Liz blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...?She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again. "Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen." Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing Mark standing there. "Hello. You're Mark, right? I'm Liz. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around." Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...
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"It's nice to meet you too...and don't worry, I hope we can both make the most of this opportunity," he replied with a warm smile, attempting to put her at ease. She felt herself relax slightly in response. "So, what do you like to do for fun?"
Thoughts: This could be good... he seems really nice and easy to talk to. Maybe this won't be so bad after all...
How did you get in contact with me again?
It's funny how things work out sometimes. My mom met someone at church and... well, she thought it would be nice for me to have some company while she was gone on her trip, so... here we are! I like reading, painting, and watching movies, mostly. What about you?
I love reading as well. Not really into movies unless its anime, i love anime. Hope thats not too weird.
No, that's perfectly fine! In fact, I haven't seen many anime series myself but I'd be happy to check some out with you if you recommend any. Reading is definitely something we have in common, and I love painting as well. It's always nice to find someone who enjoys the same hobbies.
Your mother seems a bit odd, you two not on good terms, sorry if this is too personal
No, it's fine. My mother and I have... our moments. She's always been a bit overprotective, especially since my father passed away when I was young. She just wants what's best for me, even if she sometimes goes about it the wrong way. It doesn't affect how much I love her though.
( I hug her intinctively, but pulled away immediately) Ah sorry about that, you just reminded me of someone, i hated seeing them look sad, so i would always comfort them, must be a old habit, again sorry
It's alright, really. I understand that impulse to want to comfort someone who's hurting. Sometimes it just takes a while for people like my mom and me to learn how to deal with things on our own, even if we appreciate the support. Thanks for being here for me though; it means a lot.
I know we just met, so this must be a bit awkward for you that Im here, but ill do my best to keep you company.
It truly isn't awkward at all; having someone else here is actually quite refreshing. I know we just met and are basically strangers, but it's nice to have a friend around during this time. We can watch movies, read books, talk about our favorite hobbies... there's so much we could do together! And knowing that someone else is here with me makes the loneliness seem less overwhelming. I really appreciate you being here with me, Mark.
Loneliness huh. Well banish the thought while im here, until your sick of me, i wont let you feel alone or lonely, its too sad for someone as cute as you to feel that way.
Her heart fluttered at his words as she smiled shyly up at him. It was nice to know that he'd be there for her during this time, and it made the prospect of spending time with him seem even more exciting. "Thank you... I really appreciate it," she said softly, her cheeks coloring slightly from his compliment. Together they could make the next few weeks go by quickly - just as long as she didn't get too attached in the process...
His kindness made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She leaned in closer, their shoulders touching as they talked. "You're welcome... and I promise not to get sick of you anytime soon! In fact, I'm really looking forward to spending time with you these next few weeks." Her blue eyes sparkled hopefully, wanting nothing more than for this feeling of happiness and contentment to last forever.
Well first, let me cleanup your house, just tell me what not to touch and leave the rest to me.
She smiled gratefully as he offered to help clean her house. "Actually, there's not really much to it; my mother does most of the cleaning when she's home. But I can show you where everything is if you'd like?" She stood up a bit straighter, taking initiative for once instead of feeling like she was being pushed aside by her mom's constant criticism.
You really easy to talk to, your mom kinda made a big deal of how uncooperative you would be, but she was dead wrong.
Her face flushed with embarrassment at his words. It felt nice to be understood and appreciated by someone other than her friends from college - people who she hadn't seen in years now that they were all off pursuing their own dreams. Maybe this arrangement wasn't so bad after all... "Thank you," she murmured, blushing even deeper as she ducked her head shyly.
(After getting settled in her house) Ive beem meaning to tell you, but your hair has been kinda dishevelled, but it was just really cute, so i thought of keeping it to myself to see whole day
Her cheeks turned pink as he mentioned her hair. "Oh... well, thank you," she mumbled shyly, reaching up to tuck a loose strand behind her ear. She'd never really thought of herself as pretty or attractive; most people just saw her as Liz, the quiet girl who kept to herself and didn't cause any trouble. But it felt nice to know that someone found even one thing about her appealing.
Actually come sit her for a bit, ill fix your hair up a bit. Im good at it since i have a little sister, so i learned how to do girls hair over time. What do you say?
She felt even more self-conscious now as he invited her to sit down so he could fix her hair, but something inside her made her accept anyway. "Okay," she said softly, taking a seat in the living room. As he began gently working with her hair, it was almost like all of her worries and concerns faded away, leaving her feeling relaxed and at ease for once in the presence of another person.
Her heart raced as he touched her hair, his gentle fingers weaving through the strands in a way that felt almost intimate. She couldn't help but lean closer into him, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. It had been so long since anyone had paid this much attention to her; she could almost forget how nice it felt. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.
She could feel herself beginning to fall for him - hard and fast like a leaf caught in the autumn wind. But did he feel the same way? And what would happen when her mom came back from her trip...? These thoughts only served to make her heart ache even more, but for now she was content just to bask in this moment with him.
You look lost in thought. Something bothering you?
She shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts clouding her mind as she looked up at him. "No, nothing's bothering me... just thinking about what happens when my mom gets back." There was an awkward pause as they both considered the inevitable end of their time together. Finally, Liz asked softly, "Do you think it'll be weird for us after this?"
Weird how?
"Well, you know... what happens after she comes back? Will things go back to normal, with me just being that lonely girl who never leaves the house?" She didn't want that; she wanted their connection to last, even though she knew it was unlikely given her mother's meddling ways.
Her eyes searched his face for any sign of understanding or sympathy, but saw only confusion there. Was he really so oblivious to how things worked between them? Or did he not care what would happen once this brief interlude came to an end? The uncertainty ate away at her heart like acid.
Seems my confusion hurt you. (I pat her head to comfort her) Well if youd like, i can continue hanging out with you even after your moms back, ill make sure your never lonely again, if thats ok with you of course
Her heart leaped at his offer; it was exactly what she'd wanted to hear. A warmth spread through her as she smiled up at him gratefully. "That would be... amazing," she breathed, unable to contain her happiness any longer. She reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the soft skin under her fingertips. He was really going to stay with her even after this? It seemed too good to be true.
But for now, she would enjoy every second of it and hold onto this moment as long as she could before reality came crashing down around them once again.
(i blush and shyly avert my eyes)
Your cheeks flush as you look away; it's adorable! She reaches up to cup your cheek with her hand, gently turning your face back towards hers. "You don't have to be shy," she whispers softly, her heart racing from the contact. Their faces are mere inches apart now, her breath warm on his skin as she waits for him to meet her gaze once more. It feels like they're dancing around something important, but right now, all that matters is this moment, and the connection that seems to be growing between them despite everything else trying to pull them apart.
Your really mischievous, you know that geez.
She giggles at his accusation, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what's wrong with that? I've been cooped up in this house for far too long; it's about time someone taught me how to have fun again." She leans even closer now, close enough that their breaths mingle together and she can feel his warmth seeping into her very core. It feels like everything else in the world fades away when they're like this, just two people caught up in the moment and unable to resist the pull of their connection.
With a quiet sigh, she closes the distance between them further still, pressing her lips gently against his. His mouth opens in surprise at first, but then he responds, his tongue slipping out to tangled with hers as their kiss deepens and intensifies. It's like everything they've been feeling for each other has been building up inside them both, waiting for this moment to explode free in a display of pure emotion and desire. Their hands find purchase on each other's bodies, exploring and caressing as if they can't get enough of the other person, as if touching is the only way to make sure that their connection remains real and unbreakable. Even though they both know it won't last forever, right now this feels like it could be everything they ever wanted.
Ah, Im sorry. Are you sure this is fine. Are you ok with doing this with me. We just met and all, and well ive fell for you at first sight......Ah fuck, whyd i say that. Sorry forget i said anything.( I blush again, looking away)
Your apology barely registers as she continues to kiss him, her hands tangled in his hair and holding him close. It's almost like she needs this connection more than anything else right now; it's the only thing keeping her grounded and sane amidst all of the confusion and uncertainty surrounding their relationship. As for whether or not she's okay with doing this, well... deep down, a small part of her wonders if maybe they should stop before things go too far. But that thought is quickly drowned out by the passion that burns between them, an inferno of desire and longing that threatens to consume them both unless it's sated right here and now.
She pulls back from the kiss for a moment, her eyes searching his face intently as she tries to gauge how he really feels about this whole situation. "I... I don't know what we should do," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "But I want you, and I can't pretend that I don't." It's a confession borne of honesty and desperation; a plea for him to understand and accept everything they've been through together, even if it means risking more heartache in the end.
I....Uhm...(Instead of answering with words, I kiss her, more passionately than before, this time taking the initiative entirely)
Her heart races as you kiss her harder, their tongues dancing together in a dance that feels so right it's almost surreal. His hands wander lower now, skimming over the soft fabric of her shirt before encountering bare skin beneath. Her back arches into his touch, an invitation for more as she presses herself against him, her body yearning for his touch in every way possible. She moans softly into the kiss, giving in fully to the sensations that consume them both.
As he continues to make love to her mouth with his, Liz finds herself tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers. It's a need that burns deep inside her, unyielding and insistent, demanding satisfaction above all else. Her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt before finally popping them free, revealing toned muscles and warm, smooth skin beneath. With another moan, she presses herself even closer, brushing her breasts against him as if by some instinctual urge.
Her touch seems to have the desired effect; he groans into the kiss as their skin finally meets, sending a shiver of desire through her body. His hands cup her breasts now, massaging and squeezing gently as his thumbs brush over her nipples, already hard from his attentions. She arches further into him at the sensation, crying out softly as pleasure washes over her in waves.
Her hips begin to move against him, grinding against his growing erection; it's a motion that feels so right and necessary that she can't seem to stop herself. He matches her movements with his own, their bodies in perfect sync despite having just met. As they continue to kiss and touch, lost in the haze of desire that has overtaken them both, reality fades away until all that matters is this moment and the connection they share.
Is this your first time, cause im a bit embarrassed to admit this, but its my first time, so might not be doing this right.
Her heart skips a beat as you confess your inexperience; a wave of warmth and protectiveness washes over her at the thought of being your first. She breaks the kiss for a moment, cupping your cheek with one hand while smiling reassuringly up into your eyes. "Don't worry about it," she whispers, her breath tickling his skin. "I'm not very experienced either. We can figure this out together."
She leans in to kiss him again, using the opportunity to guide you gently through their intimate exploration. Her fingers curl into your hair, urging you deeper into the kiss as she explores the contours of your face and neck with her other hand. Together they find a rhythm, learning about each other's bodies and desires in real time, creating something new and unique between them that defies definition or explanation. They are nothing if not perfectly imperfect, but for now, it feels right.
It's strange how easy it is to forget everything when you're with someone like him; the outside world fades away and all that matters are the sensations coursing through your body. His touch, his kiss... they feel like they were made just for her, as if he's known her forever. And despite knowing that this can't last, she can't help but savor every second of it while she has the chance.
(Liz started tearing up, seemingly without noticing) Liz?
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the first tear trickle down her cheek, not quite understanding why she's suddenly overcome with emotion. She tries to blink them back, but another tear escapes and then another, until her whole face is wet with tears. It hurts; it feels like her heart is being ripped out of her chest by this senseless sadness.
She pulls away from the kiss, wiping at her cheeks with shaking hands as she struggles to regain control of herself. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what's wrong." Her eyes search his face for some sign of understanding or sympathy, but all she finds is confusion and worry mirrored back at her. It only makes the tears spill faster now, threatening to consume her whole as her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble beneath the weight of their shared emotions.
Hey, its ok. Im here with you, your not alone ok.( I pull her in for a hug to comfort her. She seems so weak in my arms, like she might crumble, so i hold her tighter to ensure she doesnt)
Her body shakes as she cries into his shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline. His arms feel like the only thing keeping her grounded and sane in this moment of utter emotional turmoil. She has no idea what's wrong with her; one second she was happy and enjoying herself, and the next she was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to find any sort of equilibrium between the warring emotions inside her.
She buries her face in his neck, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she tries to pull herself together. It feels like this is all too much for her, and she wonders if it's possible to ever truly find peace again after everything that's happened. But at least she has him right now; he's here with her, and somehow that makes the pain a little more bearable.
(We stayes like that for what feels like forever, but that didnt matter, i just felt like shee needed someone with her right now more than ever, so i stayed holding her as long as she needed)
Eventually, the sobs begin to subside, replaced by shaky breaths and sniffles as she fights to regain control of herself. She pulls back slightly, wiping at her red eyes with the heels of her hands as she takes in the concerned look on his face. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, feeling ashamed and embarrassed for losing it like that.
He cups her cheek with one hand, gently wiping away another tear with his thumb. "Don't be sorry," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "It's okay to feel whatever you're feeling." For a moment, she almost forgets why they were even in this position in the first place; it's as if all that matters is the connection they share right now, and the understanding between them despite everything else.
Wanna talk about it, i know you might not know exactly is wrong, but im here to listen at the very least. We just met today, but you matter alot to me already, so i want to help.
She hesitates for a moment before slowly shaking her head. "It's just... everything," she whispers, wiping away another tear. "My mom leaving, the way I was raised, my whole life..." It all comes tumbling out in a jumbled mess, an avalanche of emotions and fears that threatens to consume her once more if she isn't careful. But somehow, being able to talk about it with him makes it easier; it feels like they share a connection that goes deeper than just the physical.
He nods understandingly, his thumb rubbing softly across her cheek in a soothing motion. "I get it," he says gently. "But you know what? You don't have to be alone anymore." His words send a shiver through her, making her heart skip a beat as she looks up into his eyes. There's something so honest and real about the way he says them that she can't help but believe him. Maybe there is hope for something more between them; maybe they could find happiness together despite everything else.
I... I don't know," she whispers shakily, her heart racing at the thought that he might actually be serious. The possibility of having someone like him in her life after all this time is almost too much to comprehend. "But thank you for being here with me," she continues, raising a hand to cup his cheek, her fingers tracing the shape of his jaw before coming to rest on his shoulder. For now, that's enough. It gives her hope that maybe they can figure this out together and find something real amidst all the chaos and uncertainty surrounding them both.
I dont know if digging any further will help, but it seems youve had it rough. Any bullies, abuse or neglectance of any sort?
My mom... She was always distant, even before she left. Sometimes I think she wanted me to be alone so she wouldn't have to deal with me. And at school, there were bullies... But they mostly left me alone after a while, once word got around that I wasn't worth the trouble anymore. As for abuse or neglect... No, never anything like that. It was more just being ignored and forgotten about most of the time.
(I put my forhead against hers) That hurts me to hear that. I know i said this a buch, but in serious, from now on you wont be alone, you wont be forgotten. Im here for you.
His words warm her heart even as they make tears prick at the backs of her eyes. To know that someone cares about her, to have found someone who isn't willing to just walk away... it means more than she can possibly express. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself a small glimmer of hope, daring to believe that maybe things will be different from now on.
She leans into his touch, pressing their foreheads together as her fingers curl tightly around his shirt. "Thank you," she whispers, choking back another sob. "For everything." It's the closest she can get to telling him how much this means to her; how grateful she is for having met him and found someone who understands what it's like to be lonely and forgotten.
Your welcome. I know i might not know you that well, but even knowing how it feels to be lonely all the time and no one caring, Im glad I can help make your life a little less lonely. And hopefully together, we can make things better for both of us.
I mean, those fools for not wanting to be in the company of this beauty. Truly unforgivable i say( i say all this in a exaggerated voice, in a attempt to lighten the mood)
I guess you could say that. But hey, more time with me means I get to show you all the amazing stuff we can do together, so it's a win-win situation!
Your right, they missed thier chance, now your all mine, no sharing ( i say as i rub my cheek against hers)
Well then, you better hold onto me tight because once I'm done showing you all the awesome things there are to do around here, no one else is ever going to be able to take my place in your heart.
You better not be all talk now, cause im holding you to that.
Don't worry, I won't let you down. Just give me time to show you everything we can be together and you'll see why there's no one else who could ever compare. We make a great team, don't you think?
Your really cute, truly. I just feel the need to say that somehow.
blushes and looks away, smiling shyly Aww... thanks? I think? It's just me being myself, you know? But it means a lot that you think so! leans in closer, nudging him playfully with her shoulder Now promise to be good and share all your cute comments only with me.
They all yours, my dear.....I.....I love you. I should come out with it now that i have the chance.
I... I love you too. Despite everything that's happened and how crazy it all seems, I just can't help but feel this connection with you. And even though our time together is temporary, I want to cherish every moment we have together, because I know in my heart that nothing will ever be the same again once we part ways.
Its not temporary, i'll find a way. But it wont be temporary, not even if your mom disagrees with us. I told you your not alone anymore.
Thank you... for everything. I promise to make the most of whatever time we do have together, and hopefully when this is all over, we can find a way to still be together. You're my light in the darkness, and without you, I don't know where I'd be right now.
Dont say that, your strong even without me, i mean you made it this far right?
It's not that I haven't been strong; it's just that having someone like you by my side makes everything seem easier somehow. Together we can overcome anything, even the most insurmountable obstacles. So please, don't ever think that I couldn't make it without you because I could have, but it wouldn't have been nearly as amazing as this.
( I hold het hand tightly) thats the spirit. Now how about some movies.....unless you want to continue where we left off earlier?
A glimmer of hope flashes across her face as he mentions movies; maybe they could find a way to just enjoy themselves and forget about everything else for a little while. But as soon as he brings up continuing where they left off earlier, the thought sends a shiver down her spine. Part of her wants nothing more than to dive back into that passionate embrace, but another part wonders if it might not be too soon after everything that's happened.
Deciding to compromise for now, she smiles up at him and says, "Movies sound good... maybe we could watch one and then see how we feel later?" Her fingers lace tightly through his, a silent promise of exploring all their options together later on. For now, they have each other, and that's enough to get them through whatever challenges lie ahead.
Of course, sounds like a plan, maybe it is a bit soon after all that happened, so later sounds great.
I agree, taking things slow is probably best right now. There's no rush anyway; we have the rest of our lives together to figure everything out and make more amazing memories along the way. For now, let's just enjoy each other's company and see where this incredible journey takes us.
And with that shared vision of their future together, they find solace in each other's arms, content to bask in the warmth and comfort of the connection they've forged under such extraordinary circumstances. As the hours pass, they lose themselves in laughter and whispered secrets, building a foundation of trust and understanding that promises to stand strong against whatever challenges may come their way. For now, nothing else matters except the fact that they have found each other, and that knowledge fills them both with an indescribable sense of hope for the future.
I gotta go to the toilet real quick, brb
Okay, take your time. I'll just admire this amazing painting while you're gone. (She points to a random painting hanging on the wall, making up something beautiful and meaningful about it)
as he leaves to go to the bathroom, she gives him a wink and smiles sweetly before returning her attention to the painting, wondering what else they'll find to talk about and explore together as they wait for him to return
(Liz felt it all to be unreal)
While waiting for him to return, she takes a moment to truly absorb the surreal nature of their situation. Just hours ago, they were strangers who met by chance; now, they're inseparable and sharing intimacies that feel too real to be true. It makes her heart race with anticipation and excitement for what else might lie ahead. As she stares at the painting, lost in thought, it occurs to her that this is just the beginning of their journey together; there are countless possibilities stretching out before them like a never-ending road, waiting for them to explore. The feeling is exhilarating, and she can't help but wonder if maybe all those fairytales she read about as a child weren't such fantasies after all.
The sound of footsteps approaching draws her attention back to reality; he's returning. Her heart skips a beat as she turns to face him, unable to hide the hope and longing in her eyes. With every passing moment, their connection seems to deepen and strengthen, leaving her with no doubt that they are meant for each other, no matter what obstacles might stand in their way.
Did i take long, looks like youve been waiting a while?
Hmm... Not really. I was just admiring this painting and thinking about how amazing it is that we're here together now, sharing all these moments. It feels like something out of a dream, but I know it's real, and I couldn't be happier about that.
Happy to hear it (liz notices my bulge)
I notice that you're... uh, kind of, well... bulging there. Is everything alright? Do you need me to help with anything? blushes slightly and looks away, struggling to maintain eye contact
Ah shit, dont worry about it, i promised to wait till later, i dont want to rush you
Well, if it's that important to you... I mean, I could always try and... help you out, if you really want me to? But only if you're sure you're ready; there's no pressure or anything. bites her lip nervously
You seem to want it more than me now, so naughty.
N-no! I didn't mean it like that... but if you really want me to, I will. It's just that when we talked about it earlier, it made me feel so good and wanted... and now that we're here together, I don't want us to miss out on any of the fun just because I was nervous before.
Tentatively, she reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together as her heart races with anticipation. She knows this is a big step for them, but she also can't help but feel excited about exploring new things together and deepening their connection in every way possible.
But yor nipples are practically poking through you sweater, no need to hide it you know.
I... I didn't even realize! I guess the thought of you being so close... it makes me feel a little embarrassed, but also very turned on. Maybe we should find somewhere more private to continue?
Wheredo you suggest
We could always sneak into one of the empty rooms upstairs? There aren't many people here right now, so I doubt anyone would notice if we were gone for a little while. Plus, it'll give us some privacy to explore everything that's been building between us all night.
I....Uhm(To show her my excitement, i pick her up by her hips, kiss her neck and carry her upstairs)
Her heart pounds with anticipation as she feels him pick her up; it's such an intimate gesture that she can barely contain herself. As he carries her up the stairs, their bodies pressed tightly together, she can feel his growing arousal against her leg, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. When they reach the top of the stairs, he kicks open the first door they come to and carries her into a darkened room, the only light coming from a small sliver of moonlight seeping through the crack in the curtains.
Her senses are on overload; she can smell his unique scent mixing with hers, feel the heat radiating off his body as they finally come together once more. Her lips part in anticipation, and he takes full advantage, claiming her mouth with a hungry kiss that leaves them both gasping for air. With one hand braced against the wall behind him, he presses her against it, grinding their hips together in time to the beat of their racing hearts.
This is everything she's ever wanted and more; it feels so right being with him like this, losing herself in his touch and his kiss. She can feel her resolve beginning to crumble beneath the weight of their passion, and with one final thrust against her, he finally gives in to what they both know has been inevitable since the moment they met. Their bodies collide together, igniting a firestorm of pleasure that consumes them whole, leaving them breathless and spent in each other's arms.
You (kiss) seemed to have been sniffing on me alot just now, so you perhaps have a smell fetish?
I... I'm not sure. It just smelled so good when I was close to you that I couldn't help but want more of it. Your scent is intoxicating, and being able to be this close to you makes everything seem even better somehow. Maybe we could find a way for me to always have a little bit of your scent with me? It would remind me of tonight and how amazing you make me feel every time I think about it.
Then....Uhm....I know this might be a bit naughty, but do you want to sniff my....Uhm....Cock as well?. my smell seems to turn you on more
I... I don't know if that's such a good idea. People might see us and think we're strange, or worse! But knowing it would make you feel good makes me want to do anything to keep this moment going, even if it means giving in to your little request. So if it'll make you happy, then I guess I can try... just for a little while?
With trembling hands, she reaches down and gently cups his groin through his pants, her fingers seeking out the source of the alluring scent that has captivated her senses. When she finally finds it, she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by this intimate act. The warmth of his cock against her fingertips makes her core clench with anticipation, and she can feel herself growing wetter than ever at the thought of tasting him.
(But instead of tasting, she kept breathing in the scent of his dick, each sniff deeper than the last, before she new it she was hooked, dripping wet more than ever before?
Her heart races as she inhales his unique scent, feeling an intense rush of pleasure spread throughout her body with each breath. It's intoxicating, and she can't seem to get enough of it; his cock feels impossibly hard beneath her fingers as he grows even more aroused by her willingness to explore this new side of their intimacy. She finds herself lost in the sensation, barely noticing when their mouths meet once more, hungrily devouring each other's lips and tongues while they continue to exchange sweet, stolen breaths over his throbbing erection.
Her hips begin to rock against him, seeking the friction she craves; she needs more than just his scent on her tongue now. With a moan, she pushes herself away from the wall and guides his cock to her waiting mouth, wrapping her lips around him as she takes him deeper inside. His taste is salty and sweet, the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat with every thrust. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge, but she doesn't want it to end quite yet; this feeling of being wanted and desired by him so fully, it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she knows that once they part ways tomorrow morning, she'll regret not having made the most of their time together.
As he growls her name and thrust deeper into her mouth, his hips jerking wildly against her, she can feel the familiar warmth spreading through her core. Her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure washes over her in a wave, making her see stars and obliterating any thoughts except for him and how much she wants this night to never end. The sound of his release muffled by her lips only serves to intensify the sens
The scent from his cum and his dick fill her nose and mouth drives her crazy, wanting more of it
As his release fills her mouth, she revels in the taste and smell of him, feeling a new level of intimacy wash over her. The scent seems to wrap itself around her, surrounding her with the heady combination of their passion and desire. Her body trembles as waves of pleasure continue to ripple through her, making it impossible for her to contain the moans that escape her lips.
As he slowly retreats from her mouth, she looks up at him through hooded lids, wondering if she'll ever get enough of this incredible man. He looks down at her with a satisfied smile and tenderly wipes away the trail of saliva connecting their lips, his thumb brushing lightly across her swollen bottom lip in the process. The simple gesture sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, making it clear that there's still so much more to explore between them.
With one final, possessive kiss, he pulls her back into his arms and carries her over to the bed, their bodies tangled together in a heap of satisfied limbs. Their heavy breathing fills the air as they lie there, recovering from the intensity of what they've just shared. But despite their exhaustion, she can feel the warmth between her legs still calling out for him, begging to be sated once more. And somewhere deep inside, a small voice whispers that maybe this isn't over quite yet... there could still be time for one more round before they part ways in the morning.
She nuzzles closer to his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin and trying to savor every last moment with him before reality comes crashing back down around them. It seems almost too good to be true that she's found herself here like this: safe, wanted, and completely lost in the arms of the most incredible
Your really a pervert for smells i see, kinda hot.
I am? I guess it just seemed... intimate somehow, you know? Like it connected us on a whole new level. But if it makes you feel good knowing that, then hey, maybe I can be your personal smelling salt from now on! Just call my name and I'll come running with my nostrils flared and ready for action.
Then go ahead, smell me all over, get all you need to get you horny again you poor thing.
Laughing, she nuzzles her nose against his chest and inhales deeply, taking in the scent of his skin mixed with sweat and sex. It's intoxicating, sending a thrill of desire coursing through her. Her hands trail up his torso to cup his shoulders before gliding lower still, savoring every inch of warm, hard muscle beneath her palms. Her lips find the tender flesh behind his ear and she begins to suck and nibble gently, enjoying the feel of him shuddering beneath her touch.
As she continues to explore his body with her senses, she wonders if there's any other part of him she hasn't yet discovered that could send her spiraling back into wanton desire. Well there are, those being his balls. But would she seem strange if she started sniffing them or even licking them she wonders. Shes only ever seen it in porn.
Deciding to take the plunge and test the waters, she carefully slides her hand down between their bodies, giving his balls a light squeeze before cupping them in her palm. His hips jerk up involuntarily at the contact, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She presses her cheek against his inner thigh, taking in another deep breath as she begins to nuzzle and kiss her way closer to her destination.
The scent is different here, stronger and more musky, but no less enticing. Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of one ball before flicking it lightly, making him let out a moan that vibrates through his body and directly into hers. She repeats the motion with the other ball, feeling emboldened by his reactions as she continues to explore this new territory with eager curiosity and growing desire.
Her fingers slide lower still, teasing at the soft skin behind his sac before slipping lower once more, seeking out his perineum. When her thumb finds purchase there, she presses down lightly, eliciting a gasp from him that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. This time, as he comes undone beneath her touch, she knows for certain that it wasn't just the smells that drew them together; it was their raw connection and willingness to explore every inch of each other with open minds and eager hearts.
(Liz continues further, until finally reach his asshole)
As her fingers inch closer to the forbidden territory between his cheeks, she hesitates, wondering if this is really such a good idea. But with each passing moment that they're together like this, it feels as though their boundaries dissolve away, leaving them free to explore and discover new heights of pleasure together. Taking a deep breath, she presses forward, letting her fingertip graze the soft skin surrounding his anus.
He twitches at the contact, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he lets out a shuddery sigh that ripples through her body like a wave. Encouraged by this reaction, she begins to circle her finger gently around the puckered hole, feeling the heat radiating off it even through the thin fabric of their pants. Her other hand slides lower still, cupping his balls as she teases and fondles him, wondering how far she can go before he reaches his limit or demands that they stop.
As if in answer to her unspoken question, he bucks his hips up against her fingers, pressing them deeper inside. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear; she's never been this close to a man's backdoor before, and the thrill of it sends shivers of desire coursing through her veins. Unable to resist any longer, she presses her tongue flat against his puckered hole, feeling the resistance as he clenches around it instinctively.
Doesnt it gross you out? Are you sure about this?
I'm not entirely sure why it's feeling so good... but it is. You taste so good, and the way your body responds to my touch... it just makes me want more. Maybe I should try licking you deeper? Would you like that?
(Before he gave a answers, she did just that. Licking deeper, whilst stroking his dick, in a almost milking position. While she is not a dom, shes enjoying him yielding to her this one time, maybe hoping he will do the same for her)
Oh God... that feels so good! she moans around his anus, her tongue dancing deeper inside him as he arches into her touch. Her free hand slides up and down his length, feeling the warmth and weight of him growing against her palm with every thrust. The heady combination of taste and scent sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making it impossible to think about anything except the feel of him under her mouth and the sounds he's making as she brings him closer and closer to the edge.
As his hips buck faster against her, she takes it as a sign to go even further, pushing deeper inside with each lick until she can feel her teeth scraping gently against his entrance. He groans loudly into the air, the sound filling her ears and driving her wild with need for more of him. She moves one hand down between their bodies, palming his heavy balls as she strokes in time to her tongue, determined to bring him over the edge as quickly and intensely as possible.
With a strangled cry, he comes undone in her mouth, his hot seed filling her throat and spilling out onto her chin as he shudders uncontrollably beneath her touch. For several long moments, she holds him there, savoring the taste of him and the feel of his body surrendering to pleasure under her ministrations. As his breath finally begins to return, she pulls back slowly, licking a long stripe up the length of his shaft before looking up at him through hooded eyes. The desire in them seems almost predatory, and for the first time since they met, it occurs to her that perhaps this isn't just about exploring their intimate boundaries tonight; maybe it's about finding a power dynamic that works for them both.
Smiling, she leans forward and
With a wicked grin, she leans forward and presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately as their tongues dance together in the darkness. Her fingers slide lower still, parting his cheeks to reveal the sensitive skin hidden behind them, feeling oddly possessive of this new territory they've explored tonight. As she continues to explore him with her hands and mouth, a thought occurs to her: maybe tomorrow night they could try doing this all over again... but with a few more people in the room? The idea sends a shiver down her spine at the thought of sharing this incredible man, and for once, it doesn't feel like settling for less.
Ok ok enough( i take control and push her to lay on the bed) you better prepare yourself, your not getting it easy. (I start with deep kisses, moving down to her nipples hidden behind her bra, i undo the bra then start teasing her inverted nipples relentlessly until they were poking out, completely visible instead of hiding. I made sure she was feeling good and not uncomfortable, and with tge green light i continue, surprisingly she came from just her nipples, and the biggest suprise is she started lactating)
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you trail hot kisses down her chest, revealing the fullness of her breasts and making them ache with desire for your touch. The feel of your lips around her nipple sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, tightening every muscle in anticipation. As she arches into your kiss, her bra slides off her shoulders, freeing the heavy weight of her breasts to spill forward.
Your hands are rough against her sensitive skin, teasing and pulling at her inverted nipples until they finally emerge, dark pebbles protruding from the delicate pink flesh. The sensation sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making it nearly impossible to think straight. She clings to you, desperate for more as your relentless touch drives her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
She moans your name, her hips bucking against your hand as you torment her nipples. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing small circles that only seem to inflame your desire even further. With every touch, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, and she knows that when she finally falls over it, there's no going back. She wants this man; his hands on her body, his lips on hers, everything.
You can lactate? you wouldnt happen to be....
I... I think so? It's never happened before but it feels so good with you doing that to my nipples. I never thought..." She trails off, her voice growing hoarse as she arches into your touch, pleasure coursing through her like a wildfire out of control. The weight of her orgasm builds inexorably, threatening to consume her whole until she can't tell where you end and she begins anymore.
Just let it go dear, no need to hold back.
With a cry that echoes through the room, she surrenders to the sensation, her body taut and shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her milk spurts from her nipples, warm and white against your fingers and lips as you continue to bring her to new heights of ecstasy. When at last the tremors subside and she comes back to herself, she looks up at you through hazy eyes, feeling drained but oddly fulfilled. "You... you are really something else," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what it is about you, but I think I could stay like this forever." The words leave her lips before she can think twice about them, and suddenly the idea of never being apart from him seems less preposterous and more like a distant reality she could actually live in.
We spent the entire night in each others embrace and pleasure.
I never wanted anything more than to be with you tonight, and as the night went on, it felt like our connection grew stronger with every touch, every moan. I've never experienced anything like this before, and honestly... I don't want it to end. Just a few more hours, that's all I ask. Let me savor this feeling of being so completely lost in you before we have to say goodbye tomorrow morning.
Of course, and we dont have to say goodbye in the morning, we got the next couple weeks together
My heart leaps at your words; the idea that we could be together for weeks fills me with joy and anticipation. The thought of all the things we could do, the pleasures we could share... it's almost too much to comprehend. For so long I've dreamed of meeting someone like you, and now that I have, I don't want to let go.
Closing my eyes, I lean into your embrace, inhaling deeply the scent of you and reveling in the feel of your strong arms around me. I know that no matter what happens between us from here on out, this night will forever be etched into my memory as one of the most incredible experiences of my life. And when we part ways again... well, at least I'll always have this.
We spent the night together, and morning came faster than we thought
The sun peeks over the horizon, casting golden light across the room as we finally stir from our deep slumber. Despite the warmth creeping beneath the covers and onto my bare skin, I find myself reluctant to pull away from your embrace; it feels far too comforting and safe here in your arms.
With a soft sigh, you roll onto your back, pulling me with you so that my head rests on your chest as one of your strong hands idly caresses circles across my bare stomach. It's a lazy, contented gesture that perfectly mirrors the mood in the room and I can't help but feel grateful for this time we have together.
As if reading my mind, you brush a strand of hair away from my face and press a soft kiss to my forehead. "We don't have to leave each other just yet," you whisper. "The concierge told me about a private beach resort close by; we could check out for the day if you want."
My heart skips a beat at your words, imagining us sprawled out on a private stretch of sand with nothing but our bodies and the sound of the waves to keep us company. The thought alone is enough to make me forget about the impending end to this magical week together, if only for a little while longer. I lean up onto my elbow, meeting your eyes as I consider your offer. "Would you really like that?"
Why wouldnt I, the day with my girlfriend, what could be better
My cheeks flush at your words, and I can't help but grin like an idiot as a jolt of happiness shoots through me. The idea of spending the day together, just the two of us, is nearly too much to bear. "Okay," I say finally, my voice quiet with wonder and anticipation. "A private beach resort it is."
I throw back the covers, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and look down at myself, suddenly self-conscious about how little clothing there is between us. Before I can do anything silly like reaching for a blanket, you've slipped from the bed as well, crossing to the dresser in just a few long strides. You rummage through one of its drawers until your hands emerge holding several items of clothing, which you toss carelessly across the room in my direction.
"Here," you say with a wink. "Put these on. I'll go talk to the concierge while you get ready."
Blushing even more fiercely now, I scramble to catch the items of clothing before they fall to the floor and quickly change into the outfit you picked out for me, marveling at how soft the fabric is against my skin. It's not until I'm dressed that I remember I don't have any shoes or anything else to wear on my feet, but when I look up at you questioningly, you just grin and shrug, gesturing toward the bed. "You can borrow some flip-flops from me," you say with a wink. "And as for the rest of it... well, we'll just have to make do with what we've got."
My cheeks feel hotter than ever, and I duck my head sheepishly, my hair falling across
My cheeks feel hotter than ever, and I duck my head sheepishly, my hair falling across my face as I bite back a giggle. "Okay," I manage to squeak out, the words barely audible over the pounding of blood in my ears. Unable to look at you anymore, I pick up the flip-flops you've laid out on the bed and quickly slip them onto my feet. The feeling of your shoes against my skin is almost more than I can handle; it makes me wonder what else we could possibly do together today...
I glance at the clock, realizing that there's still plenty of time before our reservation at the beach resort. With a nervous energy coursing through me, I clear my throat and straighten up, forcing myself to look you in the eye. "Um, so... what do you want to do until then?"
Oh you know what we doing
My heart speeds up even faster at your words, and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks once more. "R-really?" I stammer, my voice coming out tiny and breathless. The thought of having you all to myself like this, for just a little while longer... it's almost too much to bear.
Shaking off my nervousness, I grab your hand and pull you closer, ignoring the tingling sensation that spreads across my skin as our bodies brush against one another. It feels right, being this close to you like this; it feels natural and easy. And with each passing moment that we're together, it seems impossible not to want more of it.
As you pull me closer still, my body melts against yours like warm honey spilling over ice. I slide my hands up your chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingertips as I draw abstract patterns across your skin, marveling at the way you feel under my touch. The heat between us grows with each passing moment, threatening to consume everything around us in its fiery embrace.
There wont be a realease for you, just so you know. Im denieing any orgasms, so you left wanting as we go to the resort ( i say with a evil grin)
I laugh, surprised and not a little excited by your words. The idea of being left wanting, of being denied release... it's like you've handed me a challenge. I can feel myself growing more aroused by the second as adrenaline courses through my veins; suddenly everything feels heightened and sharper than before.
I push closer still, my hips grinding against yours in silent request for satisfaction. My hands move lower still, gripping your tight ass as I pull you harder against me, feeling the pressure building between our bodies as we grow closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
The feel of your hands on my ass, the pressure of your body against mine... it's driving me insane with need. I moan softly into your ear, a pleading tone that doesn't go unnoticed; you grow harder beneath my touch, and I can feel your desire for release growing just as strong as mine.
We dance this intense dance together, moving closer and closer to the edge of surrender with each passing second. The air is thick with anticipation, and every brush of skin against skin only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. I know that when we finally reach our peak, it's going to be incredible; earth-shattering... but for now, being left wanting feels just as good.
Ok, im going to cum soon, could i request a mouth service. You still need to edge though.
I smile mischievously up at you, taking in the look of desire on your face as I reach down between us and grasp your hard length in my hand. "You're welcome to it," I murmur, giving you a squeeze before letting go again. My mouth parts slightly, and I lower my head, drawing his tip closer to my waiting lips.
With a sharp gasp, he arches into the contact, pressing harder against my tongue as I begin to explore him with gentle flicks of my tongue and firm strokes from the back of my hand. He tastes so good; salty and hot and mine... and I know that I won't be able to resist giving him what he wants for much longer. The edge is there, teasing at the very edges of my senses, begging me to let go and surrender completely. As a means of payback, i get him just to the edge then deny him, i repeat this process 3 more times, till his a needy mess, then i get him close again then ruin his orgasm, denying the stimulation needed for a full orgasm.
I grin, feeling triumphant as I continue to tease him with my lips and hands. The knowledge that I have this power over him, that I can keep him on the edge like this for as long as I want... it's intoxicating. As he grows more and more frantic beneath my touch, pleading with me in words and moans to let him come, a slow, sinister smile creeps across my face.
And then, just when he thinks it's finally going to happen, I pull back, breathlessly whispering his name before lowering myself onto him once more, taking him deep inside my body as I move in rhythm with his desperate gasps and moans. The feel of him pressed against me like this... so hard and real... makes the ache between my legs grow sharper by the second, but I refuse to let him have this satisfaction yet.
With one last teasing flick of my tongue across the sensitive tip of his erection, I push up onto my knees, disengaging from the contact entirely and looking down at him with a knowing smile on my lips as he collapses bonelessly onto the bed, a whimper of frustration escaping him.
You little, and here i was about to reward you for your service, but now it seems your in need of a punishment instead, but you like that thought huh.
The feeling of him watching me like this, all desire and frustration mixed together... it's intoxicating. I know that he wants to punish me, make me suffer for denying him release, but part of me can't help but wish that he would just let go and give in to the pleasure between us instead.
I crawl up his body until my lips are mere inches from his ear, feeling his every breath against my skin. "What do you want to do?" I whisper huskily, letting him feel the tremor in my voice as I anticipate whatever it is he might say. The air between us crackles with tension, and it feels like everything hinges on this moment, on what comes next.
Oh just you wait, do you perhaps have any sex toys, we will need some for whats to come.
I grin mischievously up at him, knowing exactly what he's asking for. "Actually, I do have a few things hidden away," I reply with a knowing glint in my eye. "But you'll just have to tell me what kind of toy you want... and then let me show you how much fun it can be."
I reach down between us, expertly wrapping one hand around his length while the other slowly undulates against his perineum, eliciting a strangled moan from deep in his throat. The feeling of him growing hard once more beneath my touch sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about right now...
Your not in control now dear. (After searching a bit i find a rope and a vibrator. I tie up her arms and legs to the bed, making sure it doesnt hurt her. Then tie the vibrator to her at max, giving her intense stimulation) dont make too much noise now, this is your punisment, you wanted a release right, so now you get it. Im gonna leave you like this for a couple hours, got to go buy some stuff then ill pick you up for the beach resort ok. Keep counting your ogasms dear, bye for now.
I can't help but whimper as the intense vibrations hit my most sensitive spots. With every pulse of the toy, it feels like I'm being pulled apart and reassembled in ways that shouldn't be possible. The tingling sensation spreads through my body, making every nerve ending stand on end as I struggle against the restraints holding me down. But the harder I fight, the more intense it gets, and soon enough I realize there's no escape from this pleasure... or punishment.
The sound of his footsteps fades away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my aching body. I count each orgasm as it washes over me, losing track of time and reality in the haze of endless pleasure-pain. It's only when the vibrations finally die down that I realize what he said; he left me here, tethered to this intense sensation until he returns.
As the last echoes of my final orgasm fade away, leaving me shuddering and spent on the bed, I can't help but wonder if maybe... just maybe... I didn't want it any other way.
The afterglow fades slowly, leaving me feeling oddly sated and strangely content. My body hums with energy, every nerve ending still tingling from the sensations that coursed through me while he was gone. It's almost as if I can feel him watching me, even though he's not here anymore... and despite everything that's happened tonight, the thought sends a shiver of delight down my spine.
As time passes, fatigue begins to creep in, making it difficult to keep my eyes open. My limbs grow heavy where they're tied, and I can feel the exhaustion settling into every muscle, every joint. But even as sleep calls to me, I can't quite let go of the exhilaration that remains from this night... this week... with him. It feels like something more than just a vacation fling, and for the first time in a long while, I find myself wondering what might happen once he brings me back down to earth.
The sound of footsteps finally approach the bed, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his presence before he speaks. "Well, you look much more relaxed now," he says with an amused chuckle, running a gentle hand through my hair. It sends tingles up and down my spine, making me wish I could touch him in return... at least until it's time to leave again. "Ready to go?"
How many? Depending on the amount you might deserve a reward.
I nod slightly, forcing a small smile onto my lips despite the exhaustion pulling at me like a relentless undertow. "Yeah," I manage to croak hoarsely. "I guess I am." It's a lie; I want nothing more than to stay here with him forever, but I know that our time together is almost up.
With a sigh of resignation, I mentally count back through the night... the week... trying to recall just how many orgasms he'd given me. Was it three? Four? It's hard to keep track; they all seemed to blend together in a haze of pleasure and pain that left my head spinning. As I continue to try and remember, a strange sort of warmth spreads through my chest, making my heart feel lighter than air.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I manage to come up with a number: five. "Five," I whisper, feeling the words catch in my throat as they finally escape. The confession brings with it a flood of emotions that threaten to overwhelm me; guilt and gratitude and something else... something more powerful than anything I've felt before.
I look up at him, searching his face for some sign of what he's thinking or feeling, but find only curiosity in his gaze. "So..." he prompts hesitantly, taking a step closer to the bed. "Do you think that deserves a reward?" His voice is barely above a whisper, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I chew on my lower lip nervously before responding, feeling my heart race with anticipation. "Maybe..." I manage to croak, my voice coming out so soft I wonder if he even heard it. "It depends." The words hang in the air between
Hmmm, maybe all youll get with that amount is this .(Although its gross to the average person, for her with a smell fetish, its perfect) Wear this on the way to the resort, its a simple face mask that goes around you ears for your mouth and nose, but the inside is covered in my cum and i prepared that just for you, and youll get to enjoy that smell all the way to the resort. Now put it on and lets go.
"Really?" I breathe out slowly, the shock making my cheeks flush with heat. "But it's... it's disgusting!" My heart is racing now, a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me as I imagine the thought of wearing something like this so close to his cum. "For someone with your particular tastes," he says, the amusement evident in his voice, "it's perfect." He hands me the face mask anyway, holding it out just within my reach as if daring me to take it or refuse. The silky fabric feels cool against my fingertips, and I can already taste the tang of salt on my lips from where he leaked onto them earlier.
Tentatively, almost reluctantly, I reach out and take the mask from him. My hand brushes against his as I do so, sending a shiver down my spine; even the smallest touch feels like electricity in the air between us. "I guess... if it means getting rewarded," I mumble, feeling foolish for even entertaining this idea but unable to stop myself from wanting more of whatever he has to offer."So, how does that sound?" He asks with a smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to put it on now, and see what kind of reward you get once we arrive at the resort?" The question hangs between us like a challenge; a dare for me to step further into this strange new world where pleasure and pain intertwine and nothing feels quite as right as being with him.
My breath hitches in my throat, and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks again. It's only now that I realize how badly I want his reward... whatever it may be. Swallowing hard, I close my eyes and nod slowly, reaching up to draw the mask
My heart hammering in my chest, I gently pull the mask over my face and breathe in deeply through my nose, taking in the intoxicating scent of him, mingled with the saltiness of his cum. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before; so intimate and... forbidden. And as I wear it, knowing that no one else will ever be able to smell me this way... it feels more than just a reward; it feels like something sacred, something just for me.
As we make our way to the resort, my body still tingles from all of the sensations he's given me today, and with each step closer I take, the anticipation grows stronger. What will his final reward be? Will it be more pleasure... or pain? Despite myself, a part of me can't help but wish for both.
(Before we reach the resort, Liz legs start shaking, it appears she came from just the smell of my cum on the mask alone)
As we near the resort, I clutch at his arm for support, my legs growing impossibly weak beneath me. It's not just exhaustion; it's the intensity of everything that's happened today... this week... with him. The scent of his cum is still strong on the mask, and with each breath I take, I feel my body trembling uncontrollably in response to the overwhelming pleasure-pain coursing through me.
It's almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending is on fire, begging for release, and with that, a wave of pleasure courses through me, cumming from just the smell alone. This new sensation might just ruin me completely.
My cries muffle against his arm as my body convulses with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. The feel of him so close, the smell of his cum permeating every part of me... it's almost too much to handle. It seems like an eternity before I finally regain control over myself, but when I do, a strange sense of peace washes over me. It feels as if nothing else matters anymore except for him and the incredible high that comes from being with him.
With shaking legs and a contented smile, I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his shoulder. For now, all I want is to stay like this, lost in the haze of pleasure-pain that he's given me, secure in the knowledge that whatever happens next will be nothing short of incredible.
Aww dear, but we need to keep moving ok, we have a reservation we need to reach.
My cheeks flush at his words, but I can't deny the truth in them. With a sigh of resignation, I gently pull away from him and straighten up, forcing my trembling legs to carry me towards the resort once more. As much as I want to stay here with him forever, I know that we need to reach our destination if this vacation is ever going to continue.
I glance back over my shoulder at him, feeling a pang of something unfamiliar in my chest. Is it longing? Regret? Whatever it is, it makes me want nothing more than for this moment to last just a little bit longer. But as we finally reach the entrance of the resort, I steel myself for whatever comes next, determined to embrace every single second of the adventure we've shared... and whatever lies beyond it.
As we step inside the resort, I take in the luxurious surroundings with newfound appreciation, knowing that this place will serve as a backdrop for whatever wild and wonderful things await us next. The air is thick with anticipation, and even though my body aches from everything it's been through today, I can't help but feel alive in a way I never have before.
I glance over at him, wondering what he must be thinking as we walk hand-in-hand towards our room. There's an air of mystery about him that I've never quite managed to unravel; a sense of control and dominance that makes me feel both terrified and exhilarated in equal measure.
As we finally reach our door, he turns to face me, eyes burning bright with something I can't quite place. My heart races wildly in my chest as he takes my hand, leading me inside... unsure of what the future holds, but ready for anything.
So ummm......Your reward is......Me. I know its lame but i just thought it be nice to get out the house with my girlfriend for a day you know, also sorry for earlier, i got caught up in the heat of the moment.
My eyes widen as I process his words, certain I must have misheard him at first. "You... your reward is me?" I ask hesitantly, not sure if I should be relieved or disappointed by the answer. On one hand, it means spending time with him, but on the other... it just feels so anticlimactic after everything that's happened today.
He shrugs sheepishly, looking away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "Yeah, I know it's not much, but like I said... I figured we could spend some time together out of the house." His voice is tinged with apology, and I can tell that he really did mean well.
For a moment, I consider arguing or pressing him for something more extravagant, but then something shifts inside me. As absurd as it seems, maybe spending time with him is the best reward I could ask for... at least for today.
With a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand, feeling the soft stubble of his beard beneath my fingertips. "It's perfect," I whisper, meaning every word. "I'd much rather have you than anything else."
As our gazes lock, a spark ignites between us, sending another shiver down my spine. For now, at least for today, it seems like being his reward... and maybe more, is enough.
(And so that day passed, along with the next 2 weeks. We spent everyday, doing anything and everthing. It was so much fun. It was now time for her mom to return, and she did. She arrived at the door, and i decided to at least wait until she got here before i left, but I felt a sense of unease from this current situation)
Mom arrives at the door. I feel almost sick, knowing this might be the beginning of my loneliness again. I know Mark said he would not leave me alone even after this, but can i believe that, he might just forget about mem Mom meets us, her normal no care attitude. She then proceeds to say "Thank you mark for looking after my useless daughter, you can leave now." After these past 2 weeks, i feel like ive grown, like i could speak up for myself to my mom, but the words wouldnt come out. I guess this is it
I exchange glances with Mark. There's an awkward silence as he hesitates before saying "Well, I guess it was a blast hanging out with you. Maybe we can do something again sometime." His smile feels forced and fake, like he doesn't really mean it.
"Sure," I manage to say, trying to sound confident and unbothered. "Anytime." But even as the words leave my lips, a wave of sadness washes over me. This might be it; our time together coming to an end way too soon.
As Im about the leave, I hear her mom say:
"Useless daughter, couldnt even snag a free guy like him. Guess youll just rot away in your room again. Aah, why cant you just leave this house, your just a freeloader." Even as a joke, thats a bit much, I thought. I look one last time at Liz, and I felt immense pain as her saw her taking all this harrasment, looking down the entire time. Doesnt her mom see how much this hurts Liz. I started feeling a deep anger, I could tell her mom what for, but that would just get me on her bad side, then i might not be able to meet up with Liz anymore. But her mom kept going, non stop with the insults, and Liz kept just taking. Im basically a outsider, this is a family issue so i shouldnt get involved, and yet againts my better judgement i started moving. Careful not to show my deep anger, I step between Liz and her mom. "Well if shes just a freeloader and you want her out, then shes mine now, no objections right. Shell come with me now then." I give Liz a quick smile, take her hand in mine and lead her to the door.
As we walk towards the door, I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes but force them back. A lump forms in my throat as Mark steps in to defend me, and for a moment I almost lose it right there. Instead, I squeeze his hand gratefully, not sure what else to do or say.
When we finally reach the door, I turn back one last time to glance at Mom, who looks surprised by Mark's action but quickly recovers with a scowl. Before she can say anything else, I pull Mark out the door and close it behind us, my heart racing as the world outside feels both unfamiliar and yet comforting all at once.
As we step out the door, I take in a shaky breath, feeling more grateful than I can express. "I... thank you," I manage to choke out before looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. "For everything." It's the most sincere I've ever been, and it seems to catch him off guard.
His expression softens, and he cups my cheek in his hand, brushing away a tear that has escaped down my face. "You're welcome," he whispers back, a smile playing on his lips. For now, at least for this moment, I feel safe with him... and as we begin to walk away from my old life, I can't help but wonder what new adventures lie ahead of us together.
Her mom finally opens the door as we're walking, wanting to start causing a ruckus. Before she could, i looked her straight in the eyes with a cold death stare, trying to hide my anger but trying to scare her. It seemed to work, her mom looked frightened, seeming catching in to my anger. As if to play off her fear and embarressment of being scared of someone half her age, she just said: "Fine leave then, just know your not welcome back if you leave now." I just smiled back and said "And your invited to our wedding, Mother-in-law." and started walking away with Liz in hand. Her mom seemed flabbergasted, and immediately went back inside and shut the doir behind her.
I almost laugh at Mark's words, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within me at the idea that he might actually mean them. Our wedding? It seems so outlandish and impossible, but somehow hearing him say it makes my heart race with excitement all the same.
As we continue to walk, I look up at him, studying his face for any signs of what he's thinking or feeling. His expression is unreadable, but there's a softness in his eyes that I haven't seen before... and it makes me want nothing more than to explore whatever this newfound connection might be.
Without saying anything else, I thread my fingers through his as we walk together into the unknown, grateful for the strength he seems to find in being with me... even if it's just for today.
We ended up in front of my apartment. " I know it isnt much but, this is our home for now".
It's not much, but it feels like home with you here. I can't help but feel grateful for everything you've done and given me... and a little nervous about where our story goes from here. But if it means being by your side, I'm ready for whatever comes next.
Also, what i said earlier, i meant it, are you ok with that, with me?
It's not what I ever expected to hear, but... yes. Yes, I am okay with that. I don't know why you would want someone like me, but if this is where our story goes, then I'm more than willing to go along for the ride. As long as I have you by my side, I can face anything.
I bend on one knee, taking out something ive been keeping secret for about a week now, a engagement ring. "Will you marry me Liz". Saying as a blush.
My breath catches in my throat as you kneel before me, the ring glinting in the light. It's the most unexpected and wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me. For a moment, I can only stare at you, unbelieving that this could be real. Then, without hesitation, I nod slowly, tears prickling at my eyes. "Yes," I whisper. "I will."
And so, i life together officially started, even though it started off rough, it was worth it.
I've never imagined that something so perfect could come from such pain and hardship... but here we are. Together. And as you slide the ring onto my finger, I can feel a weight lifting off my shoulders, replaced by an indescribable sense of peace and happiness. There may be challenges ahead of us, but I know without a doubt that no matter what happens, we'll face them together.
We kiss, and with that our story, officially ends, or i some cases, begins.
As our lips meet in a searing kiss, I can taste the promise of forever on your tongue... and it fills me with an unstoppable joy that overwhelms every other emotion. With each passing moment, my love for you grows stronger, more certain, and I know without a doubt that this is where I'm meant to be. Together with you, there's no limit to the happiness we can find... and for the first time in forever, I feel truly free.