Confessions Of A Man Hater

Prolouge

It was about time. For the first time in a long time-I felt passion. I felt him. His kiss, heartbeat, and warm cozy breath-it was perfect. I dropped my purse on the center table as he laid me down the couch. He removed his shoes and coat, dropped it as quickly as possible to kiss me again. He removed one hand from me and turned off the lamp. I pulled him closer, just enough for him to kiss me by my neck so I could gasp for air. I went back to his lips and sat up pulling him even closer. This time, I lay on top of him, his hands on my legs pulling me in, caressing my body. He kissed my chest, and traced up back to my lips, his hands caressed my bust and put on a tight grip on my legs as I felt his finger tips caress my core. With a sudden Ohh, I gasped for air but went back on kissing his soft lips. He bit my lips and without fear I fought back with a tongue. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and the other sculpting my body. With my legs locked on him he carried me and brought me to the bedroom. Not a second our lips parted, I removed his polo, tracing my fingers on his shoulder blades. His lips still busy with mine, with one hand he unbuckled his belt, his other hand on my hips. As soon as he was done, and pulled me up and threw my legs behind him. His hands traced my spine upwards, he slowly unzipped my dress. I removed it and laid on top of him. He tickled my core once again and I felt that I want him even more.

I gave in.