The lights flickered off and on in three quick pulses. Already poorly lit, the bar was momentarily submerged into darkness before being illuminated again. An electric shivering sensation coursed over the body of the rundown dive. Through the breathing and muffled grunts of conversation, a lone voice overpowered the rest.
“LAST CALL” released from the bartender’s mouth in a tone equally mixed of anticipation and relief for the final thrust of bodies throwing themselves at him in an effort to order their ending drinks of the evening. The bar was packed tonight, the smell of sweat had become palatable as the wave surged onto the bar. Bodies tightly pressed together in a unified desire for the communal need to keep drinking. The throng of people reveling in their public display of Bacchus carnality, while clothed bodies intertwined in a beastly orgy of liquids and dancing. The pulsating masses crying out together in a great need to be heard by the lone man behind the bar.
Near the back of the building sat a man and a woman in what appeared to the casual observer to be an intimate conversation. “Do you want another drink?” the muscled man asked. His too tight shirt straining and on the verge of ripping as he leaned into the woman before him. Reaching a hand out onto her knee, he slowly crept his way closer up her leg until it nearly disappeared enveloped between her thick jean-covered thighs. Fingers like Icarus reaching for the sun, he should have felt the heat radiating from nearly within his grasp. His face maintaining a mask of pure inebriated ignorance that hid if he knew the fire he was so brazenly playing with. Behind the mask, drunk as he was, he failed to notice the inviting warmth from her crotch that wanted his touch.
A dim awareness in the back of her mind told Valerie that his hand was a little too high to be appropriate. A part of her didn’t care, and wishes his hand would keep going deeper. Mostly, she paid it no mind. Her attention was currently enraptured on the bar. The dozens of patrons standing before the bar, to be exact. A living, pulsing mass of limbs and bodies all compact and intermingled in their efforts to entice the bartender to service them first. She imagined the warmth one must feel in the middle of that mob, like Jordan’s hand enveloped by her thighs.
*In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to push her way into that crowd and become one with all the others. Valerie’s thoughts teased her with the idea of mingling scents from the dozens of scents, perfumes, and sweat. Her skin tingled and goosebumps rose on her exposed arms simply from imagining someone’s warm breath caressing her neck from behind. Mind began racing as Valerie could nearly actually feel the crushing weight of body parts pressed against her on all sides. Legs touching legs. Strangers’ breasts pressing tightly against her arm. A dozen hands touching her all over: her waist, her back, her stomach. A body enclosed against her from behind and against her ass would be the welcome sensation of somebody’s firm cock.*
Breathe quickening, Valerie felt a calling. The feeling that enveloped in that rising sea of flesh she would find her deliverance. There was not dozens of strangers before the bar. In the group before her, was an absolute loss of self overcome by the united drive of a singular purpose. In one glorious moment amongst those strangers Valerie would cease to be herself and become something different.
The train of thoughts running over her mind drove Valerie wild, and if Jordan didn’t feel the heat on his fingers emanating from Valerie’s crossed legs, he surely did now.
Inching a little bit closer, Jordan’s grip tightened on her thigh in an unspoken acknowledgement, ruined only by the fact that he then spoke.
“You like where my hand is, don’t you?” He slurred out with all the grace of a drunk goat. *A handsome goat…* Valerie thought.
Adopting a self-congratulatory smirk at his own apparent suave masculinity, Jordan again asked
“That was last call, Did you want another drink?”
Reaching for the half-full glass on the table, Valerie gulped the remaining liquid with practiced ease. Standing up smoothly, she leaned into Jordan so that her lips were next to his ear. Her own hand extended down to take a firm grasp on his crotch. Momentary surprise took her at the size of it. Her palm felt a movement within its grip. *Well at least he’s not totally braindead.* Valerie thought.
“Let’s get out of here your place is nearby, right?” breathed Valerie into Jordan’s ear. His eyes widening in dumb shock he replied “Wh-what?”
With a teasing laugh in Jordan’s ear, Valerie gave a one hard squeeze on the half-erect monster in his pants. “I am going to fuck you. Let’s go now.”
Walking away, Valerie didn’t spare one glance at the man still sitting behind her. She knew he would follow. Her gaze lingered upon the now empty spot in front of the bar, A feeling of loneliness descended upon her. Valerie brushed it aside as she walked out the door, and Jordan finally was catching up to her. She didn’t care for the drunken fool trailing her like a puppy. Even sober, Valerie doubted he could satisfy her desires. But he was good looking, and tonight he was better than nothing. So long as he could stay erect, that would have to be enough. As long as she could ride him, maybe she wouldn’t feel so lonely for a brief time. Making their way out into the night, Valerie and Jordan started walking in the direction of Jordan’s apartment.
By the time they made it to the steps of Jordan’s building, a faint dizzying sensation had fallen on Valerie. The alcohol from the bar had warmed her insides and flowed outward to her appendages. She was feeling a little light headed, Just enough to forget everything in her life except what was immediately before her.
The brightly lit doorway was inviting her within. With a chill in the air, Valerie anticipated the rush of warmth to come as she entered inside the opening at the top of the stairs. Leaning against each other, Valerie had her arm rested familiarly around Jordan’s waist. His own hand had a firm grip on her hip. She would have both of his hands on her hips soon enough, she knew. He smelled of booze, cigarettes, and cheap cologne. A rough combination of scents that Valerie had become intimately familiar with, even if the mix still revolted her. It didn’t matter much. Once inside, the smell of sex would overtake any other. It always did.
Making their way down the hallway, Jordan abruptly stopped in front of a door as plain as all the others. Standing up straight, he almost appeared sober, except for the several failed attempts to insert his key into the lock. Valerie waiting with impatience. *As long as one particular part of him can stand up straight and he doesn’t fumble inserting himself into my lock.* She could stay quiet. After what seemed like minutes, the door opened up and Jordan walked inside.
Standing on the threshold, Valerie took a quick glance within before taking a step into the boundaries of Jordan’s home. It was furnished as plainly as Jordan’s personality was. A couch, a tv, and a weight set made up the living area. Posters of swimsuit models and sports cars decorated the wallspace. Valerie had been here countless times. Or at least other places just like this. The thought set upon her like a weighted shroud, and for the barest moment she was tempted to leave.
Casting the thought off herself, Valerie walked into the room with a purpose. “Do you want water or beer?” Jordan asked, leaning into the fridge with his backside exposed to her. *He does have a firm ass* Valerie allowed herself to admit. In a fluid motion she grabbed Jordan’s arm and spun him around to face her. “What I want right now, is to fuck” Valerie replied, in a demanding tone. The momentary look of surprise on Jordan’s face nearly drove her need to a frenzy. Valerie pressed her body against his, slamming him back into the fridge.
She could feel his entire body, this close against her. Valerie’s soft breasts squeezed against the solidness of his pecs. Leaning her head forward, Valerie’s lips met Jordan’s and without missing a beat his large hands took a firm grasp on her ass and pulled her bottom tighter towards him. Valerie coloured slightly as Jordan gave each cheek a firm squeeze with both hands. With her pelvis against his, she felt his stiffening penis begin to awake to life. She knew he wanted her, and that made her a little wet.
Valerie felt every movement Jordan made, and could feel the soft thrusts towards her as his growing cock strained against the cage of Jordan’s jeans. Surging to break free. Sliding an arm down to meet her new friend, Valerie traced a finger down Jordan’s chest. She could feel the cut of his abs through his shirt. Reaching even lower, she delicately ran her palm enticingly over the long hardened shape in this jeans. Encouraging him to come out.
Mouths pressed together, Valerie could taste the stale rum on his breath as her tongue plunged its way inside his mouth, caressing his own tongue. The two wet shapes caught in a dance together. Every taste bud, every bump and groove on Jordan’s tongue became hers to explore. Valerie was overcome with the thought of his mouth on her clit, a vision which sent a shiver of pleasure rolling down her back. Seizing that moment, Valerie pulled away. Walking in the direction where she assumed the bedroom was located, she looked at Jordan and commanded “Come here.” The dumbstruck puppy followed.
Finding herself in the bedroom, Valerie sat on the edge of the bed. A warmth radiated from her ass where Jordan’s hands were. In that moment, as turned on as she was, Valerie became acutely aware of every part of her body. From the way her bra strap dug into her back, to the cool flush of air on her exposed arms juxtaposed against the rising heat that pervaded her entire being – from her core down to the damp area between her thighs. She knew that her excitement became coalesced and took form down between her legs. she could feel the warm wetness that was slowly dripping from her vagina.
Jordan walked into the room with his shirt already over his head as he removed the frivolous piece of fabric and tossed it aside. Valerie eyed the man standing before her. For all his faults, he was good looking. His large biceps appeared flexed even now, and his mostly hairless chiseled chest led down to abs that even Valerie had to admire. Mostly clean shaved, the barest hint of hair gathered below his navel and Valerie let her eyes wander down the hairy path until it disappeared behind his already too tight pants made all the worse by the hard package at his crotch. *He is good looking*, Valerie thought. She was going to enjoy him. Truth be told, it didn’t matter too much how he looked, Valerie was here for only one thing tonight, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate her catch.
Valerie’s eyes lingered on Jordan’s crotch as though to remove his pants with her mind. Right on queue, Jordan undid his belt buckle and with a hard jerk slid the brown leather through each loop and dropped the belt on the floor. Sitting down beside Valerie on the bed, Jordan leaned in to resume kissing her. One hand fell upon her back gently stroking her, while his other gave a soft squeeze of her left breast. A soft moan escaped Valerie as his hand began to gently massage her breast. She doubted he could feel her nipple under her bra, but Valerie was distinctly aware of the nipples hardening with excitement as they were tenderly rubbed against the fabric from his touches. She flushed with frustration. Overcome with the need to feel his skin against her. In that moment, Valerie regretted wearing that damned bra tonight. Another cage to escape from. Her own hand never left the swelled mass in his jeans where Jordan’s cock was. Let him suffer too, Valerie thought pettily.
The pressure from the hand on her back momentarily lifted only to return intensified as Jordan slipped his hand under her shirt. The muscles in Valerie’s back tensed at the feel of his foreign skin touching hers. Her breath became heavier from the load of anticipation she carried. Peeling his mouth off of hers to pull back, Valerie was momentarily relieved at the chance to catch her breath. And devastated that the kissing stopped.
In one explosive moment, the hand on her back lifted her shirt over her head and carelessly threw it to the floor. Valerie sat exposed, except for the green silk bra she still had on. The chill in the air not able to touch her, warm as she was in the throes of this moment’s passion. With a surprising amount of reluctance, Valerie removed her hand from the bulging shape in Jordan’s pants and moved it to his shoulder. A little force and she pushed him onto his back.
With practiced ease she swung up on top of him and straddled him in a way that the cock running down his jeaned leg was positioned directly from the top to the bottom of her vagina. Even through the clothes, she could feel him pressed against her as her hips started rocking back and forth. Grinding the stiff rail she was straddling while he began thrusting himself forward. His hard cock swelled against her weight.
The two of them sat like that for a moment, gently moving against each other. Soft moans of pleasure and expectation released from Valerie’s lips. Jordan, with a hand on each of her tits, had begun to breathe harder from the exertion. Both of Valerie’s nipples now swollen with the urge to be free. Her breasts tender as Jordan’s big hands worked them over.
Knowing he would struggle, Valerie never gave him a chance as she reached up behind her back and undid the clasp. Removing her bra, she tossed it somewhere behind her. Her breasts felt good to be free. Exposed to the air. While a modest size, Valerie never liked wearing bras. As she had already known, her nipples were erect and looking down at her breasts revealed faint slowly fading finger marks.
A surprised gasp escaped from Valerie, as the moment her tits were out, Jordan launched his mouth in an all out attack. The sounds of grinding fabric and heavy breathing were joined by a wet slurping as Jordan appeared to be trying to inhale her breasts. Valerie’s left areola disappeared beneath his lips as a warm wet sensation flooded her. His tongue worked its way around her areola, grazing over and lithly tasting the swelled flesh of her left nipple. Jordan sucked and licked, and gingerly bit. First one breast, then the other. His lips, tongue, and teeth all working together to drive Valerie wild. At the same time, his hands were exploring their way down her body from her hips to her thighs. Valerie’s pussy, wet as can be, grinding against the hardened form under the pants.
Valerie felt her face flush from all the simultaneous sensations. She needed him inside her. Now. More specifically, she needed the release that his cock inside her would surely bring. That single moment when two people met in a merging bubble of bliss. That feeling when she was no longer Valerie, and when her problems no longer existed. She craved that moment when the only thing that existed was… joy. Valerie yearned to be happy.
Removing herself from Jordan’s body took a great effort, but by now Valerie was pure concentrated will. She knew what she wanted, and nothing was stopping that anymore. She had to cum. The throbbing between her legs worked up into near pain from the insistence of it. Standing up, her hand unconsciously worked its way up to her breasts, now more than a little tender and maybe worked over a little too hard.
With a raspy breath she looked at Jordan and gestured to his pants, telling him “Get up. Take those off”. Wasting no time, he did exactly as she commanded. For Valerie’s part, it was an easy matter to undo her belt, and pull off her pants and thong. A part of her was aware that the now soaked and soiled black thong would definitely need a wash. That was the farthest thing to be concerned about right now.
The crisp air felt good against her flushed, shaven vagina. She could feel her excitement slowly drip down onto her leg as she eyed Jordan removing his pants. His thick penis springing to attention, no longer constrained to the cage it had been. He was a little hairy, but he kept himself well groomed. It didn’t really make a difference to Valerie. This was happening. Valerie bit her lip unconsciously. *He has a large cock* thought Valerie, *Not the largest I’ve seen, but large enough.* The mass of veins running over his shaft promised a good time. For a moment she wished she could put him in her mouth. If he weren’t a complete stranger, she might’ve. *Depending how this goes, I still might. It IS a beautiful dick,* Valerie mused to herself.
Driven by this need, Valerie crawled onto the bed on all fours and thrust her ass up into the air. She knew her ass was thick, and loved flaunting whenever she could. Her ass was one of the few features about herself she consistently liked. As she leaned forward into the bed, the scent of clean linen hit her nose. Her nipples lightly grazing the cool bed sheets felt good. Arching her back more so that her ass was jutted out and her cheeks naturally spread she exposed herself fully to the man behind her.
Valerie felt the flush of her heat meeting the cold air against her vagina and asshole. Glancing back to Jordan, she purred “I want you to fuck me in this position.” While Wiggling her ass tauntingly for emphasis. Wasting no time, Jordan stepped up behind her. She could feel the warmth from his own body on her now. The feeling came upon her of his cock against her wet lips. A moan escaped Valerie’s mouth. Jordan slid his cock against her pussy, driving its way down towards her clit. Not able to see, Valerie imagined his thick shaft coming away glistening wet from her desire.
All thought washed away as Valerie felt him enter her. To Valerie, even Jordan became irrelevant except for the one piece of him that was inside her. Valerie’s back gently arced and her ass angled further up in the desire to feel him deeper within. Jordan grabbed Valerie’s hips with strength that she felt on her bones. A light pressure emanating from below her stomach intensified as Jordan’s cock slipped its way further in her. A moan of relief escaped Valerie’s lips as Jordan pulled back. If he was a loaded gun that became primed to fire again, she craved to pull that trigger. She wanted that dick, that was everything in that moment, and as Jordan momentarily withdrew himself Valerie resolved that he wouldn’t take that from her. Moving her own hips, she thrust her ass back against him again and again.
With his hands positioned on her, he began to feel the tempo she was creating. Valerie was the conductor, and she was the instrument. It was a song Valerie knew, but had never heard before. A song buried deep within her that needed to be let free. Jordan played with some skill. Before long, he took over and Valerie felt her hips guided by Jordan’s hands as with considerable strength he pulled her towards him, while he worked his way to her center. Hard met wet as the two crashed in an explosion of force that drove Valerie’s face red and made her cry out with strained delight.
The sound of her ass slamming against his abdomen was accentuated by the heavy breathing of two bodies in motion. Broken up only by the uncontrollable gasps being driven from Valerie. She could hear his dick worming its way through her in a way when skin met skin in a saturated embrace. A cacophony of pleasure. Discordant and harmonious in a way only two people can create together. A symphony of sultry sounds was created, and it was within Valerie’s control.
Her body felt flushed with heat as a light sheen of sweat began to engulf her. She could feel a lone drop slide its way down her neck following the curvature of her breasts pressed against the bed. The crisp sheets embracing her body became more disheveled as Valerie was pressed sharply forward in a rhythmic fashion. Jordan’s hands held snug on her hips, locked into place by the press of Valerie’s shapely thighs. Every finger on Jordan’s hands were felt squeezing into Valerie’s soft skin. Ten individual pressure points all directed to the one central burgeoning force inside her.
Jordan was a large man, but Valerie was wet enough to take him without strain. Each thrust into her pussy was met with a thunderclap that left Valerie’s thick ass shaking. The heat created as his cock repeatedly worked its way deeper into her left Valerie gripping the bed sheets as the expectation of release became a growing sensation. Valerie bit her lip in equal amounts pleasure, and frustration as she yearned to cry out in a rush of gratification. The taste of Jordan’s lips lingered on hers, and she savoured the flavour of him while her ass relished the feel.
In a swift movement Jordan’s hands removed themselves from her hips. In that second Valerie could have cried out; it was as if a part of her had abandoned herself. Before she could react, two large hands repositioned themselves back upon her body. She almost felt whole again. Jordan’s right hand landed on the small of her back just above her ass. A shiver of sensations crawled up her spine as his warm hand radiated through her. He pushed down on her spine. Valerie didn’t resist as her back was strained further down while her ass was thrust further upward. Angled as she was now, she felt his hard cock sliding against the inner backside of her pussy. Jordan could go deeper within her. Valerie wanted that. Jordan gave her what she wanted.
As Valerie’s ass was thrown up and strained against the limits of her body, Jordan’s left hand crashed onto Valerie’s ass with enough force to raise a cry for her throat, and leave a flashed red mark on her cheek. “Again.” Valerie weakly pleaded. His hand immediately struck her causing her body to lightly convulse. “Again” She commanded with more force. A ringing carried through the air as the pain on Valerie’s ass lingered. Once. Twice. Three times he slapped her until Valerie could have cried in joy from the pain of it. It hurt her, but the pain only served to make her more keenly aware of how good she felt.
His hand cupped her backside gently, soothing the sting on her round cheek. In one fluid moment the blissful hurt returned as he squeezed the meat of her ass in a firm grip. Valerie could feel her ass being split and spread open as his fingers gripped and meant to tear her open. The sticky wet lips of her vagina being peeled off of the long rod as he rammed himself inside her. It hurt. Valerie craved more.
Over the soft grunting coming from the body behind her, Valerie breathed “Pull my hair”.
The man behind her, with seemingly all the blood pulled away from his brain answered back “Ar-Are you sure?”. With a sigh that Valerie couldn’t tell was from exacerbation or pleasure she repeated “Pull my fucking hair. Now”. This time Jordan couldn’t deny it. His hand lifted itself from her ass. Valerie momentarily regretted the decision as the red hot skin on her ass met the cold exposed air and the burning sensation began to fade. Without his hand in place, her ass closed slightly and the moist lips of her pussy began to enclose themselves around Jordan’s veiny cock once again.
Any regret disappeared as Valerie’s long hair was taken in a grip and wrapped around Jordan’s hand. With a sharp pull Valerie’s head was yanked back, the muscles in her neck going tight with the strain. The ache was met with a thousand tingling sensations on her scalp as each hair was being pulled free from their confines of her head. Never once did Jordan slow as he plunged into her with great force. *And who said men can’t multitask* Valerie would have thought, were she capable of thinking of anything else but what was happening to her. Valerie’s entire body ached with the tension building that had to be freed. She was confined, and the only escape was the release that was now within her sight. As though able to read her like a book, Jordan slowed the mad drive of his penis.
He pulled himself all the way back so the tip of his throbbing cock was nearly withdrawn completely from Valerie. In one explosion of motion, Jordan gave her silken hair another firm pull, while in a booming thrust he forced himself all the way inside her. Valerie moaned. Her soft voice nearly raspy from the exertion of it all. Words close to incomprehensible to her now. She was less human in that moment than she was a raging storm of desire. Jordan very slowly withdrew his penis again. She could feel every single inch of him as flesh rubbed against flesh. Valerie’s head was pulled back as Jordan directed her by her hair, and she nearly quivered with expectation. She knew what came next.
For a moment she was left breathing heavily, disappointment creeping on her as nothing happened when she expected it to. Another moan as he thrust all the way into her again. This was it. This man could give her what she wanted. Through him she could break free. Valerie could feel herself ready to burst. She was sure if she touched just below her stomach she would break open. Jordan punched all the way into her. His testicles swinging up and lightly grazing her clit, repeatedly. She was in a frenzy.
Her hair was jerked back, sending another wave of light vibrations down her spine. Expecting what happened next, she was surprised when Jordan’s right hand lifted from her back, and lightly wrapped itself around her taut neck. His fingers pressed and enclosed over her throat. Valerie could easily feel the rapid beat and flow of blood rushing to her head. Jordan began propelling himself into her. Faster. Faster. Valerie’s cries were stifled out with a whimper as his hand caught any sound in her throat before she could make it.
In a show of strength, her body was pulled back by the hands on her throat and hair. Her back curved and strained until she could feel his warm, sweaty chest against her spine. Hand on her throat, warm waves washed over her shoulders as his hard breath was now close enough to touch her.
The wet slapping sound increased to a near constant hum, as Jordan gave everything he had to the effort. Valerie ass began to burn from the sore beating it took against his stomach. She would likely be bruised. She didn’t care. Her hair fell down her side as the hand that held it let go. Wrapping himself around her in a backwards embrace, the fingers on Jordans free hand found Valerie’s breast.
With a brief pinch of greeting on her already puffed up nipple, Jordan squeezed her breast in a vice grip so hard that Valerie almost wanted him to stop. Almost. One hand on her chest. The other on her neck, Valerie was pressed against him. Curving her back so her ass was thrust out, Jordan entered her again and again. Two bodies becoming one, connected at Valerie’s shoulders and ass. Valerie was right where she needed to be. She felt the feeling of connectivity. Her vagina burned itself around Jordan’s cock, and each quick thrust added another shiver of expectant bliss. Everything began to disappear. In one moment, the dam would burst and a wave would crash over her, washing herself away. She needed to release it. She had to. It was going to happen.
With Jordan’s head right behind hers, she heard his voice muttering to himself, but speaking directly into her ear, bringing her momentarily back from the brink. “Oh shit yeah. Oh fuck. Yes. yes. Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuck”. Reality snapped back into place, as the fast past symphony came to an immediate close. Jordan stopped moving, as Valerie felt his penis engorged itself to its utmost, and pulsed while a foreign emergence made itself known as Jordan came inside her.
Valerie could have cried. It was all taken away from her, again. The raucous cacophony that was playing just a moment ago faded until the only sounds left were individual heavy breaths of two people. Valerie could feel Jordan’s warm alcohol stained breath on her shoulders, and it made her want to take a shower. Removing himself from her, Jordan stretched out before walking over to the washroom. “Goddamn Babe, that was amazing. I think we found something here.” His voice carried as he went to go clean himself. Valerie remained frozen in place, kneeling on the bed. Jordan’s warm seed beginning to work its way out of her, dripping onto her leg. She felt disgusted by herself, but made no move to go clean herself up. That disgusted her more.
Jordan walked back into the room, his manhood no longer stiff. He searched through the clothes lain piled up on the floor. Finding a pair of red boxers, he gave them a sniff before putting them on. “This was really fun” Jordan said, as he climbed up into the bed. “You can sleep on that side. Maybe we can do it again in the morning. I’m glad you came and introduced yourself at the bar”. Valerie wanted to shout at him. She wanted to yell at him that she never told him it was okay to cum in her. She wanted to slap him and chide him. She wanted him to apologize. Most of all she wanted to leave. This was the sort of place she had been before and she didn’t want to be here any longer.
“You’re really quiet now, you were so direct this entire night. I’m glad that I could satisfy you so much you have nothing to say.” The words came out of Jordan’s mouth, but Valerie barely heard them. She needed to leave. As she always did she flopped herself down into the bed instead. She sat against the headboard of the bed. Mind drifting endlessly. Valerie thought of nothing. She felt empty. Her ass already feeling lightly bruised, her scalp hurt, neck sore, her knees were pained. Valerie sat. She didn’t know how long she sat there, but she did feel an odd sense of relief when she noticed that the breathing from the brute next to her deepened as Jordan fell into a satisfied sleep. She had been in this position many times before. Then why did this time feel so different? She had never had problems falling asleep like this before. A single tear coalesced in her eye, and Valerie wiped at it before it could fall. She would not allow herself to cry.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, she knew. She didn’t know why she knew that. Another wave of revulsion set itself upon her. She was repulsed by the man next to her. The apartment. Her self. Everything was wrong. Valerie was overcome with the need to get a way. For the first time in her life, she listened to herself.
Rising out of bed, she worked her way around the room to locate all of her removed clothing. She was tempted to have a shower first, but couldn’t bring herself to. She could shower later. It didn’t matter now. Once she found everything she put her clothing on. The cum that dripped on her leg now solidified began flaking off as she put her panties on. She would deal with it all later. For now she had to leave.
Valerie walked out of the door to Jordan’s apartment. She would never be back here, she knew. There was no looking back. Walking down the plain hallway of the building, she found the main entrance and stood before the big glass doors. It was still dark outside. Valerie couldn’t tell what time it was, but she knew it was late. Not wanting to go home, but having no desire to stay here, Valerie was left with no choice. Opening the door that led into the dark street, Valerie stepped through the entryway. For the first time in her life she felt directionless. She didn’t know what she wanted, and she didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be here. For now it was enough that she was moving forward.
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