Back story:
I am a wife and mother and I recently had an incredible fantasy come true in my life. For years I've read erotica encompassing a wide net of kinks. Something I've craved my whole life is that love-at-first-sight crazy connection and ensuing passion, all logic and common sense be damned. I've fantasized about meeting a sexy stranger who can't resist me either and we just indulge in all levels of wrong together. I figured it would always be a fantasy until I met a boy (actually a grown man, but to me an adorably cute, sexy boy) when I attended a protest in my city by myself. He was also alone and I really liked his sign that he made. I started talking to him even though I'm pretty introverted and shy. We kind of sparred intellectually, feeling each other out and being pleasantly surprised by shared interests and each other's minds. He asked me what my name was and said he'd add me on social media. My first name is common enough but my last name is long, uncommon, and hard to spell. I figured he was gone forever after I blurted my name out to him abruptly before we got separated. No chance to spell it for him or anything.
I checked my phone leaving the protest and was pretty surprised that he'd found me and had already added me. Ever since then I haven't been able to eat or sleep, thoughts of him consuming me.
We attempted to be friends but sparks flew instantly. Two days after we met, it was my birthday and my plans fell through. He accompanied me to the movies so I wouldn't be alone.
I was hooked on him, writing him poetry in the middle of the night, making quick visits to drop off weed, cigarettes and cash (he never asked, I just made up excuses to see him), memorizing his schedule, texting him compulsively.
Ten days after we met, we were intimate. I needed more and we agreed on one last time. Our frenzied pace was taxing for both of us and we both had lives and responsibilities we needed to focus on. We planned to take a break from each other afterwards for a certain amount of time to recover. After the break we are starting anew as friends. Right now I am in the break period and if we can't or won't be friends in the future I still wouldn't change a thing. He renewed my soul and my sexuality. I even realized that I needed to be more open with my husband about my desires. I've started taking my new found constant lust and longing and using him as an outlet for it. Our relationship is probably the best it's ever been.
This story started out just as a journal entry so I could remember our time together. For that reason it is intentionally vague, and my style can be a little disjointed. Also the best way for me to reconnect with the act and accurately portray the energy is through present tense narration. This is the mere tip of the iceberg of how dirty and nasty and loving we were with each other, but the mood is still captured enough for me. I realized after reading it, if I polished it up it wouldn't be a half bad first submission.
Enjoy.
The first thing he says when he sees me is my hair "looks nice like that."
I have a stupid, happy smile on my face and answer with a shy "Thank you."
I busy myself gathering up my purse, phone and keys, wonderful anticipation fluttering inside me.
In my mind I jump him and shove my tongue down his throat.
I nervously pass him a drink tray with coffees and water for us.
We hug and there is nowhere else in the entire universe I would rather be.
We chat. I am chilly and huddle near him while he smokes a cigarette, wanting him to hold me against the cold. I desperately want to give myself to him.
He asks what my t-shirt says. Inside I give him the present I bought for him. He offers me weed and pays attention to me.
We kiss. He reaches into my shorts and caresses my ass and tells me he likes my panties. I show him my bra. He pinches my nipple. I kiss him. My cunt is throbbing. I am stupid crazy for this man.
The front door opens in the other room and the roommate comes in. I separate from him and he immediately starts trying to be funny and joking around to make me laugh. He does it all the time.
