Semua Bab Unspoken Pleasures : Bab 131 - Bab 140

I didn't know why I couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the bed. It was way too soft and felt like I was sinking in a pool. Back home, I had a solid bed which didn't feel like a bed. Dreams about my step mother strummed, she would push me into the pool to survive; telling if I don't learn to swim, how could I survive in the harsh world? Good thing she had left my father after he'd asked for a divorce when he discovered what she used to do to me. I woke up, hugging a pillow close to me. It was the bed, I concluded - pushing myself out of the bed. I needed Adam. Despite the fact that he was a dickhead. I wanted to know that I wasn't alone in that wide open room, sinking in a bed that I cannot comprehend the capability of its comfort. What about his dogs? They could be loitering around him. Why hadn't he come to me like he'd professed? Maybe, I missed him being a little harsh with me. Atleast it granted me some comfort of his body on me. I bit my lower lip trying to

I had never experienced an orgasm, never for once. Would I say that my previous relationship had been terrible, or Jared had only been selfish whenever we made love?His kisses were top notch but whenever he went down on me - he failed miserably at foreplay. He inserted himself into me and in the next couple of minutes - he was done.I was left unsatisfied, and I was forced to complain about it bitterly to him."Is sex food?" That had been his question, his eyes had held some mockery in them."Or are you cheating on me?" He had turned the tables against me when I wouldn't stop to voice my worries.I looked down at my new bought shiny item, a rubber dildo. Four months had crawled after Jared and I had broken up and it made me feel utterly lonely, miserable and horny. He had moved out of the country for his master's degree but I saw it as an avenue for an escape.I'd known he was chatting up a girl in his school but I didn't care anymore, I had already checked out from the relationship

I thought it was all a dream when I awoke. But my sore wrists gave the implication that something great had happened to me, including my naked body under the sheets. I climbed out of the bed, stumbled to my feet and walked myself to the door. Turning the knob, it was locked. How had it all happened? Had it all been a dream? But I had been naked, had the wildest of sex ever with a stranger. My hand reached downwards, circling my pussy lips which was swollen. I was still wet - judging from my juices on my fingers. It did happened, there was no two ways about it. My phone rang out jarring me from my deep thoughts. I walked towards it and picked it up. "WHERE ARE YOU!" I winced, clutching the phone away from my ear. At the background a loud music was playing, was Chelsea in a club? After awhile, the noise receded and her voice came on again. "You said you were going to meet us at the club, remember?" "Oh, my goodness. It escaped my mind!" I said, my voice muffled b

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began build that I clung to him - gasping."Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples.They tingled and ached.Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.My breath began to race. It felt just like yesterday and the anticipation was slowing biting at me."Don't give me such look," I hissed.He laughed, spreading my legs to ease his frame between. "I don't understand why we broke up, one touch and you want me badly."I rolled my eyes, hating myself for him to be able to read my weakness. "If you're going to keep on talking, just roll off my body." I reached out to drum a fist as usual on his chest but he caught my small hand."You see something about you, you're too damn proud to admit you're wrong," he found my c

When I arrived home, I rushed into my bathroom, slipped out from the jacket Finn had given to me and let the showers run. Every memory of how Ben had touched me lingered still. I scrubbed with a heavy sponge but it couldn't wash off the moans which Ben had evoked in me. He had turned me on, and against all odds I had thoroughly enjoyed the way he made love to me. Made love to me? That wasn't love making. That was forceful taking of my body, and Finn had enjoyed every moment of it. Infact while he was giving me a jacket to conceal my already torn clothes, he made a mention that he would like to watch me and Ben go at it again. Perhaps my skin should have crawled at the mention. Maybe my stomach could have heaved upwards and make me want to retch up vomit. But one look at Ben, all disgust died, and what was there was a reminder of what he'd done to me. The aftertaste of his penetration. His lips on mine. His hands on my breasts, and the way he squeezed them to his