Fantasies come true - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Fantasies come true - chapter 1

I laid in his arms and smiled with a deeply satisfied sigh. I slowly caressed his chest, feeling his muscles under my fingers and kissed it tenderly. “You know, I'm really glad I met you” I smiled, kissing a tender path to his nipple. “You sure know how to make a woman forget everything around her when you make love to her”

He grinned, a macho like, self confident grin I normally hate but for some mysterious reason I didn't mind when he looks at me like that. “You mean, when i fuck her.” His grin got even bigger as he watched my face, waiting for a reaction and then watching my slight smile.

“I really don't know why you get away with that”, I tried to sound angry. “I usually don't like that macho behaviour, and the way you look at me when you talk about 'fucking me'. It sounds so... respect less”

His hand was idly caressing my back, running lightly up and down my spine, his dark eyes looking into mine. “Maybe it's because you loose all your good, old fashioned education and turn into a hungry slut when you moan and squirm in lust feeling my hard cock fuck you.” He grinned again and I felt my face turn red, hating myself for that reaction and starting to get angry at him for speaking out loud what I was barely able to admit to myself. He pulled me closer and kissed my eyes and lips tenderly, the warm embrace pushing the starting anger away and bringing back the soft satisfied glow that seemed to cover my body since I finally collapsed on him after having felt his ...

... warm semen being pumped into my core.

I've just met that man about 5 hours earlier that day. Having ended a unhappy marriage, I started to go out again and, as if I had to prove to myself that I could still attract guys, started to flirt with the men, getting excited when they seemed to be interested and even had a few fast, cheap one night stands. My sex life in the last couple of years of my marriage was pretty much not existent and although the one night stands were making me feel desired and were thrilling when they started, they usually ended predictably �" with the man either being too drunk to get the cock he had been bragging about to get hard or proving once again that men only care about their own lust when they fuck, usually letting me wanting more while they were happily starting to snore.

He kissed my neck and I felt his warm hand circling my breast. “Didn't happen too often to you, hm?” I looked at him not knowing what he meant. “What you felt today” he smiled. “The way you moaned, the way you moved... the way you looked at me when you realized my fingers would bring you a climax before you even touched my cock”

I looked at him, trying to find out if he was bragging but he looked back calmly and that smut grin was not there. I shook my head and cuddled closer, feeling his finger now circle my hardening nipple. “No...” I shook my head, “Not in years”, blushing again as I just made this confession to a man I hardly knew. I inhaled as I felt the fingers catch ...