It’s my first story, and english ain’t my native tongue so I’d appreciate any feedback you guys and gals could give me. Anyways, here’s the story
Fabric. Cigarettes. Alcohol. Pleasure. In. Out.
All words bouncing through Catherine’s head as her lover the fucked her brains out. Every time his hips collided with her’s Catherine could feel her entire body rocking back and forth. Every time the man pushed his member deep into her she felt electrical signals of pleasure shoot up through her body and into her mind, overpowering any rational or reasonable thought. The only real thoughts she could form were singular words about sensations. The feeling of the smooth, silky satin-sheat against her skin. The smell of cigarettes. The alcohol in her bloodstream.
In. Out. In. Out.
Her face, which normally had a look of calm ‘togetherness’ permanently engraved on it had been distorted into one of lust. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth was open to allow her sweet moans to escape her throat and her blonde hair was in a complete mess from all the exploratory grabbing and pulling her lover had done.
The man atop her felt her. Felt her pleasure. Felt her bliss. He gently cupped her cheek with his right hand, caressing it gently. He gave off a wry smile, and then quickly pulled back said hand and swung his open palm right across the same sweet cheek he had just so affectionately caressed. The meaty impact of his open palm against her sounded reminiscent of a gunshot, and Catherine’s head recoiled to the side from the sheer force of it.
Up until now Catherine had never had any masochistic tendencies. She had never wanted pain. But the sting from his palm striking her face awakened something in her. It felt good, amazing even. Complete was the word to describe it. It felt complete, like the blissful mix of pleasure and pain was all that she would need in this world.
She’d already been close to climaxing before, but this sent her over the edge. Her already tight cunt clenched up around her lover’s car as seemingly every muscle in her body tenses up, he entire nervous system lighting up with signals of absolute pleasure. Her moans had turned into what more resembled a scream, and her entire body quivered from the sheer ecstacy she now felt. And then, she fell limp.
While the slap had felt complete, nothing compared to this. In her mind, she could die right here, right now with no regrets. She was, for now, not just complete, but perfect.