The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Andy gripped my wrist and led me to my bedroom at a fast clip. He sat me on the bed, saying, "stay put," and proceeded to take all of his clothes off in a leisurely fashion some 2 feet in front of of me! He was watching me the whole time, smirking. I just gawked like a total anus. I couldn't help it, he was so fucking hot! I had been with attractive people, sure, but this was surreal.

Andy's shoulders were so broad and masculine. His nipples were small and pale pink. I didn't have to read the tattoo on the left side of his chest to know that it said, "photograph each day so that we can live forever," a line from unhearted, an Automatic Love Letter song. A dragonfly lit upon the right side. My eyes drank him in, all his other tattoos, his narrow waist, the soft, downy hair that started below his belly button, and the ravines that ran from each side of his pelvis and ended in the same place as the daydreams of thousands.

I realized I was breathing perhaps a little heavily, and tried to quiet down and be less of a creeper. I decided maybe looking at the ground instead of Andy would be a good idea for a while.

"Hey- I don't like being ignored," Andy huffed. I started to protest, but he kissed me roughly, shoving me with his palm. I felt my nipples harden. "So you fantasize about me?" I nodded, and as my gaze dropped in embarrassment, I saw his cock had swollen considerably in size.

He placed my hand on his member and bent to bite my neck. I stroked him as he bit me, with just the slightest amount of sweet pain. I moaned "Andy" softly, and he grew harder. He pushed me away.

"Tell me what you think about me when you masturbate. And take off your clothes." His eyes were charged with energy, it wasn't a request.

I stood, removing my boots. "Mostly I imagine myself pleasing you, and you getting off really hard. I want you to like it, Andy." I took of my socks, and Andy was watching as I spoke, slowly stroking himself, biting his lower lip. "I imagine all sorts of things. Being on top, you fucking me really hard in missionary or doggy style, or slower, deeper, in missionary, kinky stuff, anal, bdsm, I dunno..." I was embarrassed. I took off my pants and shirt. "I try and invent some kind of situation in my head where I might run into you, and it just goes from there..." I took of my panties and bra and set back on the bed, feeling shy.

Andy was so splendid to look at, his erect cock like a magnet, so finely formed. His large, elegant hand moved up and down his shaft, and I watched as the skin was bunched at the base and brought taught over the rest, turning it a deeper shade of crimson-purple.

He gave a sly smile, pleased to see his effect on me. "Well, Dr. Hageman, fancy running into you here? Care for a shag?"

I couldn't help but smile, but had no time to reply. Andy walked around the side of my bed, dragging me to the center. Then he climbed on top of me, pinned my biceps down with his forearms, and kissed me hard. I felt his hard cock rub against my stomach, and desire for him burned as his lips on mine, so uncomprising, made my heart race. His tongue was forceful in my mouth, impatient. I struggled, and he pulled away from me and then slapped me on the face. It stung.

I swooned, instantly in subspace, instantly possessed. I moaned, grinding my hips against him a little. He looked down at me, not moving, imperious, domineering. "Gwyn, be a good girl and don't struggle, hmm?" I nodded, chastened. He smiled, and warmth flooded me. "Good. Now, I'm going to go put a condom on, and then you are going to ride me, babe."

Notes

*chuckle*


qotd: morning/evening/other person?