Off The Wall - Sex Stories

Off The Wall

... she tried to ride me harder, but her orgasm consumed her until she collapsed on my chest. My orgasm curled my toes, made my hair stand on end, and it consumed me until I passed out, still reveling in the feel of her body on mine. When I woke the next morning, the room still smelled of sweat and sex. I was alone in the bed. There were no cum stains to be found. The painting on the wall showed a naked woman, laying on a cloth draped table. She is lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, with her hips turned towards the viewer. She has short, darker red hair, small breasts, and wide hips. There is a hint of pubic hair. I could not tell if she had changed any, and perhaps I imagined that there was a hint of a smile on her lips. I understood that she would see anything that happened in that room, but it would be a year before we would meet again. Halloween is coming soon. I believe I have a date at midnight.