To Come
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,052
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
The Door Opens
Mia got into the cab and the address just rolled off her tongue so easily. The driver made an attempt at conversation. She politely declined. She only wanted to drift off in her thoughts.
She couldn\'t remember when he mentioned it. She remembered the conversation being in dribs and drabs over two months. She remembered she decided it would be okay after her 18th birthday. No reason why, except it would sound better upon recollection: I lost my virginity when I was 18. sounded a lot more reassuring than I did it when I was 17.
Then she remembered how oddly that anal sex came first before losing her virginity.
It was both so tender the first time...
She\'d mew. He\'d stop. Are you okay? Should I stop? She\'d shake her head, look him in the eye. No. Don\'t stop. He\'d move carefully. He\'d kiss her softly. She\'d try to move with him. He\'d tell her to let him do all the work.
Then, they tried new things. Sometimes he was rough, and then sometimes she was rough. She\'d scratch and bite. He\'d pinch and squeeze. She loved it when he took her doggy-style. He loved it when she rode him. The tenderness would always be after. But sometimes the tenderness wasn\'t enough to soothe the shit that had happened through time.
Right now, there hadn\'t been sex or tenderness between them for two months. She didn\'t know if it was love or desire that drove them apart.
As she was reaching the house, she texted him to let him know. She paid the cabbie and got out.
She didn\'t come in a miniskirt like he would have liked. She came in long pants, a tight top and short short hair. She cut her hair to let him know she was a different person from when he left her. She checked herself in the mirror in the lift on her way up.
5... 6... 7...
I look like I have problems deciding if I\'m straight or gay. she mused to herself.
9... 10...
She wondered if he\'d grab her at the door and carry her to the bedroom like a savage. She felt all tingly.
11... 12...
She waited with bated breath.
13... 14...
The doors opened. She walked to the apartment, pressed the doorbell and leaned away from the peep-hole.
The peep-hole darkened. She knew he was watching for about 20 seconds. The small circle on the door lightened once again and the door opened...
A/N
juggling uni apps and a conscience now. updates will trickle in on off days. and that probably isn\'t what readers like to hear. you guys and babes (and everything else in between) probably want more sex. oh well.
hmm. in the meantime, read cillaxox\'s existence.. it\'s got a lot more plot than what i have. and it\'s uplifting too! i\'d like to have fluent storylines like that... hrm.
She couldn\'t remember when he mentioned it. She remembered the conversation being in dribs and drabs over two months. She remembered she decided it would be okay after her 18th birthday. No reason why, except it would sound better upon recollection: I lost my virginity when I was 18. sounded a lot more reassuring than I did it when I was 17.
Then she remembered how oddly that anal sex came first before losing her virginity.
It was both so tender the first time...
She\'d mew. He\'d stop. Are you okay? Should I stop? She\'d shake her head, look him in the eye. No. Don\'t stop. He\'d move carefully. He\'d kiss her softly. She\'d try to move with him. He\'d tell her to let him do all the work.
Then, they tried new things. Sometimes he was rough, and then sometimes she was rough. She\'d scratch and bite. He\'d pinch and squeeze. She loved it when he took her doggy-style. He loved it when she rode him. The tenderness would always be after. But sometimes the tenderness wasn\'t enough to soothe the shit that had happened through time.
Right now, there hadn\'t been sex or tenderness between them for two months. She didn\'t know if it was love or desire that drove them apart.
As she was reaching the house, she texted him to let him know. She paid the cabbie and got out.
She didn\'t come in a miniskirt like he would have liked. She came in long pants, a tight top and short short hair. She cut her hair to let him know she was a different person from when he left her. She checked herself in the mirror in the lift on her way up.
5... 6... 7...
I look like I have problems deciding if I\'m straight or gay. she mused to herself.
9... 10...
She wondered if he\'d grab her at the door and carry her to the bedroom like a savage. She felt all tingly.
11... 12...
She waited with bated breath.
13... 14...
The doors opened. She walked to the apartment, pressed the doorbell and leaned away from the peep-hole.
The peep-hole darkened. She knew he was watching for about 20 seconds. The small circle on the door lightened once again and the door opened...
A/N
juggling uni apps and a conscience now. updates will trickle in on off days. and that probably isn\'t what readers like to hear. you guys and babes (and everything else in between) probably want more sex. oh well.
hmm. in the meantime, read cillaxox\'s existence.. it\'s got a lot more plot than what i have. and it\'s uplifting too! i\'d like to have fluent storylines like that... hrm.