A sexy story- part 1

I’m writing a sexy story, actually I’m writing like 3 right now.. but until I find some motivation to finish it, here are the first few chapters for you to enjoy :)

Chapter 1

“Everything is happening according to plan.” I looked in the mirror at my reflection staring back at me, mocking the words as they came out of my mouth. I picked up my favorite lipstick from the counter and applied the soft mauve color evenly to my lips. “Don’t give me that look.” I said out loud to myself. “Everything is happening according to plan.” I finished getting ready, applying a dab of perfume to my collar and wrists. I picked out a pair of small gold hoop earrings that accentuated the simple navy trousers and white blouse I had chosen this morning and I ran my fingers through my curls with a little bit of oil to bring them back to life. I looked at myself once more in the mirror, took a deep breath in and let a sigh out. I repeated again, “Everything is happening according to plan.” 

I felt the familiar nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I pushed it down with a big, fake smile in the mirror and turned to grab my leather bag from the hook by the door before making my way downstairs to the kitchen. I poured a cup of coffee to go and found my keys before heading to the garage. 

“Everything is happening according to plan.” And it is. I planned to get into the best business school in Michigan and I did. I planned to graduate top of my class and I did. I planned to move to Detroit and land a job with E-Rev, the hottest growing marketing firm for entertainment venues in the midwest, and I did. Now, I plan to be promoted to executive. I’m not even worried. My boss has already so much as told me the job is mine. I just have to impress this new account. Some nightclub bigshot who wants to expand in Chicago, Detroit, and Indianapolis. I could finish that presentation in my sleep. That promotion is mine. 

But something is missing. That nagging feeling again. For a second I almost let my mind drift off into the fantasy. As I shook the thought away, I felt my phone vibrating in my bag and fished it out to answer a call from my assistant. 

“Hey Jess, I’m on my way.” I answered the call, knowing she was worried I wouldn’t make it to our brunch date. 

“Okay cool, hey I wanted to tell you as soon as I heard. They scheduled your presentation for Monday morning at 10. I was thinking I could order some bagels from that place around the corner from the office or maybe rent an espresso machine, something that will really WOW this guy. I mean, they say he is just impossible to please.”

I could hear the worry in her voice. My promotion meant more doors opened for her as well; she wanted this just as badly as I did. I had also heard the client was tough to satisfy. He had fired eight other marketing teams since his first nightclub opened in 2016. And despite this, his dance clubs are some of the hottest, most popular spots in the Metro Detroit area. I know I can expand his brand into Chicago and Indianapolis. I ran a similar campaign for a competitor a few years back and learned so much about how to approach those markets. If it were any other client, I wouldn’t have been worried at all. 

“Let’s talk when I get there, I’ll only be 5 minutes. We are going to wow him Jess. I just know it.” I said to put her mind at ease. 

When I got to the cafe, Jess was already sitting at a small table on the patio. I walked over and she stood to give me a hug. She had become such a close friend over the years. More like a sister. 

I sat and we ordered some tea. I got lavender, sage, and lemon, my favorite herbal blend. Jess got a green tea with lemon and a blueberry scone. We chatted about the weather, about our families, and she dished all the latest office gossip. We talked about the presentation and planned out what still needed to be taken care of before Monday. Jess decided on bagels and scones from the cafe’s bakery for the meeting plus brewed coffee from her favorite place down the street. I reviewed the finishing touches I needed to make to the slide deck. I planned to finish it up tonight and practice over the weekend until the presentation was perfect. 

“Have you been?” Jess asked suddenly.

“Been where?” I looked at her curiously. 

“To one of his clubs. Have you been?” 

“No,” I answered, “Have you?” 

“Yeah, I went to Lust a few times with some girlfriends. It was so much fun.” She cocked her head to the side and gave me a strange look. “You should go.”

“What? No way. I have to get these slides ready for Monday. Plus, I’m not really one to go out dancing.” 

“Consider it market research.” She said slyly. “You deserve a night out. When was the last time you just let loose and had some fun? Probably pre-Trevor, right?”

The sound of his name made me want to gag. My ex-boyfriend, the cheating douche. I had found out about 4 months ago that he had been seeing another girl for almost a year. Six years of my life wasted on his broken promises and half-truths. She was right. It had been a really long time since I had been out.

My face must have given away my disgust. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t have brought him up.” 

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay, really. You’re right, I do need a night out soon,” I paused. “But not tonight, I have got to focus on nailing this presentation. Trevor is my past. This promotion to executive is my future.” 

We finished up our tea and paid the bill. I walked with Jess to her car and gave her one more hug goodbye. “Enjoy the rest of your day off, boss, try not to work too hard.” she said with a smile. “I’ll email you that slide deck as soon as I get back to the office.” 

She drove away as I climbed into my car. As I settled into the leather seat, I took a deep breath and let a long sigh out, letting my exhaustion fill the air. I really didn’t need to think about Trevor right now. I still hadn’t let myself fully grieve the way that ended, I had too much to do to secure this promotion. I promised myself that once I got the job I would take some time to mourn the asshole. Until then, I planned to keep those feelings buried deep underneath my hatred-fueled desire to burn him alive for making me feel so foolish. The sadness is irrelevant anyway. I am glad it ended the way it did. I would have ended up marrying that idiot. He did me a favor. That girl can have him. 

I miss the sex though. Trevor had a high sex-drive like mine, we almost didn’t miss a day. That was one of the reasons I was so blown away by his infidelity. We had so much sex. I couldn’t help but feel like there was something wrong with me when I found out he cheated. The logical part of my brain of course knew this wasn’t true, but the feeling was there, gnawing at me. Why wasn’t I enough? 

I hadn’t gone this long without dick since college. I thought of the first time Trevor fucked me, in my studio apartment after splitting a pizza and a bottle of wine. He was so nervous that his hands shook while he was opening the condom wrapper and he got so frustrated. I remember taking the condom from him and gently rolling it down the length of his shaft while looking deep into his eyes. He had told me later that was the moment he knew I was the love of his life. I rolled my eyes at the thought. 

I unbuttoned my pants and reached my hand down to feel the wetness on my silk thong. “This fucker.” I said out loud. I cannot believe I am horny thinking about this idiot right now. I knew no one could see me with my tinted windows, so I leaned my seat back a bit and allowed myself to give into the fantasy. I thought about his hands in my hair and on my neck, him sucking on my nipples until I moan. I remembered the way his lips felt on mine. The way he slapped my ass. How it felt when he slid deep inside me. I felt the energy building deep within as I circled my clit. I covered my mouth to stifle a moan as I unfolded, allowing my stress and tension to melt away, fully relaxing and sinking back into the seat behind me. I needed that. Sex is my stress release, if I’m not going to be having sex with someone else, I need to at least make sure I am having sex with myself. 

I fixed my clothes and put the mirror down to look at myself. I wiped a tear away, “Stupid Trevor,” I muttered. I drove home and parked my car, then decided to walk to the supermarket down the block to pick up a few items for the weekend. It was a small place, but I really loved the atmosphere. The cashier greeted me as I entered. “Hi Ava!” she said brightly. 

“Hi Betty, good to see you today!” I replied. I picked up a basket and began surveying the aisles for goodies. I picked out my weekend power session standards: cookie dough, instant mac and cheese, and frosted flaky cereal. I strolled through the wine and liquor aisle and found a cabernet sauvignon that I hadn’t tried before. I added it to my basket and froze when I heard a familiar voice saying my name. 

“Ava?”

I spun around, eyes wide, and found myself face to face with the cheating douchebag himself. 

You have got to be fucking kidding me. 

“Oh my gosh, it is you!” Trevor pulled me in for a hug and I just stood there in stunned silence. “You look great,” He said, “How have you been?”

“I’m good, working a lot.” I said softly. “GET ME OUT OF HERE” my brain screamed at me angrily. 

I should have listened. I should have put my basket down on the ground and walked out of the store right then. Instead, I asked “How about you?”

“I’m okay, actually, I mean, this is great. I wanted to tell you in person and was trying to figure out how to reach you. You haven’t exactly made it easy to stay in contact.” He was referring to the fact that I had blocked him on social media and from being able to call or text my phone. I needed space and I wasn’t going to apologize for the boundaries I needed to put in place to protect my energy. 

“Tell me what?” I asked, unsure if I even cared to know the answer. 

Then I saw her. The girl from the photos. She came up beside him and he wrapped his arm around her, her hand instinctively went to her belly and my eyes followed. My heart sank. She had to be at least seven months pregnant. I looked up at him and instantly saw the guilt in his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry Ava. I know how hard this must be for you. I’m really glad we got to do this in person though. I have been wanting to tell you so you’d hear it from me.” 

My head was spinning. My thoughts were moving in at a thousand miles a minute. My anger was replaced with sadness and then replaced with depression, bitterness, and anger again. Emotions swirling around like a tornado, wrapping me up in despair and leaving me frozen in my tracks. 

“Congratulations to you both.” I said between my teeth, “I gotta go.” I showed Betty my basket and handed her fifty dollars. “That ought to cover it.” I said. She mouthed at me to get out of there, she had seen me come into the market a thousand times with Trevor when we were together. I gave silent appreciation that she understood why I needed to flee and ran out the door towards home, taking the basket with me. 

Chapter 2

This bottle of wine is not going to cut it. I poured a third glass as I pulled cookies out of the oven. When I had gotten home, I had been a mess. I had stormed in and went immediately to the kitchen for the corkscrew, throwing the basket from the market on the couch and not caring when the box of cereal tumbled into the living room floor. I had downed my first glass in seconds and drank the second while I stumbled upstairs to climb in the shower. I sat in the tub with the shower streaming down on me and allowed myself to finally feel all of the emotions I had been avoiding for the last four months. 

Hatred. Jealousy. Anger. Betrayal. Damn, the sting of his betrayal. He told me he never wanted kids. He told me a lot of things. I couldn’t believe I had been so foolish. That I didn’t trust my intuition that something was off. That I didn’t advocate better for what I needed in our relationship. I was so hurt. Hurt that he cheated. Hurt that he lied. Hurt that it wasn’t me that was pregnant right now…

I took a deep breath in and felt a grief and despair building in my chest that I feared I may not survive. I let the air out of my lungs and a wail came with it, piercing my ears and soul as I cried out. I felt my panic come to the surface. What if I never get to have a family? What if I never find a man I can trust? What if I am unlovable? Will I ever be enough?

The pain in my heart was too much to bear. Instead, I was determined to forget. I had pulled myself off the floor and forced myself to finish showering. I wiped away my tears and dried off, applying rose water to my puffy eyes before making my way downstairs to make cookies and start working on my presentation. I needed to focus on work. I needed a distraction. 

I pulled out my laptop and found the slide deck in my email. I stared at the notes from my brunch with Jess. I tried to focus on the market analysis in front of me. I tried to settle back into my confidence and plan for my presentation. Every time I thought I finally got in the zone I saw them together, taking their child to the park, swinging on the monkey bars and watching their soccer games. Snuggling together in bed on a Sunday morning. Laughing as they make a big breakfast and enjoy the sunshine. I noticed my hand had landed on my stomach, wishing and wanting what was not mine. I shuddered and reached for the bottle of wine to pour glass number four and frowned when the last drops dripped into my glass, barely halfway full. 

This bottle of wine is not going to cut it. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake off the events of this afternoon. Jess’s words rang in my ear “You deserve a night out, when was the last time you let loose and had fun?” Before I could change my mind, I pulled out my phone and ordered a Lyft. 

Fuck it, I’m going dancing.

Chapter 3

When the car pulled up to Lust, I almost chickened out. There was a line around the building to get in and every woman I saw was more beautiful than the next. They looked like models with their neon club dresses and stiletto pumps. I looked so plain in comparison in my little black dress and simple black heels. I had slicked back my hair into a high bun, leaving only a singular strand on each side to frame my face. I had tried to be spicy by adding a black choker with a singular pearl in the center, but now all I could see was Audrey fucking Hepburn. And Lust was certainly not breakfast at Tiffany’s. 

I shook my head, gathered my courage, and got out of the car. Once inside, I headed straight to the bar and ordered another red wine. “Might as well stick with what I know.” I thought to myself. I took a moment to look around and orient myself to the room. Across from the bar was the DJ booth where a young woman was bumping along to the beat, headphones half on as she mixed the track. The large dance floor in the center was absolutely packed with people. There were couples, groups of girlfriends, and clusters of people swirling around each other, grinding with the beat and feeling the music. I envied their carefree attitude, how they didn’t seem to care at all about anything happening around them. They were so present in the moment, just experiencing the music and allowing it to express through them. It was truly beautiful. I felt my sadness coming to the surface again and choked it down with a swallow. The bartender made excellent timing with my wine and I took a long pull from the glass before setting it down on the bar.

“This doesn’t really look like your kind of place.” I turned to find the voice and found myself face to face with the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. 

“It’s not.” I answered honestly.

“Business or pleasure?” He asked. 

“Both.” I answered honestly again, purposefully not explaining myself. “What about you?” 

He smiled and my heart melted. “Both as well.” His grin was playful, almost sinful. 

Fuck, what I would let this man do to me. 

I shook that thought away with a shiver, and he smiled again, like he knew exactly what was on my mind.

I picked up my glass of wine and finished it in a few gulps. The bartender asked if I wanted another and I nodded. “Wait,” I called out. “Actually, I want a shot of tequila.” I wasn’t here to meet a man. I was here to forget one.

“Woah, who broke your heart, beautiful?” He sat on the barstool beside me and looked at me with genuine curiosity. His eyes met mine and when he held my gaze I felt like he was looking right into the depths of my soul.

“That’s a hell of an assumption.” I snapped back at him. “Maybe I got fired, maybe my dog died, maybe my best friend was just a bitch today. But no, you assume I am drinking alone because of a man.” I rolled my eyes, threw back my shot, and pushed away from the bar. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I actually came here to dance alone, not drink alone.”

I allowed my irritation to fuel a newfound confidence as I stepped on the dance floor and began to move awkwardly to the music. After a few songs, the combination of the flashing lights, the alcohol, and the bass had me feeling so liberated. I began to loosen up, allowing myself to flow freely to the music, to wind my hips and shake my ass and move however my body felt like moving. 

I didn’t care about Trevor. I didn’t care about the girl. I didn't care about the baby. I didn’t care about work or my promotion. The only thing I cared about was feeling alive. Feeling free. Feeling like me. 

I made friends with a group of girls on the dance floor and hung with them the rest of the night. We laughed, drank, danced, and had the time of our lives. I didn’t even recognize myself, couldn’t believe how free and alive I was allowing myself to be, and at the same time, was enjoying every single second of it. I knew that Monday I would have to go back to reality, but for tonight, for this moment, I was going to live life to the fullest. And fuck the consequences. 

At the end of the night, I kissed my new friends goodbye as I made my way to the coat check. As I turned the corner, I ran straight into him. The beautiful man from the bar. He reached out to steady me and I pushed his hands away. That smirk again, like he could see right through me.That was so irritating. 

“Did you have a nice time?” He asked. 

“It didn’t suck.” I said. The way he talked was just so soothing, like I had known him my whole life. Usually I would be shy, timid, afraid of a man so beautiful, but the way he looked at me I felt so safe, so accepted. It was weird. I stepped around him toward the counter and gave the girl behind it my ticket. She was back in a few seconds with my fur coat. I took it and turned to face the man, still standing behind me. 

“Want a ride home, beautiful?” 

He must be kidding. “Yeah, I’m going to get in the car with a strange man and give him my home address.” I rolled my eyes at him again. “Excuse me.”

I brushed his arm accidently as I walked past him and stopped dead in my tracks when I felt his skin on mine. I turned my face to look at his and his eyes found mine. A look of recognition. He had felt it too. An electricity, an indescribable energy between us.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the dancing and the feeling of freedom still coursing through my veins, or if it was seeing Trevor and his pregnant girlfriend earlier today, but in that moment, I decided to throw every bit of caution to the wind and follow the completely illogical feelings in my heart. I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. It was sloppy, uncoordinated, and I was surprised when he slipped a hand around my waist and pulled me closer into him, taking control of the kiss and gently slipping his tongue in my mouth, teasing my lips and tongue. 

“On second thought, you can drive me home.” I flirted when we pulled away. He kept me in an embrace, one hand around my waist, the other on the side of my face, stroking my cheek gently and tracing his fingertip down my neck to my collar bone. 

“I thought you didn’t want to give me your home address.” He was joking, but I immediately stiffened. That’s right. Logic. I should just go home alone. I should wake up early tomorrow and work on my presentation. It’s irresponsible to take a stranger home. It’s not like me to have a one night stand anyway. I should just go home. 

“Hey, where did you go?” His words brought me back to the present. “It felt like you got lost in your head for a second.”

“I should just go.” I released from his embrace and took a step away. “I have a lot of work to do tomorrow and it's late anyway, I should just go home and get to bed.” I started to walk away but he reached for my wrist and pulled me back toward him. He looked me deep in my eyes, like he was studying my response. “Do you always do the thing you should do?” he asked. 

I was silent. My brain searched for a witty response, a fantastic comeback to set this man in his place once and for all, but came up completely blank. 

“Mostly.” I opted for honesty again, having found no room for rebuttal. 

“Answer me this,” he said seductively, “What is it that you want, beautiful?”

“What do you desire?”

The answer flashed in my mind and he smiled with the realization in my eyes. I blushed and looked away from him. He reached forward and placed his finger gently on my chin and pulled my face back up. “Don’t run from it. Tell me.” He commanded with authority, but it was still a question, an invitation. 

“I want you to fuck me until I forget about him.” The truth spilled out. I can’t believe I said that out loud. I want to run and hide. The shame creeps up my spine. 

“Ask, and ye shall receive baby girl” 

Chapter 4

I cannot believe I am doing this. 

My hands won’t stop shaking as I fumble to get the key into the lock of my front door. He is standing behind me and I feel his eyes on me as I struggle. My alcohol has worn off enough that my brain has started listing all the reasons this is insane. I’m cursing Jess for suggesting I go to Lust. Cursing Trevor for being at MY supermarket today. Cursing myself for drinking a whole bottle of wine and allowing my passion to get the better of me. Now I have a beautiful man on my porch, my anxiety is at an absolute ten, and I cannot get this fucking key into the lock.

“Fuck.” I say aloud as the keys fall to the floor. He picks them up and instead of handing them back to me, he slips his finger into the keyring and spreads the keys out in his palm, extending it out to show me. 

“Which key is it?” he asks gently. 

I wanted to reach out and grab them back. I didn’t need him to open the damn door for me. I felt a familiar defiance come over me and I thought of the countless times Trevor had tried to take control in our relationship. I always thought my way was better. I always made sure he knew I didn’t need him.

I sighed. I was tired of fighting. 

I pointed to the key and he smoothly tossed the entire set into the air, snatched it with his other hand, found the key I'd selected and opened the door in less than 10 seconds. He pushed the door open with one hand while looking back at me and gesturing for me to enter with the other.

I slid past him and walked in the house, immediately excusing myself to the bathroom and inviting him to have a seat on the couch. I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to find something nice to say to my reflection and coming up short. I felt my anxiety coming back. What was I doing? What was I thinking? This was so irresponsible. Again my thoughts were coming in quicker than I could think them, swirling around and making me sick. The beautiful man’s words rang in my ears…

“What do you desire?” 

I had a choice. I could listen to the thoughts in my brain and tell this man to leave and go to sleep and move on with my life. Or I could listen to the desire burning hot in my chest and in between my legs. I could choose my pleasure and my passion. I took a deep breath in and let it out, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, we are choosing to be free. 

I did the best I could do with my makeup and hair and headed into my living room, cringing when I saw the supermarket basket and frosted flaky cereal still on the floor in front of the couch. I picked it up and set it under the coffee table. 

“Don’t ask.” I said. 

He smiled. “A story for another day.” His eyes darkened as he stood up and walked toward me. I could smell his cologne, musky and warm. His aura filled the room and wrapped me in a gentle embrace seconds before he did, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me close to him to whisper in my ear. 

“Besides, I believe you have some forgetting to do.” He kissed my neck gently, trailing down to my shoulder while reaching around to find the zipper on my dress. I silently thanked myself for putting on my emerald green bra and panty set. When my dress hit the floor, he took a step back to look at me. His fingers brushed the strap of my bra, playing with the lace edges at the cup. He touched me so gently it brought tears to my eyes and I pushed them down with a shiver. 

“Are you okay babygirl?” He asks. 

“Yes, I’m fine, sorry.” I reply, awkwardly moving around him. Cursing myself for ruining the moment again. 

“Hey, if you aren’t into this, we can just call it a night.” He says, “No pressure, you know?” 

“No!” I yell out, too roughly and he chuckles. “I’m into it, I just got really in my head for a minute, I’m sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” He commands. His eyes are straight sin. I hold his gaze while he unbuttons his shirt and reveals his chiseled chest and abs. He throws the shirt over the back of a chair and sits down on the couch, patting his thigh. 

“Come here.” 

I walk over and place one knee on either side of his hips, staying up on my knees so that my tits are right in his face. I give them a little bounce and he smiles. Fuck, that made me wet. I giggled. Just seconds ago I felt awkward and afraid, now all I can think about is driving him wild. 

He wraps his hands around my waist and guides my hips down until I am sitting on his lap. I feel his erection immediately and my body responds. I feel my hips soften, I begin to slowly grind my clit against him through his jeans. I gently shake my ass from side to side, letting a moan slip out as I lose myself in the moment. He grabs my ass with both hands and presses up firmly into me, rocking me back and forth on the length of his hard shaft. 

“You feel that, babygirl?” I giggled and moaned. 

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you forget he ever existed.”

All of a sudden, hands still on my ass and taking me with him, he flipped me over and laid me gently on my back on the couch and peeled my thong off, tossing it to the floor. He kissed the inside of my knee, up my thigh, gently nipping at my skin, teasing me. Each time, his mouth was somewhere new and my body quivered in anticipation of where he might go next. 

I felt his breath against my pussy. His tongue gently made circles on my clit, then dragging his tongue down and back up, long intentional strokes, like he was making sure to taste every single inch of me. His lips found my clit again and he sucked gently while flicking his tongue against me. I felt myself soften again. I felt my legs open wider, inviting him deeper. I felt myself lean back and surrender to the moment, to the pleasure, to the sensation between my legs and the feeling of being truly devoured by him. Before I knew it, I came so hard. 

I cried out, engulfed in bliss. He kept pace while I unraveled, slowing down once I did and smiling up at me. He rubbed my engorged wet slit gently with his thumb. 

“We are just getting started.” He said slyly

“It’s my turn.” I said, before I lost my nerve. “I want to taste you.”

He stood up, unbuttoning his pants and revealing his impressive length.

“Come here.” he said. 

I slid down into the floor and crawled in front of him, looking up into his eyes as I took him in my hand and pressed my lips to the tip of his cock. He moaned and I felt him get even harder as I slid him inside and down the back of my throat. His hands found my hair and he guided me up and down, setting the pace and controlling the movement. I gagged at his girth and he stopped, but I urged him to continue, hungry for more. 

“I want to feel that pretty pussy babygirl. Turn around.”

I did as I was told and he dropped to his knees behind me, unhooking my bra and sliding the straps over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He reached around to cup my breasts in his hands, thumbs and forefingers gently teasing my nipples. He releases them to send one hand down to circle my still swollen clit again, sending shivers through my whole body and he sends the other hand up to my neck, gently choking me and pulling my body against his. 

I’m so close again already. I can feel his hard length pressing into my ass and all I want is to feel it inside me. Like he read my mind, he releases his hands and I instinctively bend over, placing my chest on the floor and keeping my ass positioned in the air, ready for him. 

He taps the head of his cock against my clit and I cry out. My pussy aches for him. I shake my ass in anticipation and hear him moan. “You don’t want to shake your ass like that at me babygirl.” He says seductively. 

“Why’s that?” I ask, trying to match his tone. 

“You may not like what happens next.” 

“Try me.” I tease, and I shake my ass again. “I’m ready.”

He slips one finger inside me and licks it clean. “You sure are.”