Category: eroticliterature

We had been together for a short time but had known each other for years. He was this tall strapping man who id fallen in love with, I was a shorter busty girl. I had been in a pretty rough relationship, and he had stuck by my side the whole time and that’s when I realized I loved him. Through my past relationships I had been able to hold onto my virginity, and it was only when he and I started dating did the stories start to come to me. Some of my friends would come to me and say “you’re so lucky… he’s a real man both physically and sexually”. At first I didn’t understand what they meant but it was when I was asked “how can you take him, he’s so full of sexual drive?” Did I realize that maybe he had another side I hadn’t met. That day it was all I could think about, and it even made me a little wet… That’s when I hatched my plan, that night I sent him a snapchat of me fully clothed. He quickly messaged back “oh hey sorry I was doing homework”, then I turned it up, a snapchat of me without a shirt in a bra and I thought to myself “I think he’s a boob man, either way I have plenty of both”. He, being his typical self, simply answered back with a snap of him self smiling saying “cute babe”. It was in my next snap he realized what I was doing, this time I sent him a video of me in my bed slowly lowering my bra strap. His response was of a snap of his face giving a stern look that turned me on. Without a second thought I sent him a cute picture of me holding my boobs with no visible nipple, and with a devilish grin I hit send. He’d open it and wouldn’t reply for a view minutes. I simply assumed he was rushing through the homework he’d been doing to pay attention to me. That’s when I got a snap in reply, of my bed room window, he was out side my house. I looked out my window which was on the ground floor to see him standing there. I dropped my hands from my chest, yet he never broke eye contact with me. I opened the window and let him step through, I hadn’t got to the part of removing my sweat pants but he pushed up against me grabbing a handful of my ass. He began to kiss me gingerly like he would in the hall ways of the school. But soon enough he changed, there was a force behind him the pushed me onto my bed with him on top of me. I had to push him away only for a minute to shush him, my family was home and if he was caught fucking me we’d both be dead. He would rip my sweats and the pair of boxers I stole from his room off and begin to use my thighs as ear muffs from my own moans. I could tell he was only showing me a small bit of what he could do with his tongue, had he given it his all I knew I would be cumming in seconds and screaming bloody murder. Then it happened, he gave me my first orgasm, he must have realized what was happening as right when it happened his hand covered my mouth, but his fingers kept working on my clit. I remember getting dizzy from my first high of orgasm. That’s when he straddled me, and in a stern voice that soaked me so bad my bed sheets would never be dry again, he told me to pull his cock out myself. I slowly reached up to undo his belt and pulled out the cock that would cause me to be bed ridden the next day from a lack of being able to walk. I didn’t know much of giving a blowjob seeing as that I did it once and I couldn’t make my ex cum. I tried my best taking him to the back of my throat being as far as I could go without gagging too bad to alert anyone else in the house. After about 5 minutes he began to scoot down and stand on the floor, he pulled my body to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He would tease me by running the head of his cock against me. Finally he began to push inside me as he kissed me making me moan into his lips. It was so intense I remember every muscle in my body squeezing and subconsciously running my finger nails down his back. He slowly rocked his hips as we kept up the make out session. With his hand clasping my mouth each time I began to orgasm. This continued until dawn… hours of nothing but passionate sex. We had school the next day so 15 minutes before my moms alarm clock went off he was climbing out my window. And that’s when I saw the scratch marks down his back, from my bed and in a weak tired voice “oh baby your back”. With a smile that sent chills done my spine he looked at me with a smile saying “wait until I don’t have to worry about noise”. With that and a quick “I love you” he left. My mother would soon come in to wake me up, and of course my body temperature was raised so I faked a sickness to get out of stumbling around school. That whole day I laid in bed a dreamt of him… and the demon inside.