Damaged goods - Sex Stories

Damaged goods

... feeling of her organic vice rippling around him, slowing his actions to a halt buried deep inside her. They froze as orgasms owned them, joined, feeding off each other's heat. Internally floating and tumbling like the dust they'd disturbed that clung and spun in the remaining spears of light. At the natural conclusion, as their surroundings began to prick at the forefront of his conscience, Ryan reanimated and slowly withdrew, her glue trying to selfishly keep him inside. He drifted from her, giving them both space to make themselves presentable, watching her wiggle that tight dress down to her thighs, and brush dust from her belly and heaving chest. No sign of the tattoo she had mentioned. Usually his manners came naturally, but all of a sudden it felt awkward to thank someone he barely knew for sex. He forced the words out, figured he owed her for playing with her fragile state, and there simply didn't seem anything else more appropriate. She just smiled back and said it was her pleasure. He believed her. The shadows were longer as they headed out of the building, the sun burning the scant clouds a dusty orange beyond the cityscape. They stood there side by side, watching as the fireball dipped lower in the sky, then scurried and slid down the earth bank to street level. She put her heels back on and the pair walked the rest of the way to her road in silence, mutually agreeing that it was the end of his journey. There was another long, awkward moment. In any relationship ...

... there's give and take. The fact she'd given up her charms so easily spoke volumes about the kind of girl she really was. No better than her boyfriend, clearly damaged goods, using sex to validate her life choices or paper over the cracks in her relationship. But Ryan felt compelled to hug her and tell her that whatever issues she had would work out. He knew his moral compass was no better. When it came down to the wire, he'd indulged and damn well enjoyed violating her. "Goodbye Melody Kramer contract negotiator. Whatever you choose to do will be the right decision. Of that I'm certain." She gave one of her customary tight-lipped smiles, like she didn't believe him. Their hands brushed, which suddenly seemed an oddly intimate gesture despite what had happened between them. Then she turned and Ryan watched her sashay away in that snug-fitting dress, sans panties, with his come probably drizzling down the inside of her legs. All the way back to the car he wondered about the randomness of their encounter. The chances of being in that spot at that time, of reaching out and offering help to a stranger in distress and the reward for that act. If 'reward' was the right word for coercion and manipulation that, this time, left him feeling strangely cheap and dirty and hollow. He'd fucked a tonne of women like Melody, had teased out the inner slut in all of them. Some were dirtier than others. Some even surprised him with how low they were willing to go when dialled to the max, out of ...