Dear You - Sex Stories

Dear You

... responding to each of your thrusts. I can hear the sound of your cock ripping in and out of my wet pussy. My heart was about to jump out of my chest. I don't know what came over me when I told you to put the tip in my ass. I felt high, drunk with the danger you brought into my life that night. You were evil in making me repeat myself, burying your cock deep in my pussy, grinding your hips against my ass, pulling my hair and making me ask again. I suppose I should thank you for taking it slowly with me. I know how wet I can get, and I'd never been as thankful as when you pressed into my ass. I'd let Kevin fuck me in my bum before, but he is smaller than you. And, if I'm being honest - and why not be honest - I'd also like to thank you for not taking it slow once I was ready for you. Why did I enjoy feeling so much like your whore? Yes, your big cock up my ass stretched me and hurt me just so, giving me pleasurable sensations I'd never felt before, but there was something psychological that made me shiver. Thank your fingers for me. Their timing and forcefulness was a miracle as they entered me, giving me my orgasm just as you pulsed and shot cum into my ass. And then I fell to the floor, the room blissfully spinning, feeling stretched in more ways than one. And you kissed me. A nice, long, deep kiss, looked into my eyes, and walked away. Within minutes, I believe, Kevin entered. I was still on the floor, my breasts exposed, ass in shambles, cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. Should I have apologized to him? I had the thought, but he didn't look upset. He looked as though he knew it was going to happen. As if you and I were a force of nature, destined to collide that night. Perhaps I will delete all of this. What good would it do to try and get it to you? You could reach out to me, you know. ;) sigh...