Alan drove all the way back to the east and we all ended up at Katong Shopping Centre. I didn’t even really know the existence of the food court at this mall, my only experience was playing Counterstrike at some LAN shop here a very long time ago.
We managed to get a table even though it was still very crowded at 2pm.
They were there for a “famous” chicken rice. I had never heard of it. But the queue at that time on a Saturday, past normal lunch time was quite bad. Even seated at the table, the queue was snaking around us. I sat beside Ann while Alan went to buy food. Amanda queued for drinks, leaving Alicia at the table with us.
I wondered if I should make any small talk but I really didn’t know what to say. Anyway, all I could see was Alicia glaring at me as though I was some criminal.
Ann: So how’s school?
Alicia: Fine.
Ann: Coping well?
Alicia: Mom I’m not a kid anymore.
Ann: We hardly talk much these days.
Alicia: We hardly talked much anyway.
I wanted to step in and ask her to show some respect to her mom, but who was I to do so? I had no right, unless I was her stepfather of course. But right now I was just her mom’s friend.
Amanda soon came back with the drinks. I wondered how she knew what to order for me since she never asked. But she went with the safe choice of a Coke. She turned to Alicia.
Amanda: So… what do you think of Mark?
Alicia: No opinion.
Amanda: Aren’t you curious?
Alicia: About?
Amanda: Out of all the men mom could have, she chose him.
Alicia: Not interested.
Amanda: I think he’s good at sex. That’s why mom’s with him.
Ann: Amanda! We’re in a public place!
Alicia: Who cares? She cheated on dad.
Amanda: Dad was never around much for us. Only you.
Alicia: Doesn’t give her the right to see others.
Amanda: Maybe dad had erectile dysfunction.
I looked around at the tables around us. Nobody seemed to be interested in the conversation taking place here. It was rather noisy anyway. They probably couldn’t here us.
Alicia: Fine. Dad treated me the best. He was always there for me. He left you three alone most of the time. So what? I’m the youngest! I deserve the attention!
I wonder if it was some sort of Princess syndrome she had, but I could tell she was getting a little agitated.
I needed to escape the table before a scene broke out. I saw that it was almost Alan’s turn to order so I excused myself.
Me: I think he needs help.
Ann sort of glared at me, but was more like glaring at her daughter for being a spoilt brat. But what if she was right? What if her father really treated her so well that no one else could compare? I didn’t hear Alan or Amanda complaining though. They seemed to have got on with their lives just fine.
I went up to Alan.
Alan: Escaping the ladies?
Me: Yeah.
Alan: They’re a handful.
Me: How do you deal with them?
Alan: I don’t really have to. They’re my sister’s. And mom.
Me: Tell me more about your dad.
Alan: Haha. Are you thinking of replacing him?
Me: Of course not. But it would help me understand why they are behaving this way.
Alan: Sure. I’ll tell you over drinks some day. Or you can come over later.
We ordered, collected the food, and went back to the table where the three ladies were somehow having a cold war.
Alan: Time for lunch!
They all ate silently.
I wondered what I should do. Did I really want to be with Ann when I didn’t know where or how I fit into her life?
I thought long and hard about it over lunch.
After lunch, the four of us went to smoke while Alicia stood far away glaring at us.
After smoking, I decided that I should not follow them back and said goodbye. I waved bye to Alicia but no surprise, she ignored me.
I took a walk to find a bus stop which had a bus that could bring me home.
I suddenly recalled a PM I received a long time ago from one of the brothers here who wanted to know what happened in my story. Having read his stories before I felt like he would probably understand what I was going through and perhaps could offer some advice on what I could do. Even though the PM was sent a long time ago, and he had not been seen online for a long time, I replied his PM and asked if he was keen to meet.
I wasn’t expecting a reply at all. The bus ride home felt long as I contemplated my future.
Maybe I was too rushed in making my decision to leave the army. But I didn’t know where my passion went. I wasn’t young anymore, and without any good qualifications, I could not realistically work in a good job.
It was still early by the time I got home and strangely my parents were still out. I put back the bedsheets and lay on the bed. The smell of the laundromat detergent was strangely comforting.
I didn’t realise but by the time I woke it was near midnight. I had slept all the way through dinner. My mom had texted me asking if I wanted to eat, but receiving no reply I guess they went ahead without me.
Ann texted me too. She asked if I was ok, and sort of apologised for her children’s reaction to me. Perhaps it was still too early to meet them.
I randomly logged into sbf and saw a notification for a private message. It was the reply.
He was ok to meet for a coffee. And he left his number. I thought about it for awhile before sending a text.
“Bro EoS, I’m Shrouded. Are you ok if we meet tonight?”
I went to wash my face. Returning to the room. I received a reply.
“Ok. Meet me at xxx in an hour.”
He gave me the location for a random 24hr eating place in the east. It would be my second time in the east today. I booked a grab and headed down, arriving just shy of the hour mark.
“I’m here.”
“Smoking at car park.”
I walked to the car park and kept an eye out for anyone smoking. There was one guy under a lamppost. From afar, he looked average. I went closer.
Me: Eos?
EoS: Yeah.
Me: I’m Mark.
EoS: EoS.
We shook hands.
He looked like an ex-regular who left the force for a couple of years. Not really in shape but not really out of shape. Still kept rather short hair and plastic spectacles.
I took out my pack and joined him.
EoS: So, you wanted to talk?
Me: I think reading your stories, you seem to have a lot of experience in dealing with certain situations. And you did show interest in how my story progressed. Unlike others who PM asking for Ann’s contact.
EoS: I see. Well, your story resonated with one of my experiences. So I wanted to know more.
Me: Which one?
EoS: The married lady.
Me: Oh.
EoS: As you know things didn’t really work out and it took me awhile to get over it.
Me: That’s actually why I PM you. I need some advice about my situation.
I told him all that had happened. I felt that he was someone who wouldn’t judge me, and might have some advice for me moving forward.
We chatted for a couple of hours before I decided it was time to go home. I did get some advice from him but I didn’t know if it would work in my situation.
I checked my phone and saw a couple of missed calls and texts from Ann.
I decided to call her even though it was almost 4am. She answered almost immediately.
Ann: Are you ok? You didn’t reply to any of my messages?
Me: I’m ok.
Ann: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah.
Ann: Where are you now?
I told her the location.
Ann: Don’t leave. I’ll come and get you.
Me: It’s late. Go and sleep.
Ann: I want to talk to you.
Me: Ok.
Ann: Give me 15 minutes.
I hung around the car park smoking and waiting for her to arrive.
It was weird. She just came back into my life and she was acting very needy.
I wondered if I should just follow one of EoS advice.
Carpe diem, he said, which means seize the day, or something like that.
I think he was probably referring to this opportunity I had for a proper relationship, a chance at some sort of happiness with someone who I connected with and had feelings for, despite the current situation.
Perhaps Ann and I could talk about it properly once she arrived.
I wasn’t expecting a reply at all. The bus ride home felt long as I contemplated my future.
Maybe I was too rushed in making my decision to leave the army. But I didn’t know where my passion went. I wasn’t young anymore, and without any good qualifications, I could not realistically work in a good job.
It was still early by the time I got home and strangely my parents were still out. I put back the bedsheets and lay on the bed. The smell of the laundromat detergent was strangely comforting.
I didn’t realise but by the time I woke it was near midnight. I had slept all the way through dinner. My mom had texted me asking if I wanted to eat, but receiving no reply I guess they went ahead without me.
Ann texted me too. She asked if I was ok, and sort of apologised for her children’s reaction to me. Perhaps it was still too early to meet them.
I randomly logged into sbf and saw a notification for a private message. It was the reply.
He was ok to meet for a coffee. And he left his number. I thought about it for awhile before sending a text.
“Bro EoS, I’m Shrouded. Are you ok if we meet tonight?”
I went to wash my face. Returning to the room. I received a reply.
“Ok. Meet me at xxx in an hour.”
He gave me the location for a random 24hr eating place in the east. It would be my second time in the east today. I booked a grab and headed down, arriving just shy of the hour mark.
“I’m here.”
“Smoking at car park.”
I walked to the car park and kept an eye out for anyone smoking. There was one guy under a lamppost. From afar, he looked average. I went closer.
Me: Eos?
EoS: Yeah.
Me: I’m Mark.
EoS: EoS.
We shook hands.
He looked like an ex-regular who left the force for a couple of years. Not really in shape but not really out of shape. Still kept rather short hair and plastic spectacles.
I took out my pack and joined him.
EoS: So, you wanted to talk?
Me: I think reading your stories, you seem to have a lot of experience in dealing with certain situations. And you did show interest in how my story progressed. Unlike others who PM asking for Ann’s contact.
EoS: I see. Well, your story resonated with one of my experiences. So I wanted to know more.
Me: Which one?
EoS: The married lady.
Me: Oh.
EoS: As you know things didn’t really work out and it took me awhile to get over it.
Me: That’s actually why I PM you. I need some advice about my situation.
I told him all that had happened. I felt that he was someone who wouldn’t judge me, and might have some advice for me moving forward.
We chatted for a couple of hours before I decided it was time to go home. I did get some advice from him but I didn’t know if it would work in my situation.
I checked my phone and saw a couple of missed calls and texts from Ann.
I decided to call her even though it was almost 4am. She answered almost immediately.
Ann: Are you ok? You didn’t reply to any of my messages?
Me: I’m ok.
Ann: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah.
Ann: Where are you now?
I told her the location.
Ann: Don’t leave. I’ll come and get you.
Me: It’s late. Go and sleep.
Ann: I want to talk to you.
Me: Ok.
Ann: Give me 15 minutes.
I hung around the car park smoking and waiting for her to arrive.
It was weird. She just came back into my life and she was acting very needy.
I wondered if I should just follow one of EoS advice.
Carpe diem, he said, which means seize the day, or something like that.
I think he was probably referring to this opportunity I had for a proper relationship, a chance at some sort of happiness with someone who I connected with and had feelings for, despite the current situation.
Perhaps Ann and I could talk about it properly once she arrived.
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Originally Posted by
zeroless
Hope Bro EoS is doing fine in life?
was surprised to see him being mentioned
Yes, I was surprised he agreed to meet me. I was only a reader in his threads and he read my story too. Nice guy. Didn’t talk about his life. He seems ok.
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Originally Posted by
zeroless
Hope Bro EoS is doing fine in life?
was surprised to see him being mentioned
Yes, I was surprised he agreed to meet me. I was only a reader in his threads and he read my story too. Nice guy. Didn’t talk about his life. He seems ok.
Ann took longer than half an hour. I smoked stick after stick just waiting for her. Maybe she didn’t know exactly where I was.
I was about to call her when I heard the revving of an engine and saw the white BMW drive in.
Ann: Sorry I’m late.
Me: it’s fine.
I got into the car.
Me: You wanted to talk?
Ann: Not here.
Me: Where are we going?
Ann: back to my place?
Me: Can we go somewhere else?
Ann: You’re uncomfortable around my kids?
Me: I don’t know any guy who wouldn’t be.
Ann: oh. Ok.
She took out her phone. I looked over and saw that she was on Agoda.
She parked the car and killed the engine.
Me: We’re not going anywhere?
Ann: I got a hotel. Nearby.
Me: There’s a hotel nearby?
Ann: not the kind we usually go to.
Me: Hotel 81?
Ann: No. Venue. Just follow me.
We got out of the car.
The hotel was literally down the road from where we were.
It didn’t look like a budget hotel. Not those that people go to just to have sex anyway.
The customer service lady wasn’t very interested in what we were doing there anyway. It was nearly 5am and she looked really sleepy.
Customer Service: Room 304, check out 12pm.
Ann: Oh. Can I extend another day?
CS: Ok.
She took out some forms and filled them up. Ann signed and made payment with her card.
We went up to the room. It looked like a budget hotel. Basic amenities. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
I was barely wet when I heard the door open and Ann’s soft breasts pressing against my back. I felt her arms circle around me. I didn’t know what to say or do, but my dick was obviously reacting, getting harder by the second. I was sure Ann noticed it, but she seemed happy just hugging me from behind as the warm water washed our bodies.
I wondered how long we were going to stand there. I took the tiny bottle of body foam and started soaping myself. Ann took it from me, and starting soaping me and herself. It didn’t feel sexual somehow, but my dick was still rock hard. However, this was one time where she didn’t attack me.
After she felt we were sufficiently clean, we towelled ourselves dry and headed back to the room. There were no bathrobes or anything and I didn’t feel like wearing my dirty clothes. I just sat on the bed naked. Ann didn’t get dressed either.
Me: So…
Ann: Yes?
Me: What are we?
Ann: I don’t know.
Me: What do you want us to be?
Ann: I don’t know either.
I thought about EoS advice. Seize the day. This opportunity didn’t come by easily, and probably wouldn’t come by again, if I didn’t do anything about it.
It was rather obvious Ann wanted me to be with her. My worry was for how long. What if Alicia could never accept me? What if my hormones got the better of me and I fucked Amanda? What if I was seduced by Amanda? Maybe I was thinking too much.
I held her hand.
Me: Maybe we can try this out? I really enjoy being with you. But I may not be good enough or live up to the expectations of your family.
She stroked my hair.
Ann: You silly boy. I’m the one you have to make happy, not my kids.
Me: It would be better if they accepted me as well.
Ann: 2 out of 3 isn’t bad.
She suddenly straddled me, but I wasn’t hard. She kissed me.
Ann: If you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want to.
She kissed me again, more passionately but somehow it felt more gentle than before. My dick was getting hard and it brushed up against her pussy.
That was the problem. Sometimes it felt like all she wanted from me was physical pleasure. I didn’t mind of course, but my emotional needs might end up being neglected.
Oh well. Seize the day he said.
I grabbed my erect dick and rubbed it against her clit a few times before plunging it in. She was already wet and I slid in easily.
She broke free from the kiss and whispered into my ear.
Ann: I’ll give you whatever you want.
Ann took longer than half an hour. I smoked stick after stick just waiting for her. Maybe she didn’t know exactly where I was.
I was about to call her when I heard the revving of an engine and saw the white BMW drive in.
Ann: Sorry I’m late.
Me: it’s fine.
I got into the car.
Me: You wanted to talk?
Ann: Not here.
Me: Where are we going?
Ann: back to my place?
Me: Can we go somewhere else?
Ann: You’re uncomfortable around my kids?
Me: I don’t know any guy who wouldn’t be.
Ann: oh. Ok.
She took out her phone. I looked over and saw that she was on Agoda.
She parked the car and killed the engine.
Me: We’re not going anywhere?
Ann: I got a hotel. Nearby.
Me: There’s a hotel nearby?
Ann: not the kind we usually go to.
Me: Hotel 81?
Ann: No. Venue. Just follow me.
We got out of the car.
The hotel was literally down the road from where we were.
It didn’t look like a budget hotel. Not those that people go to just to have sex anyway.
The customer service lady wasn’t very interested in what we were doing there anyway. It was nearly 5am and she looked really sleepy.
Customer Service: Room 304, check out 12pm.
Ann: Oh. Can I extend another day?
CS: Ok.
She took out some forms and filled them up. Ann signed and made payment with her card.
We went up to the room. It looked like a budget hotel. Basic amenities. I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
I was barely wet when I heard the door open and Ann’s soft breasts pressing against my back. I felt her arms circle around me. I didn’t know what to say or do, but my dick was obviously reacting, getting harder by the second. I was sure Ann noticed it, but she seemed happy just hugging me from behind as the warm water washed our bodies.
I wondered how long we were going to stand there. I took the tiny bottle of body foam and started soaping myself. Ann took it from me, and starting soaping me and herself. It didn’t feel sexual somehow, but my dick was still rock hard. However, this was one time where she didn’t attack me.
After she felt we were sufficiently clean, we towelled ourselves dry and headed back to the room. There were no bathrobes or anything and I didn’t feel like wearing my dirty clothes. I just sat on the bed naked. Ann didn’t get dressed either.
Me: So…
Ann: Yes?
Me: What are we?
Ann: I don’t know.
Me: What do you want us to be?
Ann: I don’t know either.
I thought about EoS advice. Seize the day. This opportunity didn’t come by easily, and probably wouldn’t come by again, if I didn’t do anything about it.
It was rather obvious Ann wanted me to be with her. My worry was for how long. What if Alicia could never accept me? What if my hormones got the better of me and I fucked Amanda? What if I was seduced by Amanda? Maybe I was thinking too much.
I held her hand.
Me: Maybe we can try this out? I really enjoy being with you. But I may not be good enough or live up to the expectations of your family.
She stroked my hair.
Ann: You silly boy. I’m the one you have to make happy, not my kids.
Me: It would be better if they accepted me as well.
Ann: 2 out of 3 isn’t bad.
She suddenly straddled me, but I wasn’t hard. She kissed me.
Ann: If you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want to.
She kissed me again, more passionately but somehow it felt more gentle than before. My dick was getting hard and it brushed up against her pussy.
That was the problem. Sometimes it felt like all she wanted from me was physical pleasure. I didn’t mind of course, but my emotional needs might end up being neglected.
Oh well. Seize the day he said.
I grabbed my erect dick and rubbed it against her clit a few times before plunging it in. She was already wet and I slid in easily.
She broke free from the kiss and whispered into my ear.
Ann: I’ll give you whatever you want.
We kissed as she rode me in a sitting position. The position allowed me to go very deep. Her arms were around my neck and mine around her lower back. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself closer. I kissed her neck and shoulder. Lucky I wasn’t that long. In this position I think if you’re too long and she slips, it might break your dick, especially if I was standing up instead of sitting on the bed.
Anything I wanted. But what exactly did I want? Money? Cars? Sex? I wasn’t the type who needed a lot of money, just enough to sustain my lifestyle would be fine. Cars in Singapore are absurdly overpriced so having a car given to me wouldn’t be that bad, except probably increase spending for petrol and maintenance. But the only job I think I would need a car for would be if I became a Grab driver. We were having enough sex at the moment. I lasted so long overseas without regular sex, except for the times I spent with my left and right hands. So I think sex probably wasn’t high on my priorities.
Even when I’m inside her my brain wasn’t concentrating on the sex. As long as I was hard and she was wet and she was using me for her pleasure I was ok with it.
I thought back on my past relationships.
8 years was a long time to be with a person who I didn’t end up with. But we were young. And we probably didn’t know what each other or ourselves as individuals wanted to do with our lives.
Even joining the army, because I didn’t know what to do after Poly. I didn’t like what I studied, did averagely ok only. Although the iron rice bowl was good, maybe my extended tour overseas changed my thinking, and the new environment when I was back really got me thinking about my future. Being on the old WOSE scheme then finally crossing over near the end really wasn’t ideal. At 35 and only Master Sergeant. It reminded me of the 40 year old Master Sergeant CSM during my BMT. Those who sign on under the enhanced scheme, most were Master Sergeant when they were 27 years old.
But most of my army buddies who left when their 10 years were up, or even before that, they were doing jobs such as security, insurance, property. Only a few actually manage to start a second career in sectors such as banking or accounting. But that was because they furthered their studies. Something that I did not do.
Ann: Are you thinking of another girl while you’re fucking me?
Me: What? No..
Ann: What’s wrong?
Me: Nothing. Just thinking.
Ann: Of?
Me: What I want.
Ann rode me harder, occasionally moaning into my ear.
Ann: So what do you want?
Me: I don’t know yet.
Ann gave a loud moan and collapsed onto me.
Ann: Do you want to cum?
I think I was too distracted by my own thoughts.
Me: You’re done?
Ann: Yes.
She slowly got off me and lay on the bed, spreading her legs.
Ann: Use me?
Me: Whatever for?
Ann: To cum?
Me: Sometimes I want to make love to you. Not fuck you.
Ann: Do you distinguish between the two so clearly?
Me: Not really.
Ann: Then fuck me.
She pulled me towards her, my throbbing dick aimed at her pussy.
Ann: Fuck me until you cum.
She wanked me a few times.
Ann: Cum inside me.
Me: What if you get pregnant?
Ann laughed.
Ann: If you can get me pregnant again, we’ll be parents.
Me: You’re ok with it?
Ann: Of course.
Me: Will your kids be ok with it?
Ann: Maybe. Maybe not. But you have to get me pregnant first.
I really didn’t want to use her like this. Instead, I lay beside her and pulled her to me, kissing her gently. She reciprocated, but kept her hand on my dick, wanking me slowly. We made out like young lovers for around ten minutes before she pulled away and looked me straight in the eye.
Ann: Make love to me.
Me: Ok.
In the missionary position, I slid in gently and slowly, kissing her at the same time.
This time it felt really different. It was like there was no stress, no pressure to pleasure her. I concentrated on the sensations down below and I may be imagining things but it felt a lot more intense. She felt tighter than before, her moans more innocent and less lusty.
We stuck to that one position. I lost track of how long it was but when I released the first shot, she dug her nails into my back and moaned into my ear. Two more shots followed. All the previous sex we had paled in comparison to this.
I kissed her again and looked at her. Her face was flushed. Maybe I never noticed it before but this time it was really flushed.
She smiled and kissed me back.
Ann: I love you.
We kissed as she rode me in a sitting position. The position allowed me to go very deep. Her arms were around my neck and mine around her lower back. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled herself closer. I kissed her neck and shoulder. Lucky I wasn’t that long. In this position I think if you’re too long and she slips, it might break your dick, especially if I was standing up instead of sitting on the bed.
Anything I wanted. But what exactly did I want? Money? Cars? Sex? I wasn’t the type who needed a lot of money, just enough to sustain my lifestyle would be fine. Cars in Singapore are absurdly overpriced so having a car given to me wouldn’t be that bad, except probably increase spending for petrol and maintenance. But the only job I think I would need a car for would be if I became a Grab driver. We were having enough sex at the moment. I lasted so long overseas without regular sex, except for the times I spent with my left and right hands. So I think sex probably wasn’t high on my priorities.
Even when I’m inside her my brain wasn’t concentrating on the sex. As long as I was hard and she was wet and she was using me for her pleasure I was ok with it.
I thought back on my past relationships.
8 years was a long time to be with a person who I didn’t end up with. But we were young. And we probably didn’t know what each other or ourselves as individuals wanted to do with our lives.
Even joining the army, because I didn’t know what to do after Poly. I didn’t like what I studied, did averagely ok only. Although the iron rice bowl was good, maybe my extended tour overseas changed my thinking, and the new environment when I was back really got me thinking about my future. Being on the old WOSE scheme then finally crossing over near the end really wasn’t ideal. At 35 and only Master Sergeant. It reminded me of the 40 year old Master Sergeant CSM during my BMT. Those who sign on under the enhanced scheme, most were Master Sergeant when they were 27 years old.
But most of my army buddies who left when their 10 years were up, or even before that, they were doing jobs such as security, insurance, property. Only a few actually manage to start a second career in sectors such as banking or accounting. But that was because they furthered their studies. Something that I did not do.
Ann: Are you thinking of another girl while you’re fucking me?
Me: What? No..
Ann: What’s wrong?
Me: Nothing. Just thinking.
Ann: Of?
Me: What I want.
Ann rode me harder, occasionally moaning into my ear.
Ann: So what do you want?
Me: I don’t know yet.
Ann gave a loud moan and collapsed onto me.
Ann: Do you want to cum?
I think I was too distracted by my own thoughts.
Me: You’re done?
Ann: Yes.
She slowly got off me and lay on the bed, spreading her legs.
Ann: Use me?
Me: Whatever for?
Ann: To cum?
Me: Sometimes I want to make love to you. Not fuck you.
Ann: Do you distinguish between the two so clearly?
Me: Not really.
Ann: Then fuck me.
She pulled me towards her, my throbbing dick aimed at her pussy.
Ann: Fuck me until you cum.
She wanked me a few times.
Ann: Cum inside me.
Me: What if you get pregnant?
Ann laughed.
Ann: If you can get me pregnant again, we’ll be parents.
Me: You’re ok with it?
Ann: Of course.
Me: Will your kids be ok with it?
Ann: Maybe. Maybe not. But you have to get me pregnant first.
I really didn’t want to use her like this. Instead, I lay beside her and pulled her to me, kissing her gently. She reciprocated, but kept her hand on my dick, wanking me slowly. We made out like young lovers for around ten minutes before she pulled away and looked me straight in the eye.
Ann: Make love to me.
Me: Ok.
In the missionary position, I slid in gently and slowly, kissing her at the same time.
This time it felt really different. It was like there was no stress, no pressure to pleasure her. I concentrated on the sensations down below and I may be imagining things but it felt a lot more intense. She felt tighter than before, her moans more innocent and less lusty.
We stuck to that one position. I lost track of how long it was but when I released the first shot, she dug her nails into my back and moaned into my ear. Two more shots followed. All the previous sex we had paled in comparison to this.
I kissed her again and looked at her. Her face was flushed. Maybe I never noticed it before but this time it was really flushed.
She smiled and kissed me back.
Ann: I love you.
I didn’t know how to react.
Those words were not and should not be easy to say.
Did she really mean it? Or was it meant to confuse me even further?
I kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed me back.
Me: Should we go shower?
Ann: Why?
Me: You’re leaking all over the bed.
My cum was flowing out of her pussy and staining the white sheets.
She laughed.
Ann: Oh no! I need it inside if I’m going to get pregnant!
I didn’t know if she was joking or not.
She could afford another child financially. But what were the physical and emotional costs?
What about me? Was I ready for anything more than a physical relationship?
I grabbed some tissue and passed it to her.
Me: You want to clean it up?
She lay back and spread her legs, rubbing my semen all over her bald pussy, even fingering herself, pushing it right back in.
I looked at her with disbelief.
Me: Are you kidding me?
She looked at me seductively, running her cum-soaked fingers up her body, past her nipples and into her mouth, licking and sucking them clean. I don’t know why but I felt the blood rushing to my dick again.
Ann: Do you want to fuck me now?
Me: Not really.
She sucked on her finger again.
Ann: You sure?
I wondered if she had some sort of mental disorder like split personality or something.
I took her by the hand and led her to the shower. She grabbed my dick again, wanking slowly.
Me: Hey!
She pushed me towards the toilet bowl, putting down the cover in the process.
Ann: Sit.
I didn’t want to piss her off so I did.
She knelt in front of me, grabbing the shaft with one hand and massaging my balls with the other. She gave the head a few teasing licks. I shuddered slightly, not just due to the sensations, but the coldness of the bathroom.
Her cum-soaked middle finger rubbed around my asshole. I kind of knew where this was going.
Me: Don’t. Please.
She went deep, gagging herself, and releasing a lot of saliva onto my head and shaft. It dripped down my balls. She spread it all around.
I braced myself for the inevitable.
She slid the tip of her finger in, while increasing the suction on my head, twirling her tongue around. Her finger probed gently, finding the spot that she knew would make my legs weak.
I grabbed her head and held it down, causing her to gag slightly. She didn’t push me away, instead concentrating on massaging that area. Part of me wished she had lube, but the other part didn’t want her to stop.
Slowly but surely, the sensations started to build up to the point of no return. I released fresh streams of my juice into her mouth. She continued sucking until I had nothing left.
Keeping her hand on my shaft as if to maintain the erection, she climbed onto me, sliding my meat into her. I heard the toilet seat creak. I hoped it was strong enough to take our combined weight.
She cupped my face and opened my mouth, dripping my freshly squeezed juice in. I took it, not wanting to piss her off. She rocked back and forth while snowballing me with my own cum. The seat creaked and creaked. I’m sure she could pay for it if it broke.
I grabbed her by the butt and stood up. She was light enough for me to carry her. She wrapped her legs around me, bouncing up and down on my dick.
I carried her back to the room and laid her back down onto the bed.
I fucked her deep and fast, making sure I hit her cervix every time. She clawed my back. Our faces wet and sticky with saliva and semen.
It was way more intense than our gentle love-making but we were both enjoying every bit of it.
I felt myself release another stream but it didn’t feel like I came. I continued pounding her hard, grabbing her boobs and occasionally choking her slightly. The bedsprings were extremely noisy and I was certain we were waking up any neighbours who were early risers.
I shot once more inside her, the volume considerably less than the first time, and when she sucked me dry. I collapsed onto her, before rolling over trying to catch my breath.
Ann: I can’t decide which I prefer more.
Me: What?
Ann: Making love or fucking.
Me: What have we been doing all this while?
Ann: I think you’ve fucked me many times. But only made love to me once.
Me: And the others?
Ann: Definitely fucking.
Me: Am I really that bad at sex?
Ann: Well…
Me: Be honest.
Ann: You’re not the best. But you’ll do.
Me: I’m good enough for you then?
Ann: There was one guy, he’s larger than you. And he can absolutely drive me crazy with his fingers, tongue and cock.
I felt deflated.
Me: But?
Ann: I don’t have feelings for him. And I don’t think you can add another 1-2 inches.
Me: Funny.
She stroked my hair.
Ann: You silly boy. I’ve decided to be with you. Let’s just enjoy the moment.
Me: Ok.
Perhaps it was better to just live in the moment. No matter how long the moment would last.