1. Confessions of a Nymphomaniac - Chapter One


    Date: 8/3/2016, Categories: Novels, Author: sultry_eyes88, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    bends his knees to enter my wet pussy; he straightens his legs and lifts me up off the ground. Holding onto his shoulders for support, I begin to match his movements, thrust for thrust. He begins to move faster, and his groans become louder and louder. Sensing what is about to happen, I bring my hand up to his head and grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back, effectively stopping his on-coming orgasm. “Ahhh,” he growls. With that, he grabs both my hands and holds them up above my head. He slows in pace, but moves more harshly. “Yes, just like that. Nice and deep,” I purr. “You like that, Mia? You like my cock inside you, don’t you? I knew you wanted it; look at you taking it all, you whore,” “Fuck…yes, I have always wanted you inside my pussy, Jason. Give it to me; make me cum, oh God!” “You want it, you got it baby.” With that he plunges deep inside me, causing me to cry out. He does it again and again, going faster and deeper with every thrust. Finally, I feel my orgasm approaching. The familiar warmth and tingling stemming from deep inside, spreads throughout my aching body; yearning for relief. I continue to build; every movement and touch pushing me closer, before finally falling off the edge. I cry out as I explode around him, my body tensing and becoming rigid as I ride out the final waves of pleasure. As my body relaxes, my head falls back against the wall and I let out a deep breath. I awake with a jolt the next morning. Ow, my head is pounding. It ...
    looks like I didn’t even bother to change when I got home, I look down at my now wrinkled dress and grimace. I slide slowly off the bed, trying to not make any sudden movements that will rattle my brain. I stand and feel a sudden gush of warm liquid poor out of me and travel down my legs. Shocked, I run to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. Its cum. That’s odd, this usually happens when… oh my. I didn’t… Just then, flashbacks of the night before come rushing to mind. I am in a daze, I feel as though the memories are just small glimpses of what happened last night, like they happened under a strobe light. We drank, we danced, Jason… oh God—Jason. The erotic experience floods my mind, every touch, movement became a snapshot and is being replayed back to me like a screensaver, and I stir under the memories. I’ve done well these past six months, I was able to control my urges and even find a real job. This doesn’t mean anything, does it? I mean, it was with Jason and he’s not a stranger. It was a one-time thing, it didn’t mean anything. Feeling better about what happened, I clean myself up and change into some sweats and a tank top. Grabbing my Journal, I sit down on the couch and pen my thoughts. “ Last night was great, Erica had a blast and it’s about time she enjoyed herself. Being the first real friend I met when I moved here from Montana, I felt like I owed her a good time. If it wasn’t for her I would still be homeless. She introduced me to Sharon and opened the door to new ...
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