Chapter 1 : I Want To Feel Desired Again
Chapter 1: I Want To Feel Desire Again
Callan
“Come over here, Pet!” My boyfriend yelled.
We were laughing and joking around the bonfire on the beach, a few drinks have already loosened the tongues and the minds. I am the life of the party, making the lewdest comments, dressed almost as exuberantly as I am behaving. This is what makes me realize in an instant that this is just a dream and I actually cringe at the clothes I am wearing. I would be in so much trouble. When was the last time I laughed like this?
The boy who is me was dragging everyone into playing a game of spin the bottle. Some agree instantly, others are harder to convince but my exuberance eventually wins everyone over. Seeing me taking the lead like this to get something that I want feels so strange. The game is raging until it is my turn, the bottle lands on a cute guy, but not my boyfriend. So I cocked an eyebrow towards Asher, my boyfriend to know if this is okay. He just shrugged his shoulders and I smiled deeply at the little cutie who I am supposed to kiss, and seductively crawled towards him. He blushed when I connected our lips but he isn't so shy when I request access to his mouth and he allows me in. Our tongues swirl together, making both of us moan through the kiss. The other guys and girls are cheering, commenting on how hot we were. When I parted our lips, I looked at Asher to see his eyes were filled with lust and it only encouraged me to whisper a proposition to the cutie, my eyes locked with my boyfriend.
The cutie followed us that night to an isolated part of the beach. I don't know if he is a gay or just curious but I don't really care. He will be forgotten tomorrow, I only have feelings for my boyfriend. He is just there to help us realize a deep fantasy of mine. Kisses are exchanged, clothes fly pretty quickly and soon, I am on all fours, my mouth around the boys dick while Asher pounds into me from behind, exactly like I wanted it. They are both using my holes at the same time, the initial shyness quickly goes away to let roughness take its stead and I begin to fly so high. I barely registered when the boy released his load into my mouth, I whimpered they switched places but thankfully, I was soon lost again in all the sensation that assail me. I am flying and nothing else matters anymore. I don't care that my parents kicked me out, I don't care that I have nowhere to live. I am young, I am brilliant and I will make a life for myself.
As the two of them continue to make me feel so good, the dream starts to fade and my head throbs in pain when I begin to remember the conversation I had last night. It was as if my subconscious wanted to show me all that I fought along the way. I want to laugh again, I want to be crazy again and feel desire again. I want to enjoy having sex again and I want to believe in life again. Tears pool my eyes and run down my cheek when I wake up. I just want to be me again.
Like everyday, I wake at five in the morning on my own. Asher doesn't like it when my alarm clock awakens him and it is important to have him in a good mood in the morning. I stood up as silently as I could, barely managing not to wince at the sudden pain in my back. Fuck, he really went hard at it last night. I guess I shouldn't have asked for it. I am such a whore sometimes. I limp to the kitchen and take two of the pain killers to try to dampen the pain. It is not that bad and it is the kind of soreness I am used to in my case. Then I began to cook breakfast for my man, he doesn't like the pancakes made from the mix you can buy at the grocery store. So I have to prepare them from scratch, I also brew the coffee and set the table for him. Thankfully, everything is ready when he wakes up by seven and takes a seat at the table in his glorious nakedness.
He is a bit taller than me at around six feet, he has dark hair and beautiful eyes. I loved how they used to be mischievous back when we were in high school but nowadays. They are serious most of the time. Since he dropped sports after college, his muscular chest has lost a bit of its glory but he is still a gorgeous man. His thick happy trails lead towards his vigorous morning wood. He chuckled when he saw me hobble towards him to serve him his pancakes and coffee.
“You got it good last night, Pet.” He said, slapping my ass before I went back to the counter to drop the coffee pot.
“But you like it, when I take you hard. Don't you, little whore?”
He could have taken more time to prepare me before slamming into me with his massive dick but I enjoyed it anyway so I guess that does make me a slut.
“I do like it,” I replied.
Please, let him be in a good mood today because I can't take another pounding right now.
“I know that, now come give me my morning kiss.” He ordered.
That is a good sign that he is in high spirits so I limp back towards him and bend a bit to caress his lips with mine. He immediately takes control and his tongue swirls with mine while one of his hands grabs the back of my head. I just loved how he dominated my mouth like this and I was soon moaning.
“Now, my other morning kiss.” He said softly when he separated his lips from mine.
I know better than to say anything and just crawl under the table, between his thighs. I have always loved sucking him off, but over the years, this little ritual has become almost mechanical and I am not surprised to see I am only half-hard while I perform my usual morning blowjobs. At least he doesn't push my head to make me swallow his whole dick today, he is too busy eating his breakfast. There is no warning when he eventually cum into my mouth with a heavy groan and I bob a few more times up and down to milk his dick dry before licking him clean. I take a few seconds to catch my breath before crawling out standing up.
‘It looks like I am going to be in pain for the whole day.’ I think to myself as I feel the sharp sting in my back.
