Escapism

It felt brilliant.
And I wanted more of it.

I slept that night like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Something had changed. A fog had been lifted.

Escapism can be a wonderful thing.

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I scrunch my arms around Sal’s neck as he embraces me before leaving. I stand on my tiptoes as he squeezes the bare cheeks of my ass. We kiss goodnight, our tongues deep, exploring, caressing.

‘See ya, sexy’ he whispers.

‘Night, baby’ I purr.

‘You call me tomorrow?’ he enquires, half turned, ready to leave.

‘Of course’

He leaves and I’m alone. Cum stained and violated. Completely satisfied. I totter back to the living room and remove my heels. I inspect my nails, one of them missing, laying somewhere in the bedroom, the debris of our love making. I feel warm and fulfilled. The warm late July night is slowly ebbing away, birds are beginning to sing, as I undress and slip into a sheer silk nightie. Removing my makeup and the glittering cum slicks off my chin, I clamber into bed, my knees marked, my asshole sore and spent. I feel truly content, as I drift off into a deep reverie - thoughts of how this all began spinning through my mind.

It’s been a crazy journey.

Escapism can be a wonderful thing.



(Thanks, for reading. If you enjoyed this in the slightest, let me know that you are out there and let me know what you think. Even if you thought it was rubbish! As fun as it is to write these stories, it definitely helps knowing someone has taken the time to read them.
Kelli x)