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Yet I needed more.
I grabbed David by the shoulders, shoved him backward, and he flopped onto the bed like a lifeless doll. His feet remained on the floor as I crawled onto the bed, and with my knees on either side of his waist, I straddled him.
It must’ve been something I’d seen in a movie because I’d never done this before, but the second I fell forward onto my hands, I realized the benefits of it. My breasts were in the perfect position for David to enjoy as much as he wanted.
His cock was growing, filling his pants with a rock-hard rod. I used the bulge to rub my pussy up and down. The friction of my lace underwear and the benefit of his cast-iron rod set off a pulse between my legs that resonated through me.
While his mouth savored my breast, his other hand worked its magic on my other mound of flesh. As my orgasm grew to mammoth proportions, I rolled my hips back and forth, rubbing his constrained cock along my vagina with a primal need that overtook my mind.
It was agonizing pleasure, but still not enough. I stood with my feet on either side of David’s waist, right above him. His eyes homed in on my panties. I don’t know where the idea came from, but I remained standing above him, tugged my panties aside, and drove my finger into my moist crevice.
He clutched my ankles as if holding on for dear life, as I fingered myself above him until my hot fluids sprinkled onto his business shirt in dark splatters.
Some of my juice must have landed on his arm because he raised his wrist to his nose and sniffed, then with his eyes closed, ran his tongue over his own skin.
Seeing him do that drove another wave of ecstasy through me. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and showed him what to do.
As I yanked my underwear aside, David plunged his index finger into me. My legs threatened to buckle as the tide of pleasure drove through my body. I rubbed my clit, applying both pleasure and pain to my already sensitive bud.
He added an extra finger, stretching me as he drove them in and out with glorious precision. In and out. Slow, then fast. He changed it up, keeping the sensations alive and unpredictable.
He definitely knew what he was doing.
The point of release hit me.
Fireworks coursed through my veins, across my eyes, over my clit, shattering my body into glorious slivers of ecstasy. I imploded. Exploded. Crumbled to a million pieces.
David must have sensed I was about to fall because he clutched my hips, and I dropped to my knees, then flopped onto his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I was on the verge of tears at the familiarity of it. I could’ve stayed there for hours. Maybe I did.
After an eternity, I crawled off the bed. “Thank you so much.” I collected my clothes from the floor and shoved them into my bag. “You were really amazing.”
A smile lit up his face. It was that smile. The one of pure elation.
“My name is Memphis, by the way.” I tugged my trench coat over my nakedness.
“I’m David.” He remained sprawled on the bed with remnants of my juices dotting his clothes and the drunken look of sexual gratification on his face.
Grinning like crazy, I probably looked like a weirdo as I made my way back to my room.
Each one of these erotic experiments taught me something. I’d always put men up on a sexual pedestal, but based on my recent experience, men had as many insecurities about themselves as I did. As much as they were teaching me something about myself, I was hopefully showing them something about themselves, too.
It was satisfying for both of us.
This was a new concept for me. The three men in my life who I’d actually had sex with had been focused solely on themselves. I’d just been the body who helped them climax. After their sexual release, I’d been discarded without a second thought.
Never again. From now on, I am in charge.
Sex was so much more than just a climax.
Sex was to be enjoyed. Explored. Experienced. Lived!
And boy, was I doing that.
I grabbed my diary, turned to the 27th of January, and at the top of the page, I wrote Mr. David Lawson, room 36 - My Mysterious Manager.
I scribbled down the details of what we did, but this time, I also wrote what I’d learned about myself and how I thought I had helped a complete stranger. I signed off as Memphis.
