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I am alive.
Lorenzo leans into me, and we come together, hard. Our bodies are suddenly welded together, as if one, and my lips are crushed, again.
Sparks are exploding around us, and I feel electric, unable to control myself around him.
I let his tongue plunder me, and I can feel him harden more against my stomach. Carefully, I hold his head, and he growls.
He calms, and this time goes with it. I know it will lead to sex…
If I am slow.
I lean in, and I rub my hardening nipples against his chest. Just when I think I can get him over the line, he pulls back fast.
“Enough!” he huffs. “Enough!” Lorenzo steps away, paces, and finally disappears downstairs.
I am wet, hot, and I am…
Confused,turned on,and alive.
Finally, I go downstairs. I cannot find Lorenzo, and he must be in his office or bed. After a lone whiskey in our living room, I climb in my own bed, and I cannot sleep.
Enough is enough, and I reach for my vibrator.
I let it all go, and I imagine him, and him kissing me. Then him kissing me, there.
As he swipes my folds up and down, again and again, I start to buck. As he sucks my clit into his sinful lips, I let it all go.
I imagine I’m on my knees, and he is pounding me hard. He is yanking me by my hair, and he has one large hand on my butt.
He is taking what he wants, and he is claiming me as his.
As he drives into me one last time, I clench around his thick cock.
We stop, and our bodies buck and come as one. As I clench around him, he pumps me full of his thick white cum. My body arches like a cat, and I try to stifle my moan.
I cannot, and I moan loud as I shatter like never before.
The next morning,and before I get up to see if things will be awkward, with Lorenzo, I call Madison,in South Carolina.
It’s been some time, but I don’t explain how complicated things are. I just give her an update about my hobbies, people I’ve met, my job, and my new look. Also, my hunky roommate.
I do not explain I’m getting trained to kiss, or that I hope my teacher fucks me. In fact, considering how bad I’d been last night, kissing school may in fact be over.
Maddy and I talk about life, back home and her cafe in South Carolina. I have mixed feelings. I miss home, but things here and now, are electric.
As we end the call, I lay looking up at the ceiling. I try not to think about Lorenzo being inside me, but it’s hard. No, it’s impossible.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get on with my life, and stop thinking so much, about him.
While I live here, it will likely be impossible. The only thing is, it’s all I know in NYC.
Things will never be the same, and as soon as I walk out the door and see him… It,us,will be loaded, charged andas hot as F.
Or, beyond awkward…
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