Everything You Wanted To Know About Revenge - Sex Stories

Everything You Wanted To Know About Revenge

Friday, March 13 I am sitting with my Samsung tablet in a beautiful room in London, taking pictures of you sleeping, with that idiot smile on your face. I smile too, remembering yesterday. Thursday, March 12 "So, this is it, Mary. Tell me what you think?" You stopped the car waiting for my answer. "I like this place. And the water, is it the Thames?" You laughed and said, "No, no, It's the Wenlock Basin. Just love the tranquility here, and we are only a few minutes from the City." I just smiled at you, admiring this urban development filled with dashing boutiques and exotic restaurants. Your appartment was just at the corner of the street. "I can't believe I know a man who lives in a penthouse!" I said without thinking. You rolled your brown eyes with a smirk on your lips, "Wait until you see the view from the 8th floor. It's outstanding at night. Can't wait to bend you over on the balcony thrusting your tight little pussy with the City skyline behind us.” My eyes widened, my cheeks went crimson red, and you leaned over, and brushed your lips on mine. We drove again for one minute or so to your private parking. You opened the door for me, took my luggage and asked, "You have with you a few bricks to hit me if I am not a gentleman, or what?" "Hell yes," I replied and went back to my silent self. Walking to the building, the silence between us felt a bit awkward since we had just met for the first time, even though, we talked to each other for about six months on Lush. We went ...

... through the entry hall to the elevator, hand in hand. You pushed the button. The door opened, and closed behind us. You placed yourself behind me, nibbling my earlobe and kissing my neck, down my jawline. In this tiny place, you looked taller, your black hair turned almost blue in the dim light, like a crow, I thought to myself. I felt your hardened cock brushing at my thigh. This was unbearable. The elevator door on the 8th floor opened before us. We stepped outside. In front of your door, my legs felt like Jell-O. I was glad to know I could soon have his couch to sit on, and get a hold of myself. You roughly pushed me inside your apartment, and slammed the door like a mad man, leaving the luggage in the hallway, "Fuck the luggage,” you hissed between your teeth. Then you pressed your lips on mine, crushing them, devouring them with so much lust. I moved my tongue harshly on yours, and pulled you close with my hands wrapped around your waist. Our kissing, licking and sucking hysteria increased our body heat until we were both burning like a furnace. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and said, "Maybe we can sit on the couch, I am trembling like a leaf." You looked concerned and you proposed a warm bath instead, "I know you are tired because of your long flight. Time to unwind and enjoy my amazing company for two weeks, Mary." "You know, I can't still believe I am here with you, touching you, feeling your warmth and..." You silenced me with a hard kiss, darting your tongue deep, ...