Desire

Josh was upset. Well, it’s not enough to say that he was upset. In fact, he was furious.
He had opened the link from the photograph of Melissa. The site was owned and run by a man calling himself J Jave, Ppprince of the Dark Night. (He couldn\'t believe the man\'s spelling! No one with the least amount of self respect would call themselves \"Ppprince\".)
The opening sentence explained that he was sharing photographs of a sexual nature with anyone; and for those willing to pay, videos of him and any girl he’d caught on tape. Recently, the self-proclaimed prince wrote, he had \'acquired\' a brunette; a clever and talented Economics student, who unknowingly starred in his online videos. He was, of course, talking about Melissa.
Josh did not like this man. Melissa could have boyfriends; it was okay that she wasn’t a virgin. However, the only one allowed to use, abuse and exploit her would be him, Joshua. Not any pathetic \'Prince\' loser. Quickly he decided on his course of action. He would enjoy watching videos and photographs of her – but involved with this pathetic loser? Yuck. But he’d look at them anyway. He viewed his actions as a heroic sacrifice – she would have been thankful that a considerate man (sic!) took the time to see what she liked. Or get fucked. Or… whatever.
Having satisfied his need to watch her in action, he would take the steps to become her saviour. He would e-mail her some of the pictures, and the URL of J Jave’s site from a fake e-mail address.
Then he, Joshua, would become part of her life. Ah, he thought, what every celebrity needed – a rescue mission! He would heal her wounds, satisfy her desires and use her in every way imaginable. He nodded vigorously. She would be grateful…
***

Melissa and John had enjoyed the nice, sunny Sunday separately. She had been giggling all day with friends, enjoying the opportunity to relax. Melissa met her boyfriend at his apartment with a beaming smile and flung herself in his arms.
-Hello honey. How was your day?
He gave the young woman a dark look. She was not accustomed to receiving dark looks from her boyfriends and was unsure of how to react. She frowned. He touched her back with sturdy hands and then moved his hands to caress her stomach. He kissed her neck passionately - or roughly, Melissa wasn\'t sure.His handling left red marks.
-That good, huh?
She smiled and giggled. Melissa felt strangely excited by his unusual behaviour.
-Touch me, he said, his voice hoarse.
His tough hands nestled in her hair, and he moved her head in order to more easily access her mouth. They kissed ferociously. Melissa could feel that her mouth would bruise, but suddenly overcome with need, she couldn’t care less. He ripped her blouse open, buttons flying. It was a cliché, but in that moment touched something real. She tuggedat his t-shirt and failed to tear it. He smiled, as if at a charming child.
-Eager, are we?
Melissa blushed, for a moment out of character. Her voice came out a whisper.
-I want you.
He took off his shirt.

***
Meanwhile, Josh had realized that a lot of what he planned to do with Melissa was just not possible with the kind of life he was leading. He was a teenager still living at home for chrissakes! Not that he’d ever cared. Now, seeing a chance, he thought that maybe he should take it. He was lazy, it was true. But maybe, he thought, it was just because he had never before had a goal. He would look for a job.
He had contemplated working before, and realized that what he wanted was muscles and money. Being an action film movie star (or porn star!) would be great, but he thought it a tad bit unrealistic. Especially since he didn\'t have the muscles. Not that he lacked the sex appeal; he sneered at the very thought that women wouldn\'t find his body irresistible. Well, he would see if he could do some blue collar job, lifting things and… stuff. He didn’t really know what he would do, but thought his father could get something for him.
He would put off writing the third chapter and concentrate on his rescue/taking advantage of mission. And he wouldn’t e-mail Melissa yet; not until he was ready.
***
John touched Melissa with harsh strokes. He pulled at her hair when he wanted her to move or change pace. He was very comfortable with him in control. Now she wasn\'t the one leading, suggesting and ordering. There was something very sexy about a woman yielding, so to speak, to him. He moved her head up with one hand and smiled at her. Her eyes were larger than before and had a desirous, delirious look. Her lips were red and she was almost panting. She looked very... appealing, Jave thought.

Melissa was strange to this feeling of being dominated. She had been taken by surprise by his actions, but had reacted instinctively. His actions had spoken to some baser instinct in her. Despite her previous experience, she had never realized it could be quite this way. He was strong, demanding. When she had sucked his cock, he had grabbed her hair a bit too forcefully, a bit too porno-esque. Strangely, she had not been afraid nor felt degraded. Well, maybe a bit degraded, but, in a good way. It wasn’t that she trusted John, but rather that the feeling of being manhandled was… exhilarating. It excited her and she would gladly participate in this new game.

Melissa moaned in delight and when he forced her head up with a hand, her heart beat faster.
-What can I do for you?

***
That night, Joshua woke up with a raging desire and a hard-on that needed to be fulfilled (or was it the other way around?). He decided to write the next chapter anyway, feeling inspired. This would be him and Melissa. He pulled down his pajama pants, and grabbed his staff for inspiration. He chose to go directly to the scene where he seduced her.

\"- I’d like to taste you before I bury myself in you, I whispered in her ear. Her hair teased my lips with its light touch.
-You’ll do me first? She asked, smiling at me.
-You want to do me at the same time?\"

Nice, he thought, nice. Now, for some description of her.

\"She tasted as good as she smelt. The musky taste of an excited woman. I licked her bud of pleasure, the centre of nerves. I licked her until she moaned. It didn’t take very long, she was already badly wanting it –me. Then I moved so my cock was above her face, and me still facing her pussy. She sucked me hard, moving her lips and tongue up and down my throbbing shaft.
I blew air on her red lips, to tease her. She giggled, pausing a second from sucking me, and kissed the head of my cock in a mockingly chaste way.\"

Josh thought that was very considerate of him. He had read in a sex magazine that blowing air inside the vagina could cause problems for the girl, and he considered putting that in the text. “Educating the masses” he thought.

\"As she became more wet than I’d ever seen a girl become before (well, except for that one who shot her come across the room – but that’s a story for another time…), I removed myself from her pussy. I got up on my feet, stroking her hair to make her aware of my power over her. She got up on her knees, and sucked me some more. Apparently, she couldn’t get enough of my pre-cum.\"

Yeah, that’s the way, Josh thought. She won’t be able to get enough of me. Then, we’ll start doing it. He closed his eyes. She’ll want it so badly!

\"-Oh, Josh!\"