Rock All Night

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It was a long-ass night.

A long-ass, frustrating night.

I laid awake, fitfully turning in bed for over an hour, replaying the scene over and over in my head.

F*ck this.

Him slamming me against the wall, kissing me, stroking me, tantalizing me –

The stench of a dozen other women’s perfume –

I’ve always wanted YOU, Kaitlyn. Just you.

My final refusal –

You want me? I’m yours. But YOU let me know.

It all seemed like a dream.

An incredibly hot, but incredibly disturbing dream.

Why did I have to say ‘no’? Wasn’t that exactly the thing I’d fantasized about for years – him forcefully pinning me against the wall, taking me, ravishing me?

I knew why I’d said ‘no,’ of course. The smell. The perfume. I couldn’t get past it.

Why did he have to dance with those women? Why?

Why did he have to flaunt it in my face?

Why couldn’t we have just left immediately after the concert and come here?

He could have been in my arms right now.

He could have been inside me RIGHT NOW.

I was so hot and bothered I wanted to cry.

I relived our night together in college – his fingers creeping down to my panties… slowly slipping beneath my underwear…

As I imagined it for the fifth time, I finally let my own hand drift down between my legs and pretend it was his.

Imagined it was his fingertip gently touching my *… stroking… circling… caressing…

I remembered the feel of his body against mine… his lips kissing my ear, my neck…

And as I got higher, as I felt my orgasm build, I remembered his cock… I remembered holding it hot and long and thick in my hand, stroking it… using his own pre-come to make him wet and slick… my fingers slipping over the head, circling the shaft. I remembered the passion in our kisses, the look on his face, the ecstasy and the surprise as he cried out and his cock suddenly exploded beneath my fingers, the hot wet spurting over my hand as he called out my name –


And I came.

I cried out, a tiny little whimper, as the contractions raced through me. When it was finished, I rolled over on my side. The pain was still there in my heart, but the tension was lessened. For a few brief seconds I had forgotten how much I hurt.

It still took me another hour to get to sleep.