As told By Alice.
“My mind is a fucking whorehouse.” He said in a hoarse voice and lit his cigarette. I let him speak for a while alienating each and one of all his horny fantasies and to my great shock I realized that I found the one. Casually switching visualizations – starting from a Nutella scenery and then altering to an ice cubes in bed kind of encountering, I tried to contain and not throw myself at him right away. We both do love surprises and so I reckoned that the first time we would be ever having sex should be as unusual as we are. Two strange people whose thoughts seem to be so aligned and it was the first time in history that someone made me cum without even touching me. His very own descriptions of what he could possibly do to me if we were to ever come together sexually had stimulated me so badly that I honestly could not wait to feel him inside me.
If his own words could have such an effect on my mind and body – and I repeat that no touching did occur – imagine how much pleasure he was destined to give me once our clothes were off.
Watching that fog coming out of his mouth, I wondered of many naughty things I would experiment with in order to please him and make him whimper like a crying baby. I knew there was absolutely no way that he would ever deny any of my suggestions for his mind is as fucked up as I mine. In this game of two there would be no limitations, only literal restrain with handcuffs or, even better, his leather belt, as we were and are still both into a dominant and submissive kind of role playing.
Every other night he would try to seduce me, either by playing in the background my favourite fuck song or by appearing to be in a most romantic, cuddling mood including a lot of tongue exchanging and lip biting. But every time I would step back refusing to give in, using the excuse of not being ready. Not because I did not want to but simply because I wanted to first test his limits — and second to let that anticipation of ours grow larger and larger till that perfect scene would come along.
To my surprise, he didn’t pressure me, even though many were the nights he was about to slap me for having him turned on and then leaving him cold in the middle of foreplay. Just a few days before that fatal night, I thought that frankly he was going to tie me up in bed and ride me without my consent. But he didn’t, and tonight as we were discussing that first time we were ever been together, he was thankful for not doing so.
In a big mansion, at the party that we were invited to, there were a dozen rooms; an ideal place for playing hide and seek.
“Come and find me.” I whispered into his ear and ran straight up the stairs. Turning my head around to face him as I was on that tenth or eleventh step, he just stood there staring at me with parted lips having no idea whatsoever of what was I was up to as other suits talked business to him. A smirk of satisfaction was drawn on my face and quickly I continued climbing the stairs. In that long corridor upstairs, I found myself wandering along the rooms and to my disgusted reaction I bumped into another couple having sex in one of the bedrooms.
“Ordinary people, what do they know about adrenaline?” I sniffed and hid in the office. A black leather sofa and an enlarged mirror glass desk were there but neither of the two really caught my attention. With my two hands behind my back, I positioned myself in front of that enormous wooden bookcase, patiently waiting for him to come and find me. It took him no longer than five minutes to discover my hiding place. Opening that door his eyelids almost popped up right out his face once he set eyes on me.
Asking of what the fuck I think I am doing, he came in and I ordered him to come inside and not to lock that door, my index finger innocently commanding him to step closer.
“Tonight is your lucky night Sir.” I commented in the most playful voice and right before finishing my sentence he began neck kissing me while pulling my hair. Feeling his cold palm as it wandered across my naked back, I was sure I had made the right dress choice. Long, with a naked back and a V cleavage – black it in order to match his suit and bow tie – which I immediately untied.
Capping and licking my nipples was an easy task with this dress on for I purposely decided not to wear any underwear or bra on that night. Even if I wanted to; it wasn’t plausible with such cleavage.
Unzipping his black pants, I begged, in a husky voice, telling him that I wanted to feel him inside me. And within a heartbeat I was lifted by his muscled arms and thrown up against the bookcase. In seconds we were fucking in the most hardcore way against the books. Holding him by the neck I yielded my head back moaning out of pleasure, experiencing one and each of his thrusts inside me as if it was the first one.
Both climaxing at the same time, we lay eyes on each other, at the same time, too.
There we were writing the first chapter of our story and as I yelled his name. I didn’t want this to ever end.
I thought to myself that great minds not only think but they fuck alike too.
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