A Series of Erotic Events

Not So Innocent Date

⚠️Trigger Warning: A bit of date rape inspired by a true story. May or may not be continued. (If folks can enjoy Fifty Shade's abuse, this is an easy read.)

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     Jackson was my first, but unfortunately not my last. He taught me how it felt to get properly fucked. Showed me the pleasures of what a simple tongue could do. Opened a Pandora's box of emotions that were locked away for 20 years.
     I know what you might be thinking, but the key was not a golden one. Tarnished silver, maybe. Rough diamond. If it was gold, it was a fool's. And guess who that fool was?
     Moans filled the space of the small apartment room. Lips smacked and sucked as the two bodies rolled. A tangle of limbs and searching tongues. My pulse pounded as the powerful caramel body tilted beneath me, until I was gazing down into the hooded chocolate stare. His clothed chest was warm against mine even through the fabric.
     The buckle of his belt pressed uncomfortably into my thigh and I shifted. An expression I couldn't name passed over his face. He reached down between our hips. My pulse doubled.
     "What are you doing?"
     "Don't worry," he drawled lazily. "I'm adjusting it."
     Adjusting?
     Oh, yeah. He wasn't wearing a belt.
     Heat filled my cheeks as I waited for him to finish. His deep brown eyes searched mine, then he reached up to touch my cheek. The skin beneath his fingers trembled and sent shivers straight to my core. My senses glazed over and our lips were back together.
I found myself on top of him again. Lips still molding against each other, I felt his hand between us. This time it moved along my jeans.
"Don't," I pulled back with a gasp.
This time his tone was vexed.
"Don't worry, I won't."
The pressure was all too noticeable now. Warily, I let him pull me back into the kiss. My world was swallowed up by the musky aroma of his skin; the softness of his mouth; the breathy moans of pleasure hot upon my cheek. We rolled to a rhythm of our own ecstasy.
This was my first make out session. Ever.
I gasped and jerked upright. Movement down below, along my jeans. Along his pants. I stared at him, hard, which was difficult since my eyes were glazed over.
"Don't-"
"I won't." His tone now far from patient.
Then, suddenly, an unfamiliar pressure, slight as it was, sent me to a different world. Warmth flooded every fiber of my body. Every vein. The room turned golden, like a warm afternoon sun bathing everything in beige. Euphoria exploded behind every single sensory receptor.
The world was a wonderful place.
Peace. There was peace.
I swear I almost saw butterflies dancing near my head.
I looked down at the man below me, a half smile curling my lips.
"You snake."
It was meant as a playful insult, but an expression of pain flitted briefly across his features. Then it was gone. He held me there, against his chest, while the sensation slowly faded. We rolled apart and sat on the leather love seat.
I was still floating in a daze. He sat beside me, a little ways away, very still. Solemn. In my state I could only stare. When he finally spoke, his words were filled with regret.
"I'm so sorry. I took your virginity...I feel terrible."
He slumped with his head in both hands. From my heavenly euphoric cloud, I leaned over my imaginary lyre to place a hand on his back.
"It's okay. If I'd wanted you to stop, I would've said something. It's not your fault."
How wrong I had been.
A word of advice.. Never take the blame for someone else when you are under the influence of pleasure endorphins.
Most of you may agree I had been date-raped. He still claims to have thought the decision was mutual. I suppose "don't" didn't register in his vocabulary. English was his second language..
The reason he wasn't my last? I developed a grudge that night which I still haven't gotten over. He manipulated me, slithered his scaly fingers where he wanted them, then pricked my virgin pussy without my worded consent. Did it feel amazing? Yes. Did he only use the tip? Now that I think about it, yes.
But in no way does the end justify the means. Ever since that bittersweet moment, he'd groomed me to like sex until I grew hornier than him. I was a fucking sex kitten. Purring and rubbing his leg at any chance I got. He taught me well. Too well. The pupil had become the master.

~©️Secret_Luver7

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