Of course I wanted to make love to her. I needed to. The lustful eyes weren't enough proof?
Maybe she wanted to get my consent, does being behind her by a year or two matter that that much? I think it makes the sex more intoxicating.
I took time. I wasn't thinking what to reply, I wanted to. It's just her gaze and the way she tilted her eyes and made that sexy face. It got me distracted, thinking of what could happen. Boner kickin'
I cleared my throat, "yes, yes!"
She rolled her eyes," at least say it. I want to hear you say just how you want me. Don't be shy"
How could I have disagreed. I wanted to be her pet, to be tied up in her apartment for her pleasure. Yeah, she had turned to my soulmate.
Being liberal, shameless and straight forward made me think I could be her equal. That I could make love to her. That I would for that single moment reap gold where I planted rocks. Like I was Cinderella.
"I w...want to make love to you", I let my feelings out.
Chloe didn't seem phased out by my reply, as if it was as obvious as it can get.
She said at last,"do you have a girl?", Which I shook my head in disagreement. She stroked her lips with the index finger replying, "I see. Too bad that I can't make love to you"
Those cold words cut deep inside me, what did I do wrong when my reward was right there. Maybe she wanted to fantasize me cheating on a girl with her, I should have lied?
Although not showing, I was hurt. She had the ability to see through my layers. She answered my worry, " you know", she tiptoed to the couch and sat right next to me , "I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want a date. Not one that can lift me up in the air and take me on dates.
I hate valentine's day, can't stand sad faces of weeping exes and cheated ones. Sure don't like for a guy to show up on my door with flowers which will last some days and wilt.
To get a shoulder to cry on. What will I be crying about? That he cheated on me? That he didn't do this or that? That his dog has died.? The obvious love drama?
I don't want a love, Kim.. (She came close enough that I could feel her breath on my neck. Pulled away and took a sip of the warm coffee then returned to my side)
I want a selfish man, one who will not make any effort to show me how must I do or not matter to him. One who will fuck me and leave without taking shower in my place.(It frightened me and I almost ran)
Ew! I hate good boys.(she looked disgusted before she became serious once again)
I want a bad boy, one who will get me horny on the couch and leave without satisfying me. That one, who will give his all in bed when he feels like it.
I don't want to wake up in bed the next morning. I want a man who will break my bed. I want him to loosen the bolts.
Yeah! I want to moan in pleasure, then I want to cry_ a very sweet cry. Fuck! I want to scream.
I want to be pounded hard. Not to be left with a cry, to be made scream. I want that kind of man, who will make me scream like I am being robbed. I want to scream like I have just witnessed a murder, like I have watched a horror movie, seen a ghost.
I want to be chocked, to feel his hands on my neck. To take gasp for air. (She put her hand on my thigh making me shiver) To feel hands on my chest.
I don't want hands to be placed on my boobs, I want them to grab me. I want to feel the pressure holding my boobs like they are bugs needing to be killed.
(Her mouth was closer to my neck, inches away. I could feel her warm breath. The voice itself made me break. Sprinting heart, burning body, sweating and a throbbing dick, I was all kind of aroused. Afraid like I have seen a ghost)
I want the nipples to be hardened, then, then I want them to be pinched. I want to feel pain, I want that pain to run through my spine and come out in screams.
I want to feel something in my mouth. I want to feel warm lips on mine. Juicy one like yours.(she looked at my lips)
I want to be naked, lights on. I don't want to be fucked in the dark. I want to look at his monster's face, to stare inside the dark eyes. To be frightened by the evil in him.
That's what I want.
To feel a hard dick in me, not a soft embarrassment. I want to feel it hard as a metal. To feel it move in me and out fast. I want a rough one, not toying. To feel him move like a rabbit.
No love making. I want to be fucked out of love. To scream I hate him.
I want that dick to not just move barely over me. I want to feel it in in full length. I want every millimeter that can fit be inside me. I don't want to be starved.
I want to be pounded.
I want to make my man cry. I want to hear his voice, not fuck a mute.
Then, I want to come, not just a normal one. I meant to see rainbows, clouds and my body to be all electric. I want to feel the electricity move from tip of my hair to the very toe nails. I want to jump.
Yeah, I want to be fucked,
You just ain't what I need, I need a man not a boy. No making love, I want to be fucked. Real hard!
I want it to remain with me to the grave. I want to think of that night every time I am making love with my husband. To make a bad memory, one that which will shame devil himself.
You are a boy.
But, (she looked in my lustful eyes with lit ones) that's not a no. So go, go and prepare. Do whatever you want, make love, fuck , do whatever you think will help you get there.
Once you feel like you are ready, only when you are a hundred percent sure you can match it. Come and find me".
She put her lips on mine. Gave a light kiss and left my trembling lips only wanting more. Another touch and I would come.
She took her mug and went back to her seat and went on sipping as if she had done nothing. Played Red Right Hand and turned to me with a ghostly smirk,"do you want me to heat your coffee?"
Shook my heard
I drunk it like water, dropped the cup on the table, felt the pain in my pants from all the throbbing and tried to make a brave face.
With a racing heart, hard dick, flushed face, wide lustful eyes and sweating body_ I had to go. I flashed my eyes on her, she said, "I'm going to bed, call me if you need anything"
"No! (Came out aggressive)No", I said, "I mean I'm going"
She glared at me. I was afraid of her, she made me all the bad and good things.
"Fine", She said stepping out of the sitting room heading to the kitchen with the cups.
She came back, walked to the bedroom and came back again, now with a jumper on_buggy one. I was about to leave and so she followed me out to the gate.
She stopped, I hardly glared at her. "Get home safe", she said as if she was talking to a child. It was offensive.
I nodded.
You are my purpose. From today I am going to eat, sleep, talk, walk, pee and dream of you. Then, only then will I come back to you, I'll show you that you were wrong.
I am a man, I'll make you regret saying that to me. Calling me a boy This throbbing dick is my witness. I thought walking away.