6:30 p.m ….”no, we shouldn’t be doing this right now” I softly whisper as he brushes his hands against my breast..I begin to feel my body insecurities rising as he tries to unbutton my pants, I try to push his hands away, im scared he may see the stretch marks on my stomach. I think he can sense my worries and reaches for my pants again and roughly pulls me closer into him “I want you, I want all of you Rayna”.

He forcefully pushes me onto the bed and begins to pull my torn up jeans off of me taking my panties with them. I reach for the sheets to cover my stomach and he snatches them up and throws them on the floor. I look up and see him taking a moment, just staring at me as I lay naked, waiting to be taken by him. As we meet eyes, instead of feeling insecure as I usually would, I feel free, as though my insecurities are turning him on. I want him now, even more. He climbs onto the bed and spreads my legs wide. I put my head up and clothes my eyes and enjoy his tongue caressing and circling my swollen pussy. Ive never felt like this before, so comfortable during sex. Like I have no worries in the world. My body is floating and I let out a moan. I cant wait to ride this dick, I think to myself. I feel his fingers entering my wet insides pulsating in and out. Still his tongue sucking my juices to the surface of my pussy.I throw my arms above my head and slowly rock my pelvis up and down in sequence with his tongue. Im coming, I feel every part of me rushing to him but I dont want this to end. He tightly grabs my thighs tighter and I cant hold it anymore, my legs are shaking. He jumps up. “what?” I say, shocked and confused at why he just stopped. He looks at me with his seductive eyes and says, “They are here.”

Shit, I forgot. He did tell me he had plans to hang out with some friend tonight. I now hear them talking in the living room, discussing dinner plans. ” I put my t-shirt and ripped up jeans back on. He opens the bedroom door and heads for the living room to greet his friends. Its a guy and girl and they both seem jolly and happy to see him. They both walk over to sit down on the couch adjacent from the chair I was sitting in. They smile and acknowledge me, but they do not speak, I dont mind. He sits on the couch beside them and we lock eyes.

“Is this what I have been missing, Ive never felt this good before.” All I could think about as they talked was how good his dick would feel inside me, and how I would ride it until he moaned louder than I ever have.

11 p.m. I hear the keys jiggling and the door knob turn. He walks in, closing the door behind him. I get up out of bed and walk into the living room where he sits on the couch and takes his shirt off. I stand there for a few seconds just staring at him, trying to see him. He beckons me over and I slowly walk over, undressing myself as I get closer. I throw my legs over his body and sit on his lap. I bring his hands up to my breast and move in closer to steal a passionate kiss. I pull his hard dick out and put it inside me and slowly begin to ride. I could feel my entire body floating and enjoying the ride as I gradually increase my speed. I tilt my head back in pure bliss. He begins to moan and I cant help but look at his facial expression. He has his eyes closed, but I could tell he was enjoying every bit of this. We begin moving faster together, in sequence and I rocked back and forth on his rock hard dick. He moans again and I cant help but let out one as well. Our lips touching, we were in sync. My legs begin to shake and he puts his head back, I know he is coming, coming inside me, I let it go and I feel my juices running as I orgasm with him. “Knock! Knock!” I am awaken by someone knocking on the door. “knock! Knock!” “who is it!” I yell. “Open up, its Marcus!” “Shit!” I think to myself and I scurry to cover my naked body “Coming!” I yell to Marcus as I grab my robe. As I put my robe on, I start thinking about my intense dream I just had. “who is this mystery guy from my dreams? His face is blurry but I feel his personality and warmth. His dark blue eye, and dirty blonde hair. Why doesnt he have a name? Far from my type normally, but for some reason I keep having recurring dreams of the same guy. I rush to the door and let Marcus in……..

(This is my first time ever writing anything like this and putting it out there for the world to read. So I would really love your thoughts and comments on how I did. Thanks everyone!)