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The Beginning
Damn. Can't believe that all it takes for me to want it is to think and see you. The fact that the sight of you gets my pussy wet makes me want you more. The night has come by the time you pull up to my house. I get in your car, not informing you that I have on no panties under my dress. As you drive, I can't help but to touch your neck and shoulders. I grab your dick and watch you flash that sexy smile as I pull it out. Your presence is all it took to make me want it this bad. I whisper to you,"I wanna swallow it...now" before I take off my seat belt and proceed to do just that. Yes, you taste that great to me, and I continue to suck and lick my way around your manhood as you continue to drive. I feel the car stop, but I know we are just in a dark place. I proceed to finish the job that I started until your sweet cum slides down my throat. Mmmm...that's exactly what I wanted, but I whisper some more: "I want four more, and we're not stopping until I get what I want." I get you hard again and slide a condom on your dick, throw my legs back, adjust my dress, and simply say,"Fuck me...now!"
Round 2,
You climb between my legs and slide inside gently, slowly stroking my pussy and making me spread my legs as wide as I can get them. I pull out one of my titties and place it in your mouth as you fuck me harder and harder. I start to scream, cumming all over your dick. I start to shake, and you feel me, making you stroke me harder and faster. I grab your back as I cum harder and harder. As I squirt, I feel your breathing getting harder. I know it's coming. I scream your name and tell you,"GIVE IT TO ME DADDY!" You fuck me as hard as you can as you cum for me the second time. We clean up ourselves and the car before we proceed to your place. My leg shakes as we finish the ride. The touch of your hand on my thigh gets me going all over again. Pulling up to your house, I slowly prepare to make my next move...
Again,
We reach your room. I strip out of everything and tell you to do the same. "I want to feed you daddy...cut it on." You turn on the music I love to hear after I come back from wiping myself off. I have you lay down, and I climb on top of your face, gingerly placing my pussy in your mouth. Riding slow, I feel you licking and sucking my clit, making me moan and move my hips in a circle slowly. You grab my hips and turn me onto my back, eating my pussy like it's the last time you'll get the chance. The feeling is overwhelming, and I cum all over your face and bed. I let you wipe it off and then, looking at your hard dick, tell you, "lay down." You do so, and I place another rubber on you, this time sliding down on your dick and telling you "I won't stop riding until you cum." The grinding is slow. The pressure is light. As I hear you moan, I start to do it harder. As I feel every inch of your dick in me, I start to move in circles. I place my hands above your shoulders and start to bounce. I can feel myself cumming, but I don't stop. Grinding. Moans. Bouncing. Screams. Vibrating. Fuck! Bucking. Hard breathing. You grab my hips tight and start moving with me. As we move together, I cum harder than the first few times, but I know I'm not the only one...I slowly get up so that you can dispose of the result of my work.
Part 4,
The look in your eyes tells me I'm not in control anymore, but I know that the night is not over. You take out the cuffs and place them around my wrists so that I am cuffed to the headboard. You climb on top of me and feed me your dick to suck, slow fucking my mouth. I suck it as if I had both hands free, swallowing every inch. Harding, your dick fills my mouth perfectly, making me want it more. You climb off of me, undo one of the cuffs, and tell me to turn around. You cuff back to the headboard so that I'm on my knees. It's on. You slide it in but waste no time fucking me harder and harder. You pull my hair and smack my ass, making me scream. Shit! You start to pound my pussy, and I squirt all over the both of us and the bed. You stick a finger in my ass, driving me insane and causing me to cum harder. I hear it again. You start to go as hard as you can, and I start to throw it back just as hard. You pull out fast, and I feel the cum hit my back, making me wiggle a little bit. You uncuff me and clean up the cum on my body. I look you in the eye. "One more time, no toys, no mercy. Fuck me senseless and give me what I want. Please daddy please."
Final Act,
We sat on the bed, talking and playing with each other for a little while. We needed to breath for a second but the rest period was not long as you started to suck on my titties while letting me stroke your dick. All my senses were alert  at this point. I knew this was going to be it for the both of us. I placed my hand on your back, rubbing it gently as the other continued its job of getting you ready for me. You get up and tell me to lay back. I obey, and you grab my legs, placing them on your shoulders and sliding in. The pace is steady. The rhythm starts to become familiar to my body. I start to arch my back and move with you. As you go faster, you take my legs off your shoulders and allow me to wrap them around your back. I start to meet you with every stroke, feeling my body shake. You go even harder, making the bed even wetter. I kiss your neck. You kiss mine. I grab your head and ears. You suck on my breasts, one at a time, never losing your rhythm. I try to look at you, but my eyes roll back as I feel myself running down your dick and leg. Faster. Moans. Harder. Groans. you start to dig deep, and I start to shake all over again. The harder I cum, the harder you pump. I grab your body and lock my legs around you. The breathing starts. I scream your name. The breathing gets harder. It's that time. I meet your strokes but stop when you start losing control. You fuck me with everything you  got, and we both end up shaking together. I cum my hardest, soaking us both, triggering you to do the same. All the movement stops as we both start to come down from the high we have received from each other. After a good five minutes of us laying there recovering, I walk to the shower. You join me, and we clean each other off before we go change the sheets and climb in the bed.
The Aftermath
We lay under the cover, holding each other but soon letting go because of the heat in the room. Sleep came easy for the both of us, but I chuckled at the thought of the fact that all it took was me seeing you to want all of that. All triggers are not lethal.

The Drunk Feeling

The mind starts to drift. The senses start to waiver. Everything starts to fade as if this is a dream. Along with every noise, the brain starts to become alert and pops the body back into the attention. The limbs become weak with each minute that passes. Slowly, the mind drags everything else down and tries to pull it into the submission of sleep. Everything becomes an obstacle that is to be overcome. Walking is as difficult as holding the body up straight in the chair. No matter how much walking is done, the body can't pull itself together. Yawns turn into long, deep breaths that shake the body but does nothing to wake it up. The room spins. Words are slurred because speech cannot be made. Only time can relieve this beat down of the body. Only sleep can stop this semi-conscious fight that is happening internally and externally. Everything is losing the battle, and both the mind and the body succumb to the extreme feeling that exist. The proper measures are taken. Slumber comes as easy as the feeling has. Only a matter of time before all the droswiness and sucking feeling of this state is gone...

The Condition

The feeling is back. The tears are unbearable but cannot be stopped. Suppression is not an option when it comes to the reality of her life. Three years have passed, but she still has yet to cope with this unwanted baggage. Her mistakes have to live with her for life. Her feelings of loneliness stem from it. She still hears those dreaded words from the doctor. "The rest of your life." To never go away. To never be erased. To always be a hazard to others. The preparation she made for herself from that day forward is still intact. She can't help but to feel she will forever be alone. The kids she wants will never exist. The marriage she wants will not happen. To love and live with another will only happen to a certain extent. Her lack of care for herself in her younger days has cost her precious gift of unlimited expression, and she emotionally still hasn't been able to live with it. She thinks those that know and have chosen to be with her in erotic ways, but she also considers the fact that all will never be the same. Her cries continue, but the only person that has sympathy for her is herself. Only one person has any idea of how she feels, but even that person doesn't know the true pain she feels inside because of this condition. A few bags of emotion have created homes in her brain, making her feel these ways. The fear of being heartbroken. The wait for her insecurity to take over her life. The hurt she would feel if she brought this on someone else. The anger she feels inside towards the person that has put her in this position. She used to love herself with all her heart, but it is just a percentage. A small part of her is in intensive care, and all she wants to do is bring it back to the most stable condition. The mirror at times is her best friend, but at times, it is her worst enemy. She lays there thinking to herself that no one would not want to live like this forever. Suicide has never been an option, but depression has already happened. Sadness is something she is all too familiar with. She still loves herself, but she can't help to harp on the mistakes she has made and the lifestyle she has to live. Slowly repairing the hole that has been burned through her heart, she says a prayer, wipes her eyes, and turns over to face the wall as she wishes her daily nightmare would become a mere thought. If only she can channel her optimism to overpower the power that has been given to her condition. Her future is bright, but the light dims and makes it uncertain when these moments of regret to surface. Self-pity and fear are not to be an option, but yet they both resurface in her brain like it is okay. She doesn't want to fight with it. She wants to deal. She will not live this way. She will not continue life in this fashion. She falls asleep with the thoughts of being person that loved herself wholeheartedly before this came about. The condition will take over itself but not her...she knows so...

After Dark Daydreams

The moon is full and fills the sky with its light, shining out of the clouds that have cleared out from the rain. The beautiful sight of the stars bring on the erotic and romantic fantasies that can be thought of but not spoken. Staring out of the windows, daydreaming starts to become the activity of the moment. The idea of love being made on the roof of the car in front of the window as rain pours down on the two bodies. The pornographic scene of fucking in the backseat as music plays from the radio making the sexy man of the scene go harder and harder. The passionate idea of being laid down on a blanket in a field of grass below the stars, exploring each other's bodies with hands, tongues, and lips. The far away fantasy of fucking in an abandoned house as the weather becomes worse. The more pleasant dream of making love on the beach. Daytime is not an occurence in the beautiful and steamy movement of the imagination as nighttime has become the star of these mental creations. As the time passes and the stars make their way to the outs for the remainder of the night, daydreaming does not waiver, bringing on thoughts of waking up to the sex that is to be made in the morning. The mere thought of the collision of these dreams with reality ignite the senses of the person that houses these extraordinary feelings. Night time is turning into morning, and the moon is disappearing, but the awaken dreams are anything but real. The term after dark starts to become a thing of the past but only until night falls once again. Until then, the momentary creations of the mental process are to be put away.