Marie
The sun streamed through the curtains and I shook my head, confused. Why was the sun at such an odd angle, usually the rays crossed my feet from the left side, and today it was the right, flickering hazily against my eyelids. I shook my head, groggy with confusion. Where was I?
And suddenly it all came rushing back. I’d had sex with a stranger last night after going to that party with Angie. Oh god, the party itself was a blur in my mind, just a bunch of dark shapes and laughter, bright lights mixed with cocktails. But despite it all, I’d fallen into the arms of a gorgeous man and lost myself to him. The sex had been hard, hot and steamy, beyond my wildest dreams, and utterly, absolutely amazing.
My cheeks colored, growing heated even in the privacy of the room. Because fuck, it’d been good. Trent had taken me everywhere last night, we’d had multiple sessions, tangling with each other, him putting his dick everywhere and anywhere, and I’d loved it all. I’d absolutely adored it and twisted sensuously even now, alone in the sheets, parts of me achy and sore, so good from hosting a man, from feeling him deep in my secret spaces.
But where was the alpha this morning? Evidently my dark stranger had disappeared without a trace and all that was left was an indentation in the pillow and some light spatters of fluid, a reminder of his virility, that masculine strength.
I smiled softly to myself. No matter. I was an adult woman, and I’d live. Sure, I was out of practice and inexperienced, but shit, this was real life. Last night hadn’t been about love, and I wasn’t kidding myself. I didn’t expect to see Trent ever again, and it fucking sucked. But you have to make lemonade out of lemons and last night had been exactly what I’d needed. The alpha male had fucked me so hard, clearing my mind, my body limp and delicious, and today, and I was ready to take on the world.
So I stretched in the bed, looking out the window, enjoying the view. Who had the man been? Who was the sexy male who’d taken me so thoroughly, making me cream like a whore? I might never know, and that was the reality. I suppose I could ask the hotel front desk, they’d have his name, but it seemed too crazy, very stalker-ish.
So languorously, I slipped out of bed, stretching once more, pussy aching, ass sizzling still. Fuck, I could still feel Trent’s hands all over my body, caressing, stroking, before settling in for a deep rub, his dick deep in my anus, the internal massage incredible. But that was then, and this was now. So reaching for my dress, I picked up the crumpled fabric and eased myself into the tight outfit. Shit, this was gonna be the ultimate walk of shame, I looked a mess, I’d obviously been fucked thoroughly, there’d clearly been penis in me last night. So I combed my hair, trying to pin it back, trying to look like the old me, respectable and presentable. And it worked, with my curls tamed and my jacket on, I looked like a PTA mom once more.
But despite outward appearances, things were different now. Maybe only emotionally, but different all the same. Because the pleasure chest had been unlocked and there was no going back. After five years of exile, I was alive once more, and ready to explore, have fun, live an independent life. No more nights home alone, curled up with my cat and a movie. I wanted to go out, meet men, and oh god, feel a dick in me once more, give myself up to the ecstasy, savoring the pleasure. I’d love it to be with Trent again, but my chances of finding him? Probably zero.
So shaking my head resignedly, I picked up my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. No worries, the alpha had already done wonders for me, bestowing me with an amazing gift, something that I’d treasure forever. Even looking into the mirror, I could see it. There was an extra sparkle to my eye, my cheeks slightly flushed and I smiled to myself again, the stinging in my butt so good. Shit, when would that stop? When would I be able to sit normally again?
But right. It was time to get back because my son was coming home today, and Robbie has a huge appetite. At twenty, he’s still growing and putting muscle onto his frame, likely he’d devour two plates of bacon and eggs, plus a stack of pancakes and a carton of juice in twenty minutes. I smiled, excited to have my boy back, it was time to put my night of lust on the back burner, even if only temporarily. Right, time to get back to real life.
So letting myself out of the hotel room, I closed the door softly, pausing once more in the hallway with a wry smile on my face. It’d been fantastic. Being fucked by a real man had been mind-blowingly awesome, and I promised myself that no matter what happened next, this was the beginning to a new life, a new me … filled with excitement and surprise.