Anna (34)
Divorced and no kids.
Works in a little gift shop.
Just moved into her new apartment.
Saturday morning.
I woke up with my head on his chest. At first I thought I was dreaming because I am so not like the woman I behaved as last night. I have always been a boring little mouse, the one who got called party pooper. I never broke any rules and I sure as hell did not meet up with males after ten in my evening. I think I have always been scared what people would think about me, say about me or even gossip about me. I made a choice and got called a grey mouse. So be it, I accepted it with a smile. I was 20 when I met Paul and we have been together for 14 years and before that I had a few flings but Paul was the first I had sex with. Gosh, I have lived like I was the virgin Marry herself.
I woke up feeling his chest move under my face. I could hear his steady heartbeat in my ear and feel his arms wrapped around me. I almost died of ten heart attacks last night after his last text. Sweaty hands, gasping for air but I managed to send him a text back within two minutes. For the first time in my life I listened to the voice of the devil on my left shoulder instead of the angel on my right. And jack kept his word because within a hour he parked his car and rang the bell of my apartment!
In the short hour I had to wait for him I quickly took a shower and made sure I had no unwanted hair. I felt like a teenager getting ready to sneak out on her parents. My heart was racing so hard that I am sure the neighbors could here it. I dried my hair and sprayed some perfume and was just putting some red lipstick on my lips when the bell rang. I almost broke my neck slipping my feet in my high heels but I got to the door in one piece. With red cheeks and my hair still looking a bit wild I opened the door and looked into his eyes.
What happened after he got inside feels like a storm of pure lust. He pressed his warm lips against mine and before I knew it my back ended up against the wall. We did not make it to the bedroom and ended up making love on the floor and couch. He was so tender yet in a very dominant way. While I have never been so nervous before I also felt very safe. He kissed and touched every inch of my body while telling me how beautiful I am. He pleased me before he claimed my body as his. Passion, lust, and desire filled the air this night and we kept going until the Sun replaced the moon. I wonder what will happen when he wakes up. Will he stay for breakfast or will he leave as fast as he can? For now I am just watching him, his perfect naked body on my couch.
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