This story isn't just about sex, the first chapter just happens to contain a sex scene.
I'm not a pervert.
I'm not a lonely cat-lady.
I just like to write. SO! This is my new story, called "Sex, Love, and other things".
It's about a girl, going through relationships and what-not, making decisions, trying to find out what's perfect for her, whats not, and going through experiences most of us have had.
-Car
Friday, February 4, 2011
Chapter 1: Sean
"Oh fuck, baby, you like that?" Sean moaned to me in a whisper, thrusting into my body harder, as our boney hips started to pound together. I breathed heavier and heavier, bit my lip and reached for the edges of his bed to grab, trying to keep from moaning loud. I nodded, wanting more.
It was torture, trying to keep quiet because Sean had to live in a dump of an apartment complex where the walls were paper-thin. His neighbors had filed a noise complaint to his apartment, for hearing me moan, once before. I guess no one has sex here...
A wild grin spread on his face, grabbing my wrists and pushing my fingers through his dark hair. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his thin waist. Sitting up, he roughly grabbed my sore hips and pushed me down hard. I gasped, my mouth opening, letting out moans and short cussing. I lightly bit the middle of his shoulder as he gripped onto my ass.
My curled toes started to unwrinkle themselves, exhausted and pleased by the sensation that was taking over my body. I lifted my face away from Sean's hot shoulder and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He turned.
I wasent sure if he was avoiding it on purpose, or if it were an accident. I stopped thinking about it and thrusted my lower-body toward him. Between all the deep breathing, moaning, cussing, and sex-talk, the space we were in soon became a hot, sweaty, dark room with Joe Dirt playing quietly on the small TV screen across the room.
"Harder baby," I cooed into his ear. I knew what made him go crazy. He flipped me onto his bed, my naked body shivered quickly. The hot air was gone. Sean came on my stomach, letting out a satisfied moan.
He laid down on my right side. I took a deep breath, attempting to slow my raging heartbeat.
Sean kissed me on the lips, got up, and grabbed his tissues. He wiped down himself, then my stomach. I was used to never finishing, never reaching an orgasim; It wasen't Sean's goal. His goal was to finish ON ME.
Sean found his plaid boxers, slipped them on, turned off the TV, and got into bed with me.
We fell asleep, only our feet touching.
What a true romantic, right? Yeah.. Whatever.
It was torture, trying to keep quiet because Sean had to live in a dump of an apartment complex where the walls were paper-thin. His neighbors had filed a noise complaint to his apartment, for hearing me moan, once before. I guess no one has sex here...
A wild grin spread on his face, grabbing my wrists and pushing my fingers through his dark hair. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his thin waist. Sitting up, he roughly grabbed my sore hips and pushed me down hard. I gasped, my mouth opening, letting out moans and short cussing. I lightly bit the middle of his shoulder as he gripped onto my ass.
My curled toes started to unwrinkle themselves, exhausted and pleased by the sensation that was taking over my body. I lifted my face away from Sean's hot shoulder and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He turned.
I wasent sure if he was avoiding it on purpose, or if it were an accident. I stopped thinking about it and thrusted my lower-body toward him. Between all the deep breathing, moaning, cussing, and sex-talk, the space we were in soon became a hot, sweaty, dark room with Joe Dirt playing quietly on the small TV screen across the room.
"Harder baby," I cooed into his ear. I knew what made him go crazy. He flipped me onto his bed, my naked body shivered quickly. The hot air was gone. Sean came on my stomach, letting out a satisfied moan.
He laid down on my right side. I took a deep breath, attempting to slow my raging heartbeat.
Sean kissed me on the lips, got up, and grabbed his tissues. He wiped down himself, then my stomach. I was used to never finishing, never reaching an orgasim; It wasen't Sean's goal. His goal was to finish ON ME.
Sean found his plaid boxers, slipped them on, turned off the TV, and got into bed with me.
We fell asleep, only our feet touching.
What a true romantic, right? Yeah.. Whatever.
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