Story-Lab.

Bastard!

I ended up fucking some random girl from my phone book this morning. Well, not so random. We’ve had sex before – a couple of times – but it seems like ages ago.

I didn’t really fuck this girl, as much as I masturbated inside her. She was a object, a substitute for the woman I really wanted to fuck, but couldn’t.

The woman I wanted to fuck the shit out of – lives far, far away and properly doesn’t want to fuck me (?) but she turns me on, makes my cock throb, puts a lump in my throat, makes my mouth dry out, my balls curl up, my vision blurry, my heart race and fills my mind with uncontrollable thoughts … She makes me loose control.

I’ve masturbated to her so many times I’ve lost count. I’ve printed her pictures out and shot my load of semen all over them. I’ve tried to trick her into talking dirty with me – but with no luck – which is properly for the best.

This morning I called my old fuck buddy, she invited me over and the fucking began – not much talking, not much foreplay – not much of anything other than raw sex!

I kept my eyes closed almost the entire duration of the fuck, I kept seeing the other woman’s face, recalled her voice.

When it was all over, I ran to the shower, I didn’t even look at the girl who I just had my cock inside off. As soon as the shower was done, I ran out the door – the guilt, the shame, the horror – the realization of me being a egotistical, utter asshole was too much for me.

At the same time it had felt so good, so wrong. There were moments where it almost felt like I was really fucking her, fucking the one I wanted and not the sub.

The mind and it’s power is one hell of a powerful thing. 

Rocket.

Her name was Rocket and she knew how to suck it and fuck it. Down on her knees eating her crack. Spread eagle on her back, sucking on her big rack. When it came to sex there was no lack or slack.

Rocket had her strap-on and she would cock it, deep in my ass, she would fuck it ”take it bitch boy, I know you love it!”. The door behind us, she forgot to lock it.

Her mom came in, took a glace at my cock and didn’t knock it. All I could think about was ”should I beg her to suck it?”. Before I knew what to mean, Rocket screamed ”Fuck it!” and I began to cream. The first load Rocket had ever seen.

Rocket was mean, if you know what I mean? 6’1 redhead with a gangster lean, and the most pornographic body a teenage boy had ever seen, it made all his friends green.

20 years later Rocket was smoking crack. She now took good money for a roll in the sack, but looking at her in the frosty night, she still wasn’t whack, she still had a large lickable rack.

Laying the cash smack down on the table, watching and drooling as Rocket opened her locket. Crawled on all fours towards me getting ready to suck it. I could not wait, until I once again had the chance to fuck it. Rocket stuck her ass up, I slammed down my whiskey cup. I’ve had enough, it was time to fuck.

A fistful of redhead Rocket as her ass rubbed my cock and proceeded to mock it. I wanted to punch my hand deep inside her and use Rocket as a sock puppet.

Me and Rocket was pissing the days away in the shower. Golden days, golden showers for hours and hours. Rocket fuel in my mouth and on my body, we were oh so ever naughty. ”What kind of man are you?” she would ask me, with her green or grey eyes. I would answers ”I’m a Rocket man”.

Rocket became the first woman on Mars. She went where no woman has gone before. She was a small step for sluts, a giant step for whores. I didn’t go with her cause I’m afraid of heights, and Rocket is a tall drink of strawberry lemonade, never spending to much time in the shade, but always getting laid.

In my pocket, I always will remember Rocket, the redhead amazon that would whisper in my ear ”I love it”.