*This is my first time posting a story publicly, please be gentle? I have loads of these in my head, should I write an erotic fiction book of these? Is that even a real career? Would you read Part II to this story?*
When I first met her, I had no idea that it would be only a few short hours until I felt her body tense against mine, muscles quivering against my legs, abs, and chest. Quickly followed by the spreading warmth of her cum all over my cock. We clung to each other for dear life, our heavy breathing in sync with each other, interrupted by breathless “holy fucks,” until my cock returned the favor deep inside of her, pulsing and wet and tight. Cum dripped down the inside of her thighs and onto the tile floor.
But I suppose I should probably back up here. My name doesn’t matter, but what does matter is that I am a straight man in my 30’s, recently single after a long, sad relationship, and I go to bed with literal chest pangs when I notice how cold the other side of the bed is now. In other words, I’m lonely. Just like any of us are in our own ways.