Diary of Eros

She's Breaking an Engagement III - The second encounter

Breaking an Engagement

by: Fhrell Cee

DISCLAIMER! I personally rate this as an R-18 work. This work EXPLICITLY depicts SEXUAL ACTIVITY between MALE AND FEMALE which includes force seduction, violence and vulgar words.The characters and events depicted in this work are fictitious or were used fictitiously so any similarity to actual person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Part III – The second encounter

I woke up with the warm and moist breath of the guy I slept with last night, brushing the back of my neck, his arms around my body, hugging me tight from behind. I could feel his chest expanding as he continues to breathe fast asleep.

It was such a night I had. Could I call it wonderful? I wonder. But I had to face reality now. I was still to get married to some stranger guy. But I feel sad for him when the time comes that he realized I’m no longer a virgin. I bet he’d divorce me immediately. It would be a very short wedding, like Britney’s so I decided not to think further about it.

I was still naked, covered only by the comforter then I felt something… and I realized I wasn’t the only one naked. After all, both of us just felt like sleeping after we did reach the climax of our union, so to say. And maybe what I was feeling now was what they call the morning E- that guys always experience. It was touching me hard on the back, and the guy was actually slightly rubbing it unconsciously perhaps.

I slowly removed his hands on me which took some time since he wouldn’t let go. He even instead pulled me closer which was troublesome since his hard-on kept on poking someplace else. Then he snuggled his head on my shoulder. He was treating me like a pillow. Was I really that soft and comfortable?

It took some time but I was able to escape his grasp. But I remained seated on the bed for a while gathering myself. I was really naked, but that just make sense since we almost ripped all and every clothing covering us last night. I never knew it would feel that good or maybe it was the alcohol that took over me.

I turned toward the guy who was left lying on the bed. He was facing the ceiling and looking gorgeous at that with his bed hair. Yes, he was very hot. I never really had a good look at him last night but now, damn, he just looked so sexy. He had this toned chest that’s pure muscles. And the bed hair that looked gorgeous on his handsome face, contoured with such strong bones and a nicely shaped nose.

“Did I just hook up with some European model?” I smiled and then my eyes trailed to the part which got covered by the comforter.

I wondered what it really looked like, the thing that kept poking me earlier, the thing that got me moaning so loud that it embarrasses me to even remember.

Then slowly I went back to bed. He wouldn’t mind me glancing, since he already did those kinds of thing to me, right? So I did slowly bring the comforter down, biting my lips as the pecks of muscles got revealed. I’ve only seen those kinds of abs on those hot male models on the magazines. I thought those were just Photoshop, I never thought that they could be achieved for real, but I was seeing the real thing. Then there was that thin hair.