Short stories

chapter one

I feel his breath on my neck I can smell his cologne all over the room, am numb I can't move my limbs. " I can hear your heart rate your body is responding to me what do you want Susan?" before I can answer the phone rings. Am brought to reality and jump away from him but only for a strong arm to hold my waist and pull me to his chest hmmmm I can feel his c**k Packing and by pants are getting wet, he me over picks my phone presses the answer button and put it on my ear. " Hello" " Susan have you seen my husband?" I turn around to look at my brother and I answer "no" looking at his eyes, " okay if he calls please tell him I will not make it tonight dad got an emergency I be back tomorrow " " I will do and please wish your dad quick recovery " " thank you Susan and Goodnight". I hang up my phone not believing I just lied to my sister in law. Alec was grinding on my ass and I was a mess, I have not been f****d to more than six months and am horny as hell.

Well it all started three days ago Alec came to my room and found me masterbating to a porn of girls kissing and he came in with his c**k in his hand beating the meat, we were in our own world finding for relief and when we did we collapsed on the bed and we stayed quiet for a while until he said that was amazing. We never talked about what happened but it has always been in my mind. He told he had come over for sleep over because his wife was going upstate, but today I woke up all hot in need of a c**k and my imagination ran wild with how it would feel to have him inside of me while I f**k his wife with a strap on. I look at the clock it was 10am and today being Saturday I had no job but for Alec I thought he was at work only to walk in the kitchen with only a T-shirt to find him with a boxer only. " morning Sue" I blush but answer morning back I try to go back to my room to change but he catches me and I can feel his breath on my neck.

I want him so bad I know this is bad but all my moral are thrown out the window when he holds my t**s he press them hard just like I like it while grinding on my ass, I can feel his c**k growing and dripping wet. I match his grinding and my head fall back on his chest his lips are on my neck sucking of which am sure there will be a hickey but I don't give two f**k its so good. He spins me around and removes my T-shirt and sucks my t**s hard while bitingthe n*****s because they are hard, my hand finds his waist band and find his c**k while the other hand is behind his head, I pull out his c**k and its long and thick f**k the meat looks yummy with the precum coming out. I pull his boxer down

and sprang his hard c**k I kissed him again.

Everything was getting hot around me when I looked at him and told him to make me c*m. He smiled and said yes ma'am. His fingertips grazed my outer p***y lips and I was instantly wet for his touch. I motioned for him to sit next to me on the bed and he did. I slid back, spread my legs open wide, and opened my p***y for him. I opened up for him to look at and explore. I wanted him to look. And he did with a smile. He slid his fingers in me and we both moaned. He started sucking my c**t and licking my p***y. I looked up at him and he was staring into my eyes smiling at me. He was proud to be giving me such pleasure. I was climaxing fast and bucking against his fingers. He went down on me again and sucked my c**t with everything he had. I never felt anything like it before. When he stopped sucking and licking on my p***y I was almost there. I had to put my hands on my p***y and help. I was losing control and had to come.

I felt amazing after I came on his hands. He grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him and f****d me. I put my legs on his shoulders so I could move better for him. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to keep going. We are both still hesitant as to what we want from each other. It is more than just s*x. We both know that now but I do not think that either one of us will ever say anything to each other. Things have changed so much for both of us already that I know if I wanted more and was ready for more I would never tell him.

A few months passed. We continued to steal kisses and touches. we hung out more and more. It was so much more than just s*x. So I told him. I told him nearly five years ago now. I said those words that everyone says the first time with fear and hope. I told him I loved him. We both already knew this. But i was the one to say this. He just looked at me and my heart broke. He didn't say it back. He told me that it made him feel good that I loved him. This is not what was supposed to happen. He should have declared his love to me. He should have swept me off my feet into a new life. But he didn't. And he left.

Part of me broke that day. Why couldn't he love me. I decided that i couldn't see him anymore. It wasn't that easy. He was too much a part of all of our lives. It killed me to see him again. It killed me when his name lit the display on my phone. I was breaking more and more at every thought I had of a life with him that could never be. It took a week before he said he loved me. He was in love with me on top of that. I honestly believed my life would change with his declaration. It didn't.

Sure we fooled around some more. it was always hot. It always felt good. Even the s*x felt good. I no longer felt great. I had such horrible guilt every time we were together. I lost a piece of me every single time i let him inside me. And then came the fall out. Two years passed again until we spoke. He still once again proclaimed his love for me and just like that i was sucked back in. Into believing that a future was there. I could not have been more wrong.

He started coming around again but by this time I had moved with my husband. As hard as we tried we were never the same. Of course i didn't let that stop me from f*****g him. Kissing, touching, cumming on his fingers was great. The s*x, while it felt good, made me physically sick. I felt like a w***e after he f****d me. Three showers and I still felt dirty and used. He treated me well that day, told me he loved me, I foolishly believed him in the moment. Guilt and stupidity plagued me for days.

And once again... silence. He visited a few more times and we played around. Deep kisses, stolen touches, and declarations of love. In the blink of an eye I was ghosted once again. Sometimes i think i will never learn. What could he possibly have over me that would make me keep going back. The answer. Nothing. Not one thing. And still the dance continues. I love him for being there when I needed him most. I hate him for how I felt after. He never left his wife.. And still we dance. This dance of hope for a future that will never come. The shared dream of a life together that isn't meant to be. More heartbreak is inevitable. It's been years of romanticising this love story in my head and in my heart. Hope for a future in the light. Heartbreak and disgust in the shadows of our love. And still we dance