I Think There May Be Something Seriously Wrong With Me: Remembered Reality

Selling Out

Drinking To

Remembered Reality

He leans over in the car whispering, "I'm going to fuck you when we get home." I am excited. It has been too long since I felt him touch me. I drive faster. Willing us to get home as quickly as possible. I think about pulling over on the side of the highway and letting him have me right there. He must be thinking the same thing. "I want to make you wait," he says. He plays with my hair but won't touch me anywhere else.

As soon as we enter the bedroom he shoves me facedown on the foot of the bed. He rips my panties off. Without warning he enters me. Usually he is all about foreplay. He loves to tease me for hours. Loves to make me beg. Not tonight. I'm not completely ready for him. This is the most delicious part. Feeling myself open up to him. Feeling my body respond to his cock deep inside me. I love to feel him work his way in. He knows this. He knows how to make me crazy. One hand is entwined in my hair, the other resting lightly against my ass. I know he is going to slap my ass eventually. "Did you miss my cock baby?" he whispers as he shoves all of himself into me. "Please," is all I can say.

He pulls my hair so I have to look at him. "You belong to me don't you?" he asks. "No one else," I reply. He smacks my ass. Hard. It's just what I need. I know I'm going to come. He pulls almost all the way out. Teasing me. Rubbing the head of his cock against my slit. I beg for him to finish what he started. He laughs. "Tell me what you want", he says. "Fuck me. Hard! I want to come for you. Please!?!" I'm begging him. He slams into as hard as he can. His balls slap against my clit. I feel the waves coming. Because we aren't alone in the house, I bite my hand to keep from screaming. I push back against him and clench around him. I want to own him like he owns me at this moment.

He says, "What do you want to do?" I turn around and drop to my knees. I want him to come in my mouth. He knows how much I want it. He jerks me up by my arms and throws me on the bed. "I'm not done yet", he says. He stands at the foot of the bed and pulls me to him. I wrap my legs around him. I love feeling him deep inside me. Quickly he makes me come again. It's always like this with him. Easy. My legs shake violently. He laughs, "Nice to see some things never change." I pull away from him. "No more. It's my turn now", I say. I take him in my mouth. I love the power I feel when I do this to him. His hands in my hair. Our tastes mingled. I devour him. There is no other way to describe it. I love having him in my mouth. I want to make him come. I work both my tongue and my hands. I feel it coming. I take him all the way into my mouth so I don't miss one drop. He comes deep in my throat.

"Fuck, I missed you." I think to myself, "You missed fucking me." But I don't say anything in return. I just want to rest until he is ready to fuck me again.

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