xoxo, Me
Donald taught me I had power. This new knowledge fueled my desire for sex. I
no longer turned down invitations to parties.
Fraternity boys were eager to sleep with me and forget. I spent the next year
finding men who would be around long enough to satisfy me. Ones who
worshipped me for only fifteen minutes, but never knew my name.
I had fulfilled the prophecy, and I was the town whore. Luckily, I had been
discrete. Not even my best friend knew how many strangers I had been with. Or
I thought I had been.
The Brit
“Your order will be right out.” His rich British accent sent chills straight through me.
From the bar, I admired my mother’s latest hire. He was model handsome.
He had rich mocha skin, piercing brown eyes, and full lips. I sighed as I imagined what I could do to him. I hadn’t got his name, but I knew I would have
him.
Serving the drinks, I made sure to press up against him under the guise of passing by. “Oops sorry,” I purred and patted his chest as if I had spilled something.
He grinned at me and returned to his guests.
The main course had been served, so I approached my mother. “I need a break. I bet I am not the only one.” I motioned to the men immediately around
my target.
“Fine, you get fifteen minutes to regroup,” my mother said, dismissively.
“Good news. We are on break.” I relayed the instructions. As the others dispersed, I caught my target. “I’m going to get some air. Want to join me?”
“Sure,” he said. “Lead on.”
I knew the hotel very well. When we were in an isolated hallway, I made my move and kissed him.
“Right here? Right now?” he asked. “I’ll get fired.”
“Shh,” I said, pushing him into the utility closet. I ripped the tape I placed on the lock earlier that day in case I found someone of interest. This was not my first closet quickie. I was always prepared for such an adventure.
“But, I…” he objected.
I silenced his objections by grabbing his head and kissing him deeply.
He didn’t resist.
Seconds later, he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. He began kissing my breasts and stopped when he found the condom poking out of my bra. I always carried one. I was foolish, but not stupid.
“For me?” He grinned.
“Yeah, we need to hurry. Our break is almost over,” I teased.
“You American Girls like it dirty,” he commented as he covered his erection.
“So, how do you want it?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Nothing fancy, but if you take too long
you might get fired,” I teased.
He stuck his hand under my skirt and laughed. “You are a dirty girl. No panties?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I ordered.
The waiter growled, pulling me towards him, and kissed me deeply. He lifted
my leg and wasted no time slipping inside me.
