You've been spoiled for too long lately, ever since the first night you let someone other than your boyfriend fuck you. The excitement of that night still seared into your brain, the memory of it still makes you wet.
That day you did everything you ever wanted to do that none of your recent boyfriends' were able to do for you. Make you want to be fucked, filled and fucked again, every which way, for hours and hours.
Now you're getting sex on a daily basis, far more than you had in the past, and it was great sex, but routine was a bitch to you. Everyday, during the day you craved it just as much as when Alejandro came home and fucked you hard and fast, always satisfying your need for it. Yet for some reason you crave more now, and within the last couple of weeks have noticed the craving getting more instance, especially when he texts you from work to tease you.
You're always inspired to play with your pussy at home whenever he does that, and soon you find yourself wanting to write material of your own, to maybe add some extra spice to things in our mind.
You're at the coffee shop day to day, writing bits and pieces of what turns out to be an ongoing sex story of a girl who loves to get fucked in the hottest situations.
Adding your own experience with fucking Alejandro behind your boyfriends' back not long before. Remembering that and how the first time was so intense and incredible. You start wishing you could repeat it all over again.
The moment, the intensity of feeling another man's cock pushing into you for the first time, while your boyfriend was off at work.
Your pussy immediately starts to get wet as you continue to write your story in the coffee shop.
As you look up from your laptop, you notice an attractive man glancing back at you, and smiling. You can't help but blush, thinking that he might somehow know what you're writing and thinking about.
He stands up and walks over to you, and as he does you see that he is someone that you recognize from your apartment block. A neighbor of yours in his early twneties, with dark hair and skin, tall and fit and dressed well. You have seen him around from time to time, but have never spoken to him as of yet. Now he is going to change that...
"Hi there, how's it going? You're one of my neighbors aren't you?" he asks with his coffee in hand.
You almost don't know what to say as your mind is still reeling from almost being caught squirming in your seat by him seconds before. You do eventually smile back at him and introduce yourself.
"Hi yes, I think I've seen you around my building. I'm Riley."
"A Pleasure to meet you Riley, I'm Brad." he keeps smiling. "May I join you?"
He sits before you even have time to really answer, not that you were going to say no anyway.
"I don't mean to be rude," he lowers his voice. "but I've seen you here at this coffee shop almost every day, glued to your laptop. You must either be a student or you're writing a book, and from what I can tell it must be a really good book." He can't help but give you a coy smile.
He knows. You think, or you're sure he knows, somehow he knows what you've been writing, or doing or thinking. Again you blush, and try to hide it. "I'm writing, and yes, it's going along very well."
Again he keeps his voice low so others can't hear and says, "I was sitting over there, watching you write, seeing how you were rubbing your thighs together, so I'm going to guess whatever you're writing, it's something hot and nasty. But don't worry, I'm a writer myself as well, and I have come here in the past as well to write my own tales, some being true and some yet to be."
His boldness is a shock to you, but you can't help but feel a sudden flush of excitement wash over your body.
"I have a boyfriend," You mutter, confusing yourself as to why you had to make that obvious to him.
"I don't mind. I still find you very sexy, and the way you blush is very cute. May I ask what you're writing about exactly?"
"Well I don't really know you," you reply.
All he does is smile again at you, as he takes a sip from his coffee, and says, "Well, let's change that shall we?"
A few days later you're at home, working out and looking forward to a nice relaxing day. You're body glistening soon from the morning workout sweat, and you drive yourself harder and faster.
Working out has somehow become routine to you as you believe it helps curb the craving for sex during the day for you. Burning your energy off so you may not even want to think about sex until much later in the day.
There's a knock at the door, and you open it to see Brad, the young neighbor who hit on you at the coffee shop.
"Hello, how are ya? I thought I'd come by since I haven't seen you around for a few days." He looks you up and down, drinking in your hot sweaty body that is barely covered by the tight workout outfit you have on.
Somehow you don't even blush this time. You feel great from the workout but the workout itself didn't do its job in making you not think of sex. And so here you are, letting Brad into your apartment.
