Stories : The Player

I had written him off.  His periods of silence, the imposed distance, the aloofness, and the lack of casual touch had made me feel like I was being used for just the occasional sexual gratification.  So I sent him an e-mail letting him know that I didn’t think it was working out.  I told him that I believed that he really wasn’t interested in me, but that I was a conquest; I was too easy, gave in too quickly, and now I didn’t think he was really  interested in me.  I think I even used vulgarity like ‘Fuck You’.

He gave no response – it was a typical response, the silence.  Never knowing if he had received it or not.  Not knowing what kind of emotional response he was having.  But since I didn’t know, I had to just let it all go; I had to give up caring.

That night I lay in bed.  As usual, naked, the red sheets against my skin, processing the day before I fell asleep.  I thought about him, and a few tears fell.  A few of our sexual moments came to mind and my nipples became hard, my member became stiff, and I felt moisture between my butt cheeks.  Then I humorously remembered what he had often e-mailed me while at work “drop your pants” and I would respond “I did, but you’re not here”.  I then rolled from my left-side onto my back and there he was standing at the foot of my bed fully naked.  I gasped, the look on his face was almost anger, but definitely had an intense animal quality look to it.  I rolled onto my stomach and quickly crawled to the far side to put some clothes on.  He grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him.  While on my knees I grabbed the edge of the bed to pull myself away – I was terrified.  Not letting go of me he climbed onto the bed, placed his hands on either side of my hips and thrust his hardened manhood into me, using my knees to provide the pivotal point, sliding in and out of me – I thought he was going to split me in two.

After a short while his hands seemed to relax and I propelled myself off the bed and was about to run into the bathroom to lock myself in.  But he was too aware.  He encircled his arm around my waist and pulled me back and then slammed me against the wall.  His eyes seem to drill right through me.  I could almost feel my heart stop.  He then placed his hands on either side of my waist and lifted me up away from the wall, but my hands sought the wall for support, looking for something to grasp, pull me away, not knowing what would happen next.

His engorged member then plunged deeply between my butt cheeks again with renewed passion.  His tongue licked and his teeth bit on my nipples constantly growling like a wolf.  And then a low rumble that increased in volume until it became a howl and then his warm seed filled me.  I was in tears and we both collapsed exhausted; I had lost consciousness.  I stirred faintly to this warm feeling on my abdomen; he was urinating on me, marking me as his territory.

Later I awoke, finding myself on the bed with a faint aroma of gardenias.  I felt his body spooning mine.  I turned my head and saw his eyes gazing gently into mine – the animal was gone.  He was sensuously stroking my body, we passionately kissed (it seemed like forever) and then he entered me – that wonderful glorious feeling of him filling me up with his manhood.  Exhausted and spent we fell asleep, all was at peace again.

I woke up to the light coming in through my wall of windows.  My body felt sore in the many ways I remember it being used last night.  I turned to look for him, but I couldn’t find anything that would indicate that he had even been there.  Had I dreamt it all?

Tallbtm

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