Give me love (erotic)

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Give me Love

This is a fictional story. It will and does include mature scenes.

I had never found use for love. Many wasted emotions run dry. The thought of someone touching me violated my very being. But somehow I ended up in the bar, cold drink in my hand. My low cut black top was revealing more cleaverege than intended, and that simple gesture was getting noticed by many eyes.

Taking a slight sip from my beer, I glanced up at the bars tv, focused on the football match. It wasn't until his husky voice whispered in my ear did I notice him.

"My money is on the Bronco's winning."

Turning to him I smirked.

"You're on. If the cowboys win you gotta buy me as many drinks as I want." I announced, smiling at his tall figure.

"Okay, but if I win, I get as much of you as I want." He grinned back and I froze.

My work colleagues were always saying I should have sex with someone at least. Maybe this is my chance. No, get your head together Sarah. Just as I was going to decline, he spoke.

"No backing out now."

Watching in agony until half time, I was mildly pleased my team was ahead. Looking at him to rub in my half match victory, I found myself assessing him to see if I could stand him touching me.

His strong tan arms and blonde hair. Green eyes to seak the deal but still the thought of being touched repulsed me. No words were exchanged untio the match started up where it left off.

"You'll see, I'll get my way." He whispered, breathe hot on my ear.

... ... ...

He was right. Why else would I be entering a motel room, my dignity about to take a beating. As soon as the door was closed, his lips were against mine. He pushed me hard against the door, his arms placed either side of my head, his body holding me prisoner. Feeling awkward with my arms just hanging there, I wrapped them around his waist.

His tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking for permission. My brain barely processed the thought that I was touching someone becore I was startled by his tongue twirling around mine. As much as I hated to admit it, my willpower faulted.

I, Sarah Reaswell was enjoying this contact.

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