Last night I did something, or should I say someone, I've been craving for months. In the moments he spent seducing me it was as if he was an evil creature attempting to lure me in like prey. The way it felt was the way you feel from your first bite of food in a week. It felt like a release, or maybe even a realization of absence. It was the best when I felt the heat; a warmth I haven't felt in what felt like forever. With my nails digging into his shoulder blades and back I could feel the blood slowly exuding from his skin and covering his back with seductive scratches. It was luxurious and damn near orgasmic as he bit down on my neck and dug himself further in me. Everything felt normal. In the beginning i was against fucking this creature, but only in the view of the fact that everyone, including me, knew how promiscuous this man was. Still, he was irresistible. His tall and built body fit perfectly in every position we lay. Knowing who this alluring beast was, I had to assume it was a one time thing. But what I didn't know was how I would feel after. After all the blood, sweat, hickeys and orgasms I should have kept my guard up, for he is the king of assholes. As he finished on my already moist stomach he continued on with his life as if nothing had happened. With this savage human in the room walking around head held high, he had no idea what he had just stirred up. He had no clue how he just hurt me. Knowing that this was just a game I should have left it be. But no. Later on that night, I fucked myself harder than he did by completely tossing my pride aside to attempt to hold this being. He would turn back and forth between me and another girl on the bed. But I just let it happen. I let him make me think there was something else in the few moments he held me close to him at nearly 5am. We had been up all night, and just when I was starting to fall asleep, for what I thought was the final time, the appealing young man wrapped his arms around me tightly. He put his chizzled face against my neck with his head resting on my collar bone. It seemed as he had just excepted the fact he was into me and wasn't just in me. It felt like the first time you hug your crush or meet a famous person and they brush your hand with theirs while they prance around the stage. It felt safe. It felt reasurring. But just as I started to snuggle up to him he seemed to grow restless. Started to shift around, while I attempted in keeping his body against mine. He broke free and left the bed and that, that felt like an unknown snake bite. The confusion and worry of total distress. Eventually he came back to the bed, we slept so soundly and peacefully for about an hour and then got up. "I regret everything."
