Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... kind of fucking that I liked best. Along with breathing in the aroma of her hair and skin; lightly damp now with perspiration, she provided me with a sweetbassocontinuo of moans, profanities and sighs. The Marquis de Sade would have fully approved.

I looked at her face and saw her beautiful, dark eyes staring at me. With every hard thrust, her face seemed to glow with malice but malice not directed towards me, on the contrary, It was like I was her release, her vengeance on some secret adversary. Was it God, or was it some demon from her unknown past? I never found out.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! “

Her hips and cunt tensed and she held her breath. Snake-like fingers gripped my shoulders and long black nails sank slowly into my flesh. With a final, profound sigh, she came and her body shuddered. Wave after wave washed over her and she whispered a word that I barely understood.

“Fuuuuuuuuuu...ck!”

Her eyes rolled back under their lids and for the first time since I had met her, I saw a sweeter smile play upon her lips. That smile might have hinted at the recollection of something - lost innocence perhaps, how was I to know? Her eyes then opened and their look was one of pride. She lifted her legs and encircled me with them again whereupon I fucked her with renewed conviction.

When I came, I had the overwhelming desire to bite her neck but I restrained the impulse. To have done so would have been to mar her evil loveliness, even though the pain would almost certainly ...

... have pleased her. My cock tensed, my hips and buttocks propelled it home and my balls retracted under a wave of ecstasy. I breathed hard and felt the pent-up fury of desire bleed out of me at first then gush forth in a torrent.

Her arms caressed me gently and we lay with my cock still deep in her ass for several long moments. I lay on my side between her legs and looked out of the window at the faultless vault of stars above us. Finally, she disentangled our limbs and got out of bed. As I watched her leave the room by moonlight my loins still tingled and my heart was aglow.

Don't you dare go falling in love with me…

Apparently, unlike the female praying mantis, she came with a caveat.

~~~~~~

Two days later, over ouzo and Turkish coffee on the balcony, she casually informed me that she would be leaving the next day. I knew better than to ask her where she was going. She handed me an envelope containing a hundred pounds sterling in crisp new notes. I looked at her quizzically and she shook her head with coffee froth on her upper lip.

“Keep it, pay the rent...enjoy yourself.”

~~~~~

I spent a pleasant two weeks by myself; reading, writing, walking, swimming and becoming reacquainted with both the natural and man-made beauties of the island. But my chief burden was trying my best to forget her.

Then one afternoon, I met Jacqueline; a tall, blonde, twenty-eight-year-old American from St Louis, Missouri. Jacqueline was a beautiful, blue-eyed, uncomplicated ...