Hotness of a man

Well spent

She looked down and softly added,

“I have a lot of baggage and I’m not a

very good person. I’ve done things I’m

ashamed of. I want to be different. That’s

why I came so far in order to get away

from what I had become. I…. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but I was

on the verge of committing suicide.”

She glanced up at me then as if to see

if I thought she was crazy.

“What stopped you?” I asked softly.

The look in her eyes was full of truth

as she whispered, “I don’t know. Maybe

it was God.”

I nodded and she looked back down.

I said nothing, but continued to hold her.

She felt like heaven against me and

silently I prayed that I would remain

unexcited as this was too personal of a

moment to have spoiled by the

awkwardness of an erection. My loins

remained still and with quietness of soul, I listened as she said, “I was very

promiscuous in high school. My dad

died the year I graduated from middle

school. My mother was already long

gone from sometime in early childhood.

I can’t really remember her. She left my

father. When he died, I fell apart. I went

to live with my uncle, but I wasn’t right

in the head. I slept with a lot of men

and…… and a few women. I got back on

my feet sort of in college when I met this

man. I thought he was perfect or at least

he seemingly had his life together and

the attention he gave me was flattering

so I hooked up with him. I was with him

for four years. As bad as high school

was the time spent with him was hell on

earth. He used me and yet I didn’t leave even though he was beyond mentally

abusive. I just didn’t see it. I kept trying

to please him, hoping that my life would

stay together. Finally, I couldn’t take it

and I dumped him and ran. After six

months of working myself through things

and trying to get a grasp on life I took

this job and now here I am in the arms of

a man I truly don’t deserve to be with.”

She looked up and the tears were

back as she emotionally said, “You’re

right to fear me. I’m messed up inside. I

meant what I said. I will go. I don’t

want….”

Leaning forward I kissed her, cutting

off all her words. She gasped in surprise

against my lips and then moaned as my

mouth opened on hers. Her hands came up to clasp at the

back of my neck even as her thigh drifted

up my hip. Seemingly lost in the kiss..tried to hold back to show her the real me before i could but I couldn't ,i wanted to love her

and to the best of my heart, I let myself

do exactly that. My hands found her

bottom and lifting up, she obliged by

wrapping her legs about my waist. I

backed her in against a smooth barked

tree and kept kissing her.

She was seemingly as hungry for me

as I was for her and aggressively she

kissed me and ground herself up against

me. I sensed the moment that her self stimulation of rubbing into the pressed

ridge of my shaft outlined against the

front of my pants became too much and

brokenly she cried out with passion,

“What have you done to me! Ohhh!!!”

Her body bucked in my grasp even

as I pressed against her pelvis and

ground her back into the tree. When I felt

that her o****m had run its course I let

her legs fall down and I stepped back a

little from her.

She leaned back against the tree

looking utterly spent. She had a look of

awe on her face as she gazed at me.

Glancing away, she said, “I suppose it

would do no good to tell you just how

badly I would love it for you to rip my

clothes off and make me yours would it?”

Breathing heavy and fighting the

desire to o****m myself, I said, “No, no

it wouldn’t. This is a date. One we

should probably end right here. I find

that I’ve come to appreciate the

understanding of a much greater

awareness of you. The future, if God

wills there to be one, between you and

me is far less scary and more one of

excitement by the moment.”

She glanced back to me, “Do you

involve God in everything to do with

your life?”

“Yes, I do, especially when it comes

to picking out a mate.” I held my hand

out to her and she put hers in mine.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

I asked.

She looked up at me and I saw her

puzzling on something, and as if

discovering something new for herself,

she said, “No, I don’t. I want you to be

you as much as I want to be who I am.

Can I be who I am with you?” She

finished with almost pleadingly, as if she

was a little girl begging for permission

to go outside and play.

“Yes, Samantha. I don’t want you to be

any different than who God made you to

be.”

She gazed at me for a long moment

and then in a clear shift of changing tides

she said, “I’m hungry does this date include a meal?”

My mind immediately leapt to what I

wanted. I wanted to feast on her, but

schooling away the desire she

effortlessly evoked I said, “Of course it

does; only Warbly’s finest diner will

do.”

She laughed and leaned into me as

we walked back to the truck. I opened

her door and before she got up into it,

she leaned in and kissed me. It was

quick and then she was up on the seat

that I had cleaned off, especially just for

her so she didn’t get grease on her

clothes.

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