Aphrodisiac

Ecstasy

             ec·sta·sy
/ˈekstəsē/
ღ ¦ an overwhelming feeling of great happiness or joyful excitement.

The hot pink lamp was the only source of light in the pink zebra print wallpaper room.

The mystery man gripped Valentina's hips, his cold, metal rings sending a shock through her entire body. Without a warning, he entered her with one, long, hard thrust, leaving no time for Valentina to adjust to his 8 inch. Yes, it was a big size for a young man like him, though she wished it could have been bigger. It was the first time a size this large has entered her.

Valentina moaned, though there was no pleasure in her tone. The man knew that. He pulled out of her, then thrusted back in. He started slow, with each minute rising, he picked up his pace to the point where he was faster than an audience clapping. This turned on Valentina. Now, she moaned in pure pleasure. In the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the man smirking slightly, then it disappeared as he saw her. He pulled out, then reached for a silk black blindfold. He bent over to tie the blindfold around Valentina's eyes.

She could sort of make out the man. He had fluffy black hair which was falling into the his eyes. And the thing which made Valentina's heart pound, and her pussy throb, was the tattoo going around his neck.

The man thrusted back into Valentina, going so fast. It was unimaginable. The familiar sensation was building up in her pussy. The man instantly knew. "Hold it." He grumbled.

That voice. God, that voice. That deep voice could not keep Valentina from not coming. She held it. She wanted to pleasure this man. For once in a whole week, she wanted to pleasure a man who fucked her. She whimpered, not knowing how much longer she can hold it. The man put two of his fingers inside of her mouth, forcing Valentina to suck them. And she did. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, a soft groan escaping his lips. Valentina could taste the metal, irony taste pouncing off of the man's rings. He took out his fingers, still not giving his command for her to release her high.

Valentina was practically begging now. "Please! Oh please let me come!" She cried out. The man chuckled, slapping her ass.

Valentina could not take it anymore. This teasing. She had never experienced anything like it before.

"Do it." That was all she needed to hear before coming. And goodness, did it feel awesome. Valentina moaned in ecstasy as The man threw his head back, succumbing into his high. He coated Valentina's walls, both of their juices mixed together. The man thrusted hard a few more times before stopping. They both were a panting mess. He stayed like this for a few more minutes, then pulled out. Valentina's heart was pounding. It almost felt like it was going to rip from the inside of her chest.

She stayed on the bed, her left cheek pressed against the pillow. After a few more minutes, she got up. Valentina slid on her underwear, then her purple skirt. She then put her white tank top.

Valentina looked around to see if the man was still there. Unfortunately, he was no where to be seen. Hurriedly, she rushed out of the room to catch one last glimpse of the man. Valentina ran through the hallway, and down the stairs. She reached the front desk, and there stood her best friend, counting bills.

"Carmella!" Valentina gasped out of breath.

"Oh my god, Val. That man you just banged," Carmella said, point a finger to the door, signaling the man who just left. "He payed you the regular price for an hour, two-hundred, but he tipped you one-thousand. ONE GRAND!" She jumped around happily, but Valentina was not amused.

"Val? What's the matter? Aren't you happy? This can help you a bunch!!" Carmella raised an eyebrow, tying a rubber band around the dollar bills.

Valentina sighed. "That man, I had the best sex with him." She stared out of the glass door.

"Sorry Val. It's not like you gonna see him again. I bet there's tons of men like him. Even I wish he fucked me." Carmella handed Valentina her paycheck.

"He was just, something I can't explain." Valentina sighed once again. She walked up to the coat stand, taking her purse and her fleece.

"Your a prostitute, Val. Your here for the money, right? Why do you care about that man so much? For the love of god, don't say his voice." Valentina parted her lips to say his voice, then shut it.

"I guess I'll see you next weekend, Carmi. Love you tons."

Carmella smiled and waved. "Love you too."

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Valentina drove into the city, where she lived in an apartment with her entrepreneur brother, Ezra. He created a software app that got famous overnight.

Valentina unlocked the door, entering the apartment. Her brothers voice greeted her.

"You're dressed like a slut." He said in a stern voice.

"You're gay." Valentina said, matching his tone.

"Excuse me, Val. I am half gay. And what does my sexuality have to do with your outfit choice?" Ezra crossed his arms.

"I don't know." She shrugged, hanging her fleece and purse on the coat stand next to the door.

"Your so cringe. Go to sleep." Ezra said before getting back to laptop. Valentina smiled before heading to her room.