All Chapters of DARK CRAVINGS. A COLLECTION OF STEAMY, SHORT STORIES.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Are you sure you are ready to do this, Anne?” he had asked the umpteenth time, and my answers were still the same.“Yes, Rick.”“Nobody is going to find out,” I continued. “As long as you don't say a word to anyone about what we did, I'd definitely act like nothing happened.” I'm sure he could see the plea in my eyes. Plea for a potential long night of sexual satisfaction, a lustful exhibition, and a pleasure craving.“Please—” My timbre was shaky, but I knew he knew how authentic it was. I needed him, and I love that I needed him.“Please make love to me, Rick.” I pulled myself closer to him, holding the collar of his shirt, while stretching my face upwards to meet his. Rick would pass for a basketball player or maybe a model if engineering wasn't something he had always loved. His height was one of the, if not the most, arguably, finessed features about him.

“You really have to trust me on this, Jane,” he continued. I listened with keen interest. “I'm much more of a good pussy eater than my father is. I swear with everything in me.“You have to give me a chance to fuck you, and I trust you; you'd be mesmerized by how prolific I am with a woman's body.”“I have got to go, John…” I demanded. Leaving him speechless. He has been bragging a whole lot since the evening. Deafening my ears with boring tales of how good he was in bed and much better than his father, “allegedly.”John knew from the onset that I was never going to fall for any of his sugar-coated and perfidious boring tales. I was never attracted to males of my age. He was 27, and I was 25. His father was 65, bigger and better than any of the men I have dated in the past. I knew he (John) knew I was just a paramour. His wife, his mother, was already out of the picture literally. 

At first, it was painful, but then after a few thrusts in the reverse way, me being on top and bouncing up and down on his dick, I felt comfortable and relaxed to try something else. I felt I was ready for the main action. I stood up, massaged his dick, and with my eyes, I was fastidious about getting rimmed. John was making me see the other sides of myself that I never knew existed, or maybe had actually tried to tame it, but I had honestly wished to get my ass orally stimulated.The difference between John and his father was he just knew what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where to do it, and how to do it. Safe to say he was sexually more exposed than his father was.“Do you want me to give your ass a treat?” He must have gone through my mind, knowing what had filled my thoughts. I smiled.He stood up, pulled me closer to himself until our skins were nearly compressed into each other's bodies. I could feel his heart racing inside

"You- don't- tell- strangers- your- name?"He asked, dragging the words together in a comically induced way. I tried so hard to keep my laughter from coming out because it was one of the silliest ways to ask a lady for her name that I've ever heard of in all my thirty-five years of existence. "I do" I chuckled. He kept a straight face. I suddenly thought he was more handsome when his face was expressionless."But why should I tell a stranger my name?”He was mute, but for a while, probably thinking of the right words to say. “Anyway. You have to give out your name to this stranger because he already knows you more than you know yourself” he winked. I stared at him in utter confusion. “You need to see how gorgeous you look in your confused state” he smiled, pointing his glass at me, then took it back to his lips, sipped a bit and returned it back to the table. He was sipping

"It's okay if you don't want us to talk about you anyway." He began after he must have sensed that I wasn't ready to open up after the silence that came from me "I'm not dying to know more about his beautiful lady yet, I guess I'd still need all the time in the whole wide world" he continued, winking his eyes. I was mute; I was oddly elated that he had brought me back to reality.  I was already reminiscing about the bad dating ordeal I had with Andrew and those thoughts bring back memories.  Those memories bring back pain. Those pains bring back hate. And I hated to be reminded of such a terrible past, such a horrible past year with my ex.  Such remembrance makes me hate myself. Andrew was the major contributor to my way of life and personality. Andrew was the source of