Not Fair

“I can’t tonight, baby.  I just need to crash.  And I won’t if you stay,” he said.

A knife in my stomach couldn’t have hurt worse.

“Not used to having another body in the bed with you or am I just that irresistible?” I joked.


He’s nothing if not honest.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I held on for dear life.  I didn’t want to ruin the first truly lovely night I’d had in a long time with my own emotions.  But the emotions were stronger. I felt the tears welling up.  This was my last night in town and I’d only had six hours with him.  It wasn’t enough.  It’s never enough.

“Why the tears, Sweets?”

“Because I feel pathetic knowing I care more than you do.  I love you more than you love me – we already know this.  I hate how I react,” I sniffled, looking away.  Wanting to hide, but terrified to leave, I stood in his driveway by my car, pouting.

“Then why don’t you end this?  You shouldn’t have to hurt,” he sighed.

“Don’t be stupid! Life won’t always be life this, and I will take what I can get when I can get it.  But that doesn’t mean I won’t be disappointed when I don’t get what I want,” I practically yelled.

He turned to walk away, leaving me there with my hurt feelings and heartache.

“Wait a moment – you promised me something, and I mean to have it,” I said.

“I figured you weren’t in the mood now that you were upset.”

Don’t be an idiot, I thought.  You could make me stand in the rain and wait hours for you, and I’d still want this.  Damn, I’ve got it bad.

“You aren’t getting off that easily,” I smirked.

He walked back over to his car and stood in front of me, looking at me intently.  His hands reached for my face and he pulled me to him.  Our tongues met, swirling, vying for dominance.  His arms wrapped around my waist.  I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.  I whimpered and moaned as he bit my lip.  Our breath mingled; our tongues dueled.  If I could have crawled inside of him, I would.

We broke apart, breathing hard.  We smiled at each other, knowingly.  He groaned a little – maybe I’d had an affect on him.  We leaned in again.  My hand moved across his chest, down his torso, and found his cock.  I rubbed it through his shorts and felt his response.  His hands grabbed my ass, rubbing and kneading.  I pressed my pelvis into him.  I bit his lip, he drove his tongue deeper into my mouth.  I held onto him like a drowning woman.

We backed away from one another and stared at each other for a long moment.

“Good night, Sweets,” he said, walking away. “Damn, now I’m frustrated as hell.”

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to play fair,” I teased.  “Good night, baby.”

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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