If you've been following, I've been inspired to write my experiences since watching a TV show.
This week, they went to the beach and it reminded me of my first (come to think of it, only) one night stand.
I used to go to the beach like some people go to church. I love the feeling of the sun on my skin, the sound of the waves, and being surrounded by people while still entirely alone.
I was laying out when I noticed a guy with looking through his camera at me. I couldn't be absolutely sure that he was looking at me, but the beach wasn't particularly crowded that day and I was the only one that far from the water.
He looked away, then looked back again. A few minutes later, he and his friend asked if I wanted to throw the frisbee with them.
He was absolutely gorgeous. To this day, the most attractive man I've ever seen. He was a few years younger than me, and I knew that he was leaving town a few days later.
I invited him to my house. For a moment, we awkwardly chatted before he kissed me with so much force that we both fell onto my couch. He tasted like cigarettes, which he admitted was his bad habit. As he started undressing me, sand fell everywhere. I got up to take a shower and asked if he was coming with me.
My shower was tiny. I could put both my arms out and touch a wall a before they were fully outstretched. I stripped him, then got on my knees and began sucking his cock. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to take him deeper. I loved running my tongue over his cock.
When we got in the shower, he lifted me up so that my back braced against the wall. He held me up and I pushed my feet against the wall to stay stable. Then, he filled me. There's only one word I can use to describe how it felt when he fucked me: divine. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure as my spine rubbed against the tile wall again and again. He bit my nipples and I screamed as he hit my center. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, dropped me, and turned me around. My ass was covered in cum and I felt so deliriously content.
The next day, I texted him to thank him for the marks he left: fingerprint bruises on my thighs. He left town the day after.
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