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Silent Sex

Opening the cookbook with a piece of paper sticking out of its pages, the girl opposite me went back to her books, taking notes as she browsed through the pages. I have been sitting across her for the past hour, deeply engrossed in the poems of William Blake until she slid THAT ‘Guide to Baking’ to me.

9631****

I picked up my phone and caught her watching me in her peripheral vision, until I set it back down on the desk. I too, was stealing glances at the white dressed girl as she took her phone out and replied to a message.

9631**** (WhatsApp): ‘Cookie. Shall we get coffee now?’

We started packing our bags after I peeped at my phone, and went our separate ways to check our books out. With one book each in our hands, I followed closely behind her to the coffee shop under Bras Basah, and got a Styrofoam takeaway cup from ‘Cookie’, the name she gave in her text.

She then went up the escalators without saying anything until exited the lift at the topmost floor of the attached residential block. For once, I found myself dying to hear the voice of the mysterious girl who gave me her number, the first time ever in my life.

I waited outside an apartment to see her carry two foldable wooden chairs out, and slung them over my forearm with the two cups of coffee still in hand. I continued walking behind her to the stairs leading to the rooftop, where she unlocked the heavy lock with a key. The sight of the evening sky at a place restricted to many, was nothing less than breathtaking after so many years of my life in this tiny island.

We made ourselves comfortable at a spot some distance from the edge, and sipped our coffee with phones in hand.

Cookie (WhatsApp): ‘It’s nice isn’t it?’
Me (WhatsApp): ‘Indeed.’

The only building taller than us was the National Library, which top floors were empty after 6pm. We spent the next thirty minutes with our heads in the books, straining our eyes harder as the sky got darker. The quiet moment came when she shut her book loudly, and stood up to finish her coffee.

At that height and situation, I had no idea what to do, or react when she stripped her top off, leaving her in bra and skorts. When she started walking to the ledge, I had to follow her in case she was thinking of doing anything stupid. And then, she gave her arms a stretch and turned to me.

The next thing I knew, she had grabbed my shirt at the chest and pulled me in to kiss, smearing her soft lips over my mouth that was still in shock. My eyes closed slowly while admiring the gorgeous twenty-plus year old girl, long hair draped over her neck, sharp collarbone protruding out of her slim shoulders, and also, the whiffs of the floral fragrance that wasn’t there sometimes.

Her hands lifted my shirt above my nipples and she went to unhook her bra that was pressing lightly on me. As our bare chests touched, our arms went around each other’s backs and intensified our kisses. I could imagine vividly, how we would have looked if a camera was filming at the chairs, capturing our intimate embrace against the horizon, separating the moonlit clouds, from our mesmerising cityscape.

We were letting our inner desires do their work when she undid my jeans, and lowered my underwear enough to whip my hardening erection out. I was only allowed to remove her skorts after she slapped my hand away at her panties, giving me a quick striptease when she wriggled them down her shapely ass.

We quickly found ourselves hugging again after her brief moment of nudity, with her doing a little ‘hop’ to wrap her legs around my waist. In that position, the only place my hands could go was under her bum, to help support her weight on my neck.

The tip of my penis soon met the erotic soft opening of her pussy, that was found to be slightly damp when she let her arms slip a little to let that little head into her. In that strangely-comforting connection where two hearts beat as one, our tongues didn’t stop wrestling to get into each other’s mouth, driving our urges insane before we even moved our bodies anymore.

After taking a few seconds to savour that passionate moment, I began thrusting my cock into her by jerking only my hips, and the grip(s) around my neck and her back tightened as our senses were overtaken by sex. The petite girl made no noise throughout my high-speed rampage, leaving me to be the only one groaning and cringing in that addictive pussy I was ‘loving’.

Cookie (moaning): ‘Mmm.. Mmm!’

Her widened eyes stared into my soul as I felt her vagina squeeze me for its dear life, until her fingernails dug into my back. Dripping noises immediately came from under our feet, at the same time her head landed on my shoulder so I would stop moving inside her.

Once her feet unwrapped around my hips, I let her down and she turned herself to look at the darkening skies. I was secretly glad that it wasn’t over when her hand went behind her back and grabbed my dick, ‘parking’ it below her ass, under her wet pussy.

The restricted space between her thighs made the ‘penetration’ no different from the sex I just had, and was still well lubricated for me to thrust into. ‘Thigh gap’ now have a different use besides being the misappropriated gauge for a woman’s weight-to-curves ratio.

As I slid my cock through the slippery Y-shaped improvision, she was treated to a boob massage in front of the skyline.

‘I’m cumming soon.. ‘

The unhurried orgasm creeped its way between us, and she just brought a finger to where my little head was poking out at, to tease it with every inward stroke. Having no suggestions to an alternate unloading ‘bay’, I just kept going while moaning a countdown for her.

‘Cummmmminnnghhhh!’

The first few shots sprayed into the distance in front of her, before the latter squirts dribbled down her thighs in weak attempts. Cookie was pretty coy about it without any strong response, and let me – or him, unload down to the last drop.

The both of us spent the next few minutes cleaning up with her packet of wet tissues, and made out on my chair to conclude the night. Still without a word exchanged (audibly), we left the roof and returned her chairs to the house, which I was still wondering was where she lived.

At the lift, she typed on her phone again, and showed me a message on the screen.

‘I will completely understand if you don’t want to be acquainted cause I am a mute.’

I impatiently took her phone from her and continued typing from where the sentence ended.

‘I will completely understand if you don’t want to be acquainted cause I am a mute. Except that you will be more than happy to be mine because I can tell you more things than what words can express.‘

Our public ‘exploration’ was made easier with only one person needing to ‘tone’ down, and she had a sharp ear for early-threat-detection. That rooftop will always be our favourite place to hang out, in the dwindling number of places to such beautiful sights.

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A Sick or Too?

The overwhelming sense of helpfulness was pretty much unneeded when a girl in a white muscle tank came up to me at the void deck I was doing some work on, asking me for a cigarette instead of other less ‘harmful’ requests. I had no reason to turn her down, especially with that red bra showing through the wide gaps, nor was I expecting her to repay my favour with sex.

After giving her what she wanted, she tied her dog to a table next to us before conveniently sitting down next to me, peering into my screen at what I was doing.

‘Can you be my listening ear?’

‘Sure.’

That was the most superficial and ‘fake’ answer I could give after blacking out my screen, lying back on my seat while taking long drags from my stick. That insensitive girl was unique in the sense that she couldn’t see what was wrong with her request, and easily went on to talk about why she was walking her dog at such ungodly hour.

Apparently, her sister bringing a guy home to sleep in the same room (as her) was not something I could help her with. I wasn’t just going to bring a stranger (or two, including her dog) home out of pity. When she started crying at the part where her younger sister would verbally abuse her, I packed my belongings to get out of that embarrassing situation in case anyone walked by.

‘Can you stay with me for a while more? Let’s go to the playground?’

Ironically, THE playground was in the direction of my home, and she was less than shy to drag me up to the entrance of a slide when we walked past it. In that tiny space, I still had my tote bag across my shoulder when she threw herself at me, casually using my shirt to wipe her tears away.

‘How old are you?’

‘Twenty?’

Right. It must have been tough on her family to have such a girl that clueless amongst them. Since I wasn’t going to fight my way out of her tight embrace any time soon, I put my bag down and held her for a good five minutes. I wasn’t sure what it did for her, but I felt a little relieved when she cleared her nose while her head was still against my chest.

‘Thank you.’

‘And you’re welcome.’

We remained in that position until she tucked her hands into her chest, feel her bra come loose under my hand which was on her back.

‘Am I really that detestable?’

Oh you wouldn’t want to know. I am already feeling that in the fifteen minutes we spent together.

‘Why would you ask that?’

I wouldn’t be able to be that honest without finding out if her question was a rhetorical one or genuinely wanted to hear an answer.

‘I have given everyone, everyone what they asked for and all of them just got more angry when I did what they wanted. I don’t understand why my ex dumped me after he asked me to suck his friend’s dick. Can you tell me why?’

I was dumbfounded after the example she gave, and felt a little shame ending my hurry to get home. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone like her existed, but for anyone take advantage of such innocence, it was just unforgiveable. ‘Retarded (in the mentally handicap sense)’ was an overstatement given how well she could start a conversation, but seemingly suitable in the backstory she told.

Her hands started to massage her breasts despite being in the presence of a stranger, and was still looking clueless when I showed her a ‘are you serious?’ face.

‘What are you doing?’

‘I always feel better when I do this. My ex showed me how it helped.’

What. The. Fuck. She was so natural when she placed her hand on my groin, getting one squeeze at it before I could fling her hand away. What was she up to this time?

‘I can’t even make you happy huh?’

‘You don’t have to make me happy. You should be making yourself happy. Not anyone else.’

‘I am. But I want to make you happy too.’

Did that reply even made any sense? Her face was glowing with sex after the minute of self-boob-massage, along with moans after she stuck one hand over her grey yoga shorts to masturbate herself. I could see the horizontal scratches on her thighs when she opened her legs wider, all the way up to her shorts I couldn’t see beyond.

‘What are you looking at?’

‘The cuts on your legs.’

‘Oh! I accidentally cut myself when I was shaving. He said girls should be smooth everywhere.’

Fuck. Can someone ever feel so ‘poor thing’ to me? Was ‘hurt’ the only thing the world could do to her? If anyone deserved to be cut, there wouldn’t be anyone else more suitable than her ex. She was just a poor, innocent girl who was always one step behind everyone else.

The girl was smiling silly when she wriggled her naked ass out of her shorts, illuminating the groin to my horror as she checked how wet she was under the dim street lamps. More scars were scattered around the exterior of her vagina, as if she had inflicted those wounds out of depression. Would I be surprised if that was what she did to herself? Probably not.

‘I got these when he tried shaving for me.’

There was no one to blame when the relationship, that I suspected had no ‘love’ in it, snapped. She was a willing victim, and he was a more-than-happy-to-prey, predator. I wasn’t thinking straight when she brought my fingers to feel the healed injuries, until she used my hand to rub on her clit.

‘Ahhh.. this feels so much better.. ‘

Both her hands were working on her bare breasts while my fingers circled on her clit, momentarily delivering her from the cruelty she had suffered through. I let her unzip my berms and didn’t stop her from giving me a handjob, even groaning as it happened to see her smile even wider. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was really helping or adding on to her infinitely depressing history.

‘Don’t you just like it when two person can make each other happy?’

So, that was the ‘happiness’ she knew.. As an orgasm surfaced to shiver her scar-covered lower half, my arm was clamped in its place between her legs, desensitising her bad memories with small, fingertip flicks over her clit.

‘Do you want to put it inside me?’

Wow. If she had never been told ‘no’ before, I wasn’t going let my first time hearing this question, slip by.

‘Yes.’

She tied the hanging part of her tank top at her belly and sat over my folded legs, with my dick still hanging out of my pants. She managed to ‘slide’ me inside when she fidgeted her way up my lap to sit closer (face to face), though not moving one bit in that comforting position.

‘Are you my boyfriend now?’

Her pussy was already twitching on its own before I answered. Our hips began rocking towards each other with that question still hanging, and her soft moans promptly forgot about it. The urge to cum came much later, since my mind was thinking about what she thought of me.

‘I’m.. I’m going to climax again!’

She basically fucked herself to the next orgasm with two minutes, staining my pants with a gush of liquid that cause her to pant heavily while releasing them. I quickly turned us over to put her on the solid metal floor, and went on to pound the juices out of her oyster.

Trusting that solid, hard cock deep and fast at her tightening hole, my mind already had its answer. Which guy in the world wouldn’t want a girl that gullible as her? Despite being smart enough to get a degree, she was lacking in where guys would be troubled over. Bluntly put it, it was my ‘blessing in raging hormones’. I used every last bit of strength I had to grant her one more orgasm, before I threw myself back at the strike of my own climax.

‘Yes.’

I watched her flung herself forward onto her hands, slamming that sexy butt of hers on my immobilised body. She kept going till I slapped my hands on her waist, about to push her away at the last second.

The crazy girl turned herself over on her knees and let me blew my load into her mouth. She took everything in, sucking desperately for every drop’s worth out of my body. I was barely fazed when swallowed my load before my eyes, puzzling me somehow with that cheerful, bright smile after what just went down her throat.

We got dressed after a bit of cuddling and made our way to her place, at her request so her parents wouldn’t scold her if they were still awake. After she let her dog enter the dark living room, she stepped out again to give me a kiss.

‘I just hope my sister’s boyfriend don’t do anything to me in the middle of the night again.’

‘What did he do?’

‘He would touch me till I’m horny and then ask me to help him out. I think when my sister didn’t pleasure him enough.’

What the hell did I expect? I wasn’t even that surprised when that plot twist came. Upon hearing that, I dragged her away from the hellish place without any explanation. We hopped into a cab and spent the night in a hotel, where she sleep soundly, possibly for the first time ever, in my arms till daybreak.

Nothing else happened that day, at least not without her parents knowing where she went for the whole night. Ever since she introduced me to her family, she was allowed to spend nights at my place, especially on days her sister’s boyfriend would sleep over.

That scum-of-all-mankind was finally kicked out of their place after I told them, including her sister, about what happened. It was my job to fix the first of many problems their beloved elder daughter didn’t know how to.

I honestly doubt she saw any ‘wrong’ in all that was happening, or happened in her life no matter how hard I tried to show her things in a normal person’s view. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was one of the few that were brought to this world for someone worthy to take care of for life.

And I was getting some good obedience in return.

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Jazz

‘You’re not bad at this huh?’

The pretty, wavy haired girl pulled me to the dance floor as soon as a jazz piece came on, swaying alongside other couples who were drunkenly in love. She had approached me as a dare from her friends whom had a date, and I was picked from the sea of tables in a bar filled with chatter.

A few stumbles later got my clumsy feet moving at her pace, as well as a little alcohol to help me out. The alluring perfume she wore made her extremely mesmerising, and even complimented the music full of soul. Locking our eyes together, there was something we saw in each other, but beyond what alcohol usually cloud our heads with.

This phrase, ‘she is a pretty woman, and I am a sporting guy (having not rejected her on her first try)’, pretty much summed up the hints of our admiring gaze. In the most absurd way to make an aquaintance, we had something growing inside us that we couldn’t stop.

When she tiptoed with a gentle close of her eyes, the ‘intent’ was sealed with a kiss, that brought her arms around my back, and my hands to her neck. Breaths after breaths of each other, the urge to want more finally got us to her table, where no one was there to bide her farewell. Still, she managed to pass the message to her friend before we made our way out, to the strangely empty main road for a cab.

On the ride to a nearby hotel, she suddenly turned into a little lamb, sitting composed until I pulled her face to mine, making out for the rest of the journey. The shyness disappeared immediately and it was when we reached our destination did she stop me. As quickly as we could, we went to the assigned room with me holding her hand in front, making it looked as if I was ‘cheating’ a girl to bed.

Through the door we went, and she was back to the crazy, wild side, stripping me as I did the same for her towards the bed. Falling onto her back in front of me, I had the first turn to land kisses down her body, giving her erected nipples some love before she opened her legs for me.

It wasn’t unlike any encounters I’ve had, she was the one guiding me during the whole eating-her-out game. My tongue had never felt so much energy to flick a clit so tirelessly, trying to lick her ‘dry’ non-stop. Her body started shivering after a while and the partial murmur didn’t matter when she squirted forcefully into my face. For one, that happened to fast for me to get everything down my throat.

Before I could get back into bed after wiping up, she jumped up and pushed me against the table, below the TV. Her knees dropped to the ground and it was her turn to play, sucking my uncut dick to her heart’s content. My mind was in half-disbelief and half-enjoyment to have her work every inch skilfully, gagging so happily when I groaned at her deep throat. I could feel myself getting bigger as blood rushed to the tip, trying to even out the violent suction when she focused at the pee hole.

When she finally got up on her feet, I carried her behind her back to the bed, dropping her on her sore knees first for relief. She instinctively fell onto her hands and stayed still for me. We didn’t let any worldly fears stop us and let my cock wriggle between her thighs, sliding into her pussy that was still dripping for me.

My hands couldn’t break free from her sexy waist that made my palms looked so big. My hips kept thrusting to savour the mini-orgasms repeatedly over my dick, unable to get enough of her moans and gasps. Still slightly tipsy from earlier, my mind wasn’t exactly thinking of making this last as long, but a good thing when my end was delayed.

Going all out for another minute, a loud splash hit the bed as she climaxed, limbs giving way to let her body down flat on the soaked blanket. I continued pounding her despite that and unleashed everything, till my internal alarms went off.

Having no other choice, I pulled out and she jolted upright immediately, shaking violently while trying to reach for my cock. I went over her belly and let her jerk me off, for a couple of minutes before I came all over her chest and neck. We stayed in that position for a while to summarise our night with a long tongue fight, though gentle and calming to make up for our impulsive act.

At the end of it, I gathered my last bit of strength and cleaned her up before I tucked her in, sleeping in a spooning position behind the sweet smelling girl. The midnight erection got us perspiring in the wee hours as we went at it again. A ride on top of me to start things off, then good ole’ missionary to complete the cycle before I came in her mouth for a snack.

The next time we woke up, it was by a call from the reception, for you-know-what. At the lobby where we parted ways, did we exchange names. Alicia, she was called.

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In the Bedroom

By Nikkinom

You can call it ‘charm’, when I found myself seated on the man’s bed, without any clothes, and legs spread as wide as I could. The only thing I knew about him, was the fact that he was almost twenty years older than me. But it was something else, that made me so comfortable to bare my body for him.

Even though he was shrouded in darkness, I could make out where his eyes were looking at. They were, on my naked body, at the area below my neck. My fingers mysteriously went to work, on my clit I never showed anyone how it was done. Little circles would cloud my mind, and taps would send tiny jolts up my back. There was no fear, of him doing anything but watch from his seat, a chair beyond the end of the bed.

The fiery tip of his cigarette would glow, as he took a puff of it, all in an unhurried, calm manner that helped more than he knew. I was slowly, touching myself to an orgasm. It would never occur to me, that I will come in front of a stranger, and even more so, at my usual loudness and intensity.

His smile that came when I climaxed, put my mind in even more ease. From where I sat, with the darkness he was in, I could tell that he was doing something to his pants. The unmistakable sound of zippers, messy ruffling of linen, he stopped moving once something tall, hard, poked out into the air.

‘Come’, his deep voice summoned my helpless body over, and I did. As I crawled closer, I could see how thick he was. It resembled his stature. A firm, grounded pillar, wrapped in flesh as thin as my labia. I went on my knees in front of his chair, and peered up at his overshadowed face.

Seconds passed without a word from him, and I knew better than to let him speak, for I cannot imagine what he might say. I put my hand around his penis, bent it towards me and brought my face closer. It was pink, I think. It was hard to tell from the yellow, tungsten light, but I could sense its power.

A power I craved to overpower.

My mouth went right up to it and my lips went around it carefully, without tasting anything yet. I held it there as I stuck my tongue towards it, pressing hard to know how much pre-cum, if any, was there. Salty, sweet, clean. That was all I needed to know of his hygiene. My head moved back and forth on its own, using saliva that gathered in my jaw to help him slide easier, in and out of my face.

I didn’t hear him groan, nor felt any twitches. He just sat there, smoking and enjoying it with his eyes closed. I almost liked how calm he was, but the competitiveness in me wasn’t gone. Like a natural, I went faster, taking him a little deeper but not enough to gag. Then, he flinched. I saw him tilt his head back, and he didn’t suck on his cigarette anymore. Ashes dropped as his toes clenched, until I suddenly felt his hand on the top of my head.

‘That’s enough’, he said in a suppressed-agitated tone. Had I won? Apparently, not. He helped me up and brought me into the bathroom, to the sinks where a wall of mirror laid behind them. All I noticed, was how my make up was still on, even my lipstick, that should be gone from the saliva and vigorous motion over it.

He put me over the sink and took a while to find my entrance, but it didn’t take any longer than that. He fucked my wet pussy so easily, as if I was made for him. My mind was all over the place. Especially so when his cock stretched my vagina walls so thinly, like a condom. I think I lost my wetness, when it got more and more intense. I could feel the bumps on his erection cleaning my insides out. He was reaching a spot no man had been, in a way no toys could match.

I was about to come again, and he could feel it too. He kept going faster and faster, hurting me at my hips where the sink was. Out of nowhere, a jet of hot cum sprayed inside me, and did not stop until I heard the loud, dripping noises of thick fluids hitting the floor. He gradually slowed his thrusts, but did not stop. He just went slow and steady until I felt my walls getting spread again.

He had already began picking up speed, shoving his meat inside my full vagina. As a first for me, to use cum as lubricant, I couldn’t help but get wetter. The thought of having cum pushed so far up me, while some of it was going to make another load. It turned me on so much.

Halfway, he grabbed a handful of my hair, and without yanking on them, brought me outside to the balcony where the cold wind blew. Somehow, he managed to bring his pack of cigarettes and lighter along, to light one up for each of us. While he made himself comfortable on the solid, steel chair, I bounced myself on his cock, feet tucked between his. It was an experience to be smoking at the same time fucking a man. I made sure to see where the lit end of the cigarette went when I put my hands on his thighs, so I could ride him better.

The second, consequetive round lasted longer, longer than the stick he handed me. Once I was done smoking, I could ride him better, and faster. I loved the huge electrifying shocks to my brain whenever I slammed my ass down on him. It would never fail to stop him from taking another puff. It was like a game, a child would play.

When my desire for another orgasm overwhelmed me, I stopped caring about his smoke. I rocked atop him so hard that when I was about to come, I made sure to use that tight, pretty pussy to milk him until his face crashed into my back. I felt the second squirt into my pussy coming so hard, and I went to rub my clit so I would still be throbbing on the inside.

He just came and came until he fell back, arms hanging over the armrest like a dead body. I only knew I felt full when I lifted myself up, but not how much until blobs of cum drenched his stubby cock. Not wanting to leave any stains on the floor, I turned to him and ate those excess cum up. I swallowed it like medicine, which taste didn’t get to me until they were in my belly.

We went back into the bathroom for a quick shower, and then to sleep. I remembered how I kept playing with his cock, wanting to see if a man could sleep with a hard on. The third round he so angrily forced it into me from behind, told me otherwise. The little anger made me wet quickly, and made him cum as quickly. There was almost nothing when he collapsed over my back.

Luckily, he still had strength to roll over before falling asleep. I couldn’t complain about the rage-sex that happened in the middle of the night when I sucked him because I couldn’t sleep.

I will miss his cock.

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An Incepting Story

(girl asked) ‘Hey.. Are you heading to Suntec?’

‘Not really. I’ll be waiting nearby for some friends to finish the countdown. Then maybe go for a drink or something.’

‘That’s cool. Smart choice to avoid the crowd huh? Do you have a nice place to chill? I think I’m going follow your plans until the countdown is over.’

We continued chatting in the train till I switched tracks to Bugis, for a quiet little spot where I would usually write if I am in the vicinity. Once we got out of the station, she casually clung onto my arm as the floor was wet after a rain, and proceeded to a rooftop in total silence.

(her surprised tone) ‘Wow! This place is awesome!’

Having three hours to kill, I set up my iPad and began typing a highly-likely-but-impossible(?) story inspired by our acquaintances.

Leanna knew better than it being a coincidence they had a chance to talk at all. The sight of his toned back, pressed against the thick, cotton, sleeved top that joined the pair of slim-fit jeans so perfectly, was what overpowered her usual shyness to any cross gender interaction. His seemingly light-but-weighted bag showed her more than enough about what he carried, bare necessities for him to get through that rainy night.

With no music in his ears, his eyes fixated on a blank point of the carriage, mind much more active than how distracted he appeared to be. Standing just one feet away during their brief introduction, her mind was mesmerised by his voice, rhythm of speech, and precision to get her questions answered.

As she saw her name, Leanna, appeared at the top, the nature of my literature slowly became clearer.

(she whispered) ‘Erotica?’

‘Yeah.’

Seated beside an erotica writer at the rooftop, her eyes remained glued to the next part he was about to write. Partially overwhelmed by his intellect, the cold ground was gaining contrast to the warmth in her panties, directly in contact with the rain-washed rough surface.

Leanna couldn’t explain the racing heartbeat, and beyond that, an urge to give his bulge a squeeze to see if she turned him on. No way would a sex writer not be turned on when his mind is living a sexual fantasy right?

Slowly, her hand went under my belly that was ‘pushed out’ when I bent forward at my keyboard, and gave the zipper area my dick was supposed to be poking against, a squeeze. My abrupt pause stopped her as well but she requested me to continue, while she ‘tries’ to realise my fantasy.

She finally gave in to the temptation and reached for his zipper, cranking it down so she could slip her fingers into it. When the warm, semi-hard erection greeted her cold fingers, she quickly undid the only button restricting her entry. Once she wrapped her fingers around his manhood tightly, a satisfying gasp from him eased the embarrassment she was still in.

(she said) ‘You’re good.’

‘Here comes the challenge. I’m going to write ahead of what will happen now.’

‘Huh? In the story or real life?’

Within minutes of her handjob, he couldn’t take her teasing anymore and pushed his keyboard away. A little part of her had long been hoping for him to pay her more attention, but another part was dying to read more. His warm hand immediately slid down her thigh, went under her dress and pressed hard on her wet panties.

He had no inhibitions to hold him back when he peeled those underwear off, forcing her to jerk him faster to ‘calm’ him down. Once she was butt-naked, his fingers cycled on her clit at a fast speed, throwing her off with the explosion of pleasure. That guy she had so easily followed to the roof with, knew exactly when to slip his fingers into her, and drove her crazy.

As she moaned and trembled hysterically to his deep thrusts, her body fell into his lap where her hand was still trying to stroke him properly. The overpowering scent of a freshly washed cock, couldn’t be more inviting when she lowered her lips around it. Now, the duo was locked in a race for orgasm, but with the upper hand pumping at her pussy.

(she whispered softly) ‘fuck.. ‘

I couldn’t care less about the sluggish hand stroking my dick and looked at her other hand, fidgeting wildly inside her pink panties. Once the red-faced girl saw my bewildered expression, she shifted my iPad further and handed me my keyboard, to bury her face in my crotch. Holding the base of my shaft, she gave the tip a long kiss before I gasped at the long-awaited descend.

Placing the keyboard on her back, I kept writing while in the mixed realm of pleasure and intellectual sanity.

When she couldn’t take his non-stop digging anymore, she pinned him against the wall and climbed over his lap. In a flash, his dick was brought to a new high, strong heartbeat throbbing in her soft vaginal tissues. The little distance between the wall allowed him to slouch lower, for her to ride him like a rodeo.

Hips grinding fiercely, he played his part by keeping her boobs from bouncing too much – with a sensual massage on them. Her abundance of bodily fluids kept him at the edge, extending his stamina as flashes of numbness ran through his dick head.

After a few minutes of grinding, she planted her lips on him as an orgasm shook her body violently, causing her pussy to tighten around his erupting cock. The series of fast-paced events wasn’t doing any good to him either, as every pause would make him more sensitive below.

‘I’M CUMMING!’, he groaned into her ear and laid her gently on the grey concrete floor, unleashing the last set of womb-deep thrusts into her petite frame. Right before he came, he pulled out of her and she sat upright with him, picking her soaked panties at the same time.

She wrapped it around his cock and pumped for a few more minutes, before his thick semen squirted into it. The curiosity got the better of her when she opened the ‘wrap’, to see a soggy, sticky mess at where her pussy once stayed in.

A tap on her shoulder ended the addictive blowjob, and she spent a few minutes reading the last parts of the story.

(she asked) ‘What happens after that?’

‘I don’t know yet.’

I spun her legs towards me and stripped her panties off, ready to eat her out in doggy when she suddenly had a eureka moment. Squatting against a wall, I remain seated as I ran my tongue along her slit, alternating between flicking her clit and making out with her ‘lower lips’.

Moments later during a break, the huge patch of wetness around my mouth amused her for a good laugh, but it sure didn’t kill the sexy mood we were in. I sat against the wall with my knees up, legs opened. She did the same in front of me and lined our genitals for the penetration course.

We then shifted our asses closer and closer till I poked into her pussy, able to kiss or just hug each other at close proximity. Thankful for our not-so-firm butt, we could jerk our hips at each other and that launched the fastest strokes ever in my life. Both of us moved in the same direction, slamming my cock balls-deep each time we ‘met’.

First, she was leaning over me and fucking me with a peeing pose, swinging her hips so hard onto my groin to thoroughly cover every area inside her. Next, it was me in half-missionary, towering over her body as I drove my dick top-down on my knees.

Each passing minute got her tighter, and I still had not given her an orgasm yet. Indeed, unlike what I usually write, it just wasn’t that easy. We didn’t stop for a second to rest since we were taking turns fucking each other, until the inevitable was about to cum.

(she groaned excruciatingly) ‘It’s coming.. It’s coming!’

‘Fuck! Me too!’

A hard grip on her arms sent us in the opposite direction, disconnecting like a hose spraying out of control. I handed her her panties and she knew what to do with it. My fingers kept rubbing her clit as she fumbled for the ‘same spot’ on her panty as ‘her’ in the story. As soon as she found it, it went over my dick head and a handjob brought me to my climax.

Our timing was impeccable as we came together, watching our eyes sparkle as we looked for ourselves. In the moment of synchronicity, our returning epiphany smothered the temporary desire for each other.

(she said) ‘Now, this.’

She got up energetically and wore the panties back, smoothing out the part where my cum came in contact with her pussy. We adjusted our clothes back and caught the seconds from midnight. Like lovebirds, I stood behind her and hugged tightly, as fireworks marvelled the night sky with the impressive land-to-air attacks.

(I whispered) ‘Let’s go.’

To start off our new year, we exchanged numbers before going our separate ways, but never too far for us to live out the fantasies I wrote for her in her absence.