Just getting home from work, i decided to sit on my couch with my laptop in my lap trying to think of a new story to write. I was at a loss as I had written so many erotic stories already and posted them. Then I get a ding on my phone so I pick up curious what it was. I got a snap chat from my friend Rachel. I had not talked to her in awhile so I clicked the app and opened it. I opened the chat and saw it say "TONY! YOU WROTE A EROTIC STORY ABOUT ME?!?!?"
I responded yes but told her I didn't put her name in it as most of my stories were based on life situations I experienced. I sent her the link laughing and telling her it was getting great views and responses. I didn't get a response for awhile so I assumed she was reading it wherever.
About an hour later there was a knock at my door. Half way through writing my new story, I closed the lid of my laptop and went to answer the door. Rachel comes storming into my place and looking at me mad, she was wearing tight blue jeans and a black zip up jacket. "WHAT THE FUCK! I read that story and half of it was all made up. Most of that never happened."
I told her "yea, half of that was made up but half was true."
She looked angrily at me asking "Why would you write and post a story like that? What if people see it and figure it out?" I laughed for a minute realizing she was over-reacting and went to sit back on my couch. She stood there staring down at me. "Are you going to answer me?"
I just looked up at her and said "I don't know what your getting upset about. First off its posted anonymously on the net and second off, don't get made at me for making half of it up. You're the one who chickened out just as things were getting hot."
She responded "I didn't run off, I had a friend waiting to go to lunch with me."
I laughed about it and told her "sure you did, things started getting really heavy and hot, you got nervous not knowing how to handle how hot things were getting, got scared and ran off."
She continuing to stand there with her hands crossed responded "first off, I wasn't scared off and honestly even if I didn't leave, you wouldn't even know how to handle all this. You wouldn't know what to do, I'm too much for you to handle and honestly I don't need to worry about you running around and telling people."
I laughed loudly and told her "sure, however you wanna spin it to make yourself feel better. All I know is things got hot and then you grabbed your shit and ran real fast out of her and as far as me not being able to handle you, I would fucking rock your entire existence if I really wanted too."
She started walked towards the door and turned around to say "you can say what you want, you're not ready for this, I'd rock your world and then I'd have to deal with you being all clingy. You wouldn't know what to do with a girl like me."
After hearing that I got up from the couch and walked over to the door before she left, pushed her up against it and told her "you really want to test that theory because I can back my words up but I wouldn't want you running off again when I get too much for you to handle."
She looked me in the eye and asked "is your roommate home?"
I told her I didn't have a roommate anymore, he moved out months ago. Then I said "what, you gonna call my bluff or you want to leave and prove my point because if you stay, I'm not going to be nice, I'm not going to be sensual. I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you good, I'm going to do things to you that you can't imagine and show you why you leaving was probably good then and why you might want to run away now."
She responded "Sure you will, you don't have what it takes to rock my world but as long as you don't tell anyone, I'll show you why you're not even in my league."
With my hand firmly pushed against the door, my other hand moved over and turned the lock. My eyes never leaving hers, I asked her "are you sure your ready for this, now's your last chance to leave." Being friends with one of her past ex's, I knew the kind of girl she was. She liked the sensual sex, she wasn't really the hardcore kinky type of girl, more of the reserved not wanting to experiment type.
She liked the 'love making' and not the hard-core 'fucking' type of girl.
She started to laugh and before she could do anything more I reached behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back leaning her head back and then I started licking her throat. In my mind I knew I was going to show her exactly what she missed out on when she scurried from my place last time.