I've Had Enough of Sex!
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,698
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Mistake
Author\'s note: Not so cute and fluffy!
A Mistake
Mick’s Pub was the last place Leese thought to end up, but that’s where her feet took her after the engagement party. She sat down at the stool and ordered a Scotch on the Rocks.
Just her luck. Mick was the bartender. “How’s it going, Lee?”
She just scowled at him. “Don’t you ‘Lee’ me. First you propose, then you stand me up, then you propose to every other female that gets into your bed,” she tossed back her drink in one swallow, not even batting a lash, “Then you have the nerve to ask me ‘how’s it going’?”
“You’re right,” Mick said, agitated. “Forget it.”
He went back to being the bartender, and she the patron. It was as if the past had never happened.
Then the door to Mick’s pub open and an extremely drunken Chris stumbled in. Leese was already on her third Scotch and no better off herself. She’d just gotten up to leave.
“Hey Leese! I just dropped Carla off at her place; she said to check on you. Said you might’ve come here.”
Leese was in no mood to wonder how Carla had guessed.
“Well then, walk me home, bud.”
“My lady.” Chris executed an absurd bow and gallantly offered Leese his arm.
They stumbled along the streets in companionable drunkenness. Right when they got to Leese’s building, she tripped over a crack. Chris caught her up against him before she could fall.
It was a bit chilly outside, but heat boiled in their blood. When Leese didn’t pull away from him fast enough, Chris began to snuggle her neck. Letting out a moan, Leese captured his left lobe in her mouth, sucking the rim and then biting down.
Chris jerked back. For a second they just stared at each other. In the mad haze of alcohol, neither one thought to stop what was about to happen. Dragging her into a near-by alley, Chris pushed Leese up against the brick wall and pulled up her dress. She undid his belt and zipper, freeing his dick and wrapping her legs around his hips in one languid movement. Their mouths melded together, his tongue flicking in and out, capturing the moans coming from the back of her throat.
Ripping her thong off, he adjusting his grip so that one palm braced the wall while the other held onto her thigh, he entered her in one swift thrust. Leese let out a cry of ecstasy. Chris managed to free one perfect breast as he pumped into her. Her nails dug into his skull before she slid her hands down his shirt and clutched his back. Each thrust grew more frantic, Leese felt the wetness in her pussy become overwhelming. She needed the orgasm. And she wanted it now. She moved her arms out from under his shirt and gripped his bare buttocks. Her moans were out of control now.
Turning her head, she managed to suck on a soft spot of Chris’ neck--the flesh behind his ear. It was his turn to let out a groan, and that was all she needed. Their bodies reacted instantaneously. Leese cried his name in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Chris was letting out his own shout of triumph as he came inside her.
They both held onto each other for a few minutes after. Slowly, Chris slipped out of her and pulled his pants back up. Leese adjusted her dress. Despite what had just happened, they were both still very drunk.
“Wow, you’re a great fuck.”
“Thanks!” Leese breathed. My apartment’s just upstairs…in this building…I think.”
“I’ll take you up,” Chris offered.
“I’ll bring you up.” Leese smiled seductively.
The next morning was hell. Leese woke up to the sensation of having eaten an entire bin of cotton, and then--as she finally got herself to move out of bed--she realized her body felt completely sated, and the man responsible was still with her.
Making her way to the kitchen, Leese drank a few glasses of water before returning to the bedroom and putting on some new clothes. When the man in her bed still didn’t move a muscle, she yanked off the sheets and swatted his ass.
“Wake up, bud, time for you to go.”
Chris rolled over on his back and groaned. He had a tremendous headache.
Leese screamed.
Mayhem ensued.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” She screeched.
“Fuck if I know!” Chris shot back.
“Shit, fuck, damn, CRAP!”
“Where the hell are my clothes?”
Leese stalked out of the room to search for his stuff. It would give them--no her--precious time to think. She found his pants thrown over a lamp in her living room. At first she couldn’t find his shirt, so she just tossed him his pants. “Out.” She demanded.
Chris slipped into his pants, but hesitated in leaving. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and let out a long breath. “We need to talk about this.”
“No. WE don’t.” Leese was being firm, decisive. “What happened last night was a mistake. Period. You are still getting married to Tori next month.” Leese stalked to the door and yanked it open. Chris’ shirt was lying there on her front mat. She grabbed it and tossed it to him. “Now go. As far as I’m concerned, this never happened.”
Chris donned his shirt and placed the remaining buttons through their holes as he walked out of her apartment. “Last night--”
“Was a mistake.” Leese shut the door in his face. Stalking to her dresser, she dug out her contract and ripped it to shreds; then she proceeded to clean her sheets.
Author\'s Note: Woah, mixed a name up, woops. Glad someone pointed that out. And that tidbit about a condom contract gets me thinkin....hehe. Anyway, since a few people want there to be more to this story, I\'ll try to come up with somethin. I must say though, this little bunny was just a child of my 8 hour madness on Thanksgiving break.
A Mistake
Mick’s Pub was the last place Leese thought to end up, but that’s where her feet took her after the engagement party. She sat down at the stool and ordered a Scotch on the Rocks.
Just her luck. Mick was the bartender. “How’s it going, Lee?”
She just scowled at him. “Don’t you ‘Lee’ me. First you propose, then you stand me up, then you propose to every other female that gets into your bed,” she tossed back her drink in one swallow, not even batting a lash, “Then you have the nerve to ask me ‘how’s it going’?”
“You’re right,” Mick said, agitated. “Forget it.”
He went back to being the bartender, and she the patron. It was as if the past had never happened.
Then the door to Mick’s pub open and an extremely drunken Chris stumbled in. Leese was already on her third Scotch and no better off herself. She’d just gotten up to leave.
“Hey Leese! I just dropped Carla off at her place; she said to check on you. Said you might’ve come here.”
Leese was in no mood to wonder how Carla had guessed.
“Well then, walk me home, bud.”
“My lady.” Chris executed an absurd bow and gallantly offered Leese his arm.
They stumbled along the streets in companionable drunkenness. Right when they got to Leese’s building, she tripped over a crack. Chris caught her up against him before she could fall.
It was a bit chilly outside, but heat boiled in their blood. When Leese didn’t pull away from him fast enough, Chris began to snuggle her neck. Letting out a moan, Leese captured his left lobe in her mouth, sucking the rim and then biting down.
Chris jerked back. For a second they just stared at each other. In the mad haze of alcohol, neither one thought to stop what was about to happen. Dragging her into a near-by alley, Chris pushed Leese up against the brick wall and pulled up her dress. She undid his belt and zipper, freeing his dick and wrapping her legs around his hips in one languid movement. Their mouths melded together, his tongue flicking in and out, capturing the moans coming from the back of her throat.
Ripping her thong off, he adjusting his grip so that one palm braced the wall while the other held onto her thigh, he entered her in one swift thrust. Leese let out a cry of ecstasy. Chris managed to free one perfect breast as he pumped into her. Her nails dug into his skull before she slid her hands down his shirt and clutched his back. Each thrust grew more frantic, Leese felt the wetness in her pussy become overwhelming. She needed the orgasm. And she wanted it now. She moved her arms out from under his shirt and gripped his bare buttocks. Her moans were out of control now.
Turning her head, she managed to suck on a soft spot of Chris’ neck--the flesh behind his ear. It was his turn to let out a groan, and that was all she needed. Their bodies reacted instantaneously. Leese cried his name in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Chris was letting out his own shout of triumph as he came inside her.
They both held onto each other for a few minutes after. Slowly, Chris slipped out of her and pulled his pants back up. Leese adjusted her dress. Despite what had just happened, they were both still very drunk.
“Wow, you’re a great fuck.”
“Thanks!” Leese breathed. My apartment’s just upstairs…in this building…I think.”
“I’ll take you up,” Chris offered.
“I’ll bring you up.” Leese smiled seductively.
The next morning was hell. Leese woke up to the sensation of having eaten an entire bin of cotton, and then--as she finally got herself to move out of bed--she realized her body felt completely sated, and the man responsible was still with her.
Making her way to the kitchen, Leese drank a few glasses of water before returning to the bedroom and putting on some new clothes. When the man in her bed still didn’t move a muscle, she yanked off the sheets and swatted his ass.
“Wake up, bud, time for you to go.”
Chris rolled over on his back and groaned. He had a tremendous headache.
Leese screamed.
Mayhem ensued.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” She screeched.
“Fuck if I know!” Chris shot back.
“Shit, fuck, damn, CRAP!”
“Where the hell are my clothes?”
Leese stalked out of the room to search for his stuff. It would give them--no her--precious time to think. She found his pants thrown over a lamp in her living room. At first she couldn’t find his shirt, so she just tossed him his pants. “Out.” She demanded.
Chris slipped into his pants, but hesitated in leaving. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and let out a long breath. “We need to talk about this.”
“No. WE don’t.” Leese was being firm, decisive. “What happened last night was a mistake. Period. You are still getting married to Tori next month.” Leese stalked to the door and yanked it open. Chris’ shirt was lying there on her front mat. She grabbed it and tossed it to him. “Now go. As far as I’m concerned, this never happened.”
Chris donned his shirt and placed the remaining buttons through their holes as he walked out of her apartment. “Last night--”
“Was a mistake.” Leese shut the door in his face. Stalking to her dresser, she dug out her contract and ripped it to shreds; then she proceeded to clean her sheets.
Author\'s Note: Woah, mixed a name up, woops. Glad someone pointed that out. And that tidbit about a condom contract gets me thinkin....hehe. Anyway, since a few people want there to be more to this story, I\'ll try to come up with somethin. I must say though, this little bunny was just a child of my 8 hour madness on Thanksgiving break.