I feel alive. After months-maybe even years-of depressing moments and sadness, I finally feel alive. I have hope. I have peace in the knowledge that someone shares the same carnal pleasures that I do.
I have the inspiration to write a story. Oh I have wanted to write one before now, but the words have never come to me. I've been busy pretending to be something I am not, being the person people conceive me to be. I have not been my true self...
That is changing. I'd almost given up on men. I had thought no man wanted me, could love me.
Until I met him.
He contacted me via Literotica, to tell me that he enjoyed my stories. Being flattered, I wrote him back. And so it began....
Let me say that he is one sexy man. I knew this before he sent me pictures of him and then I was really hooked. There is something about a man who has his head shaved, broad shoulders, defined chest and a go-tee that really gets me. A real walking oxymoron. He looks tough as nails, but inside lies the heart of a gentleman...
I have a fantasy of him already.
I imagine our first time together. It will be smoldering...if you just touched us you would be burned....
I imagine just walking up to him, our eyes locked on each other, no words being said. I reach up and place my hands on his face, gently. His hands lay rest on my hips, and then slide gently down to my ass. As his lips finally meet mine, he jerks my lower body against his. The kiss that started softly is now hard, tongues fighting against each other.
He warned me that he rips clothes off women, and that is what he does this time. Within moments I am naked, with my body open for his view. I struggle to sit up to help him undress, but then he grabs my wrists and lies atop me. Only his pants are open, his erection still caught behind the briefs. Rubbing it into my damp pussy and looking into my eyes, he speaks.
"You want this bitch?"