pulling off the basque, pushing me onto my
back and kissing me as you use the sheet to clean me
up. Before long, you're kissing me all over, my face,
my nipples, my shoulders, my belly and my whole body is
on fire with wanting you... and I can't believe you're
hard again. Kneeling over me whilst sucking and blowing
on my nipples, I can feel you against my hip and then
all I can think of is your tongue as it licks between
my legs, the way you promised it would.
Your fingers pushing from the inside, sandwiching all
my nerve endings and taking me up there again, arching
against your face and your hand, loving you and hating
you at the same time for the power you have over me...
so hot and so wet, aching for you, tightening round
your fingers and melting over you as my body ripples
with pleasure from the shockwaves running through it.
You sit up and I lift my legs up and press my painted
toe into your mouth in time to the rhythm of your
fingers and then run my foot down your chest to where
he's waiting to be captured between my two feet and
caressed. I hear you whisper, 'where is it?' And I
smile and reach out my hand to drag my bag over, unzip
it and take out the toothbrush. I press it against my
clit, giggling as I press the switch and all the
glorious sensations start.
Knowing you're finally watching me just heightens
everything and I want to remember the look on your face
forever as you take it in, both of us feeling so wanted
and desired and unselfconscious.
My other hand tweaking and tickling my nipple and our
eyes locked together, just enjoying the effect we have
on each other. Then, I have to close my eyes because
I'm trying to concentrate on keeping my feet moving and
I feel you trying to push something into me. Something
hard and familiar, you saw it on the open top of my bag
and you can't help yourself.
Holding the pink ears back as you insert it into me,
pushing it higher and higher and then switching to the
first level on both sides, smiling as you see the
goosebumps starting and switch to the second level,
laughing as my nipples become rigid with pleasure.
The third level starts you quivering as you watch the
shivers running the length of my body, the fourth speed
as I start to moan with pleasure and finally to
maximum, watching the vibrations take hold of me. My
clit being stimulated with the toothbrush and the ears
and by the rabbit from the inside.
You start to push the rabbit in and out of me and then
you put my feet, one by one, onto your shoulders. You
so want to see me the way you always imagined this. You
want to see me coming the way I described it to you. To
see, to hear and to feel. My mouth is open and I'm
pushing against you as you push it into me, grinding
and twisting, my hand pressing the toothbrush harder
against me - exquisite sensations and I'm gasping and
panting and calling to you because I can't take much
more. I start to move the toothbrush away but you
snatch it from me and press it back on, remembering
what I always said about not being able to experience
and manipulate to that final bit.
I scream and throw my arms out, pressing my hips
upwards against the vibrations, opening my legs wide
and arching my back, pushing my nipples up and up. My
skin is glistening, my hands are gripping the sheets
and I'm laughing and crying as you thrust it in and out
of me harder and harder. Watching me, so vulnerable and
so trusting until, finally, you see what you've only
ever heard; panting and screaming as the most complete
orgasm hits, tremors rip through me and my insides
explode soaking the rabbit and your hand.
Suddenly I'm really crying and you put the toothbrush
down, switch the rabbit off, lie down beside me and
just hold me, shaking and trembling until it passes,
leaving me limp and breathless in your arms.
Then, when I'm calm and warm and safe, you make love to
me. Carefully, quietly, with no fireworks, no tricks.
Just acknowledging the way we have come to feel about
each other. Accepting that it happened and that by
doing this and not fighting it, we can come to terms
with it and learn to live with only our friendship.
This time we both climb the mountain together and go
off the edge and it's not earth shattering and there's
no screaming, just a feeling of completeness as if the
part of us that we exchanged has been returned and the
ache of all those dreams is satisfied. We stay locked
together our arms wrapped around each other for as long
as we can, just wanting to hold onto that feeling until
time catches up with us.
We help each other to get dressed, still touching and
caressing and smiling, but no longer nervous or afraid.
You carry my bag and hold my hand as we walk back to
the car and that hand is on my knee the whole drive
back. That's when that damned record by Keane comes on
'This is the last time' and we start to laugh.
I stop the car to let you out and you reach over to
kiss me properly one last time; looking into my eyes
and smiling. We both want to speak, but there is no
more to say. What we have can't survive out here in the
real world. It exists inside us. There will be no more
tears. It is done.
So you squeeze my hand and close the door and watch me
drive away.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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