After Party Addiction

I was barely awake from bed when he grabbed my arm.


"Come with me." Was the voice's command. 


It was forceful, intimidating, provoking.


Meanwhile, I'm still recovering from my drinking spree. Groggy and tipsy plus a  sleep cut short. 


But his voice prevailed.


"Come with me." He repeated with the same tone and manner.


The surprised me did not make any complaints nor budge nor figure a way out of his command.


"Where is he taking me?"


"What will he do with me?"


"Is he serious?"


"How come he chose me?"


 I asked myself while getting up from bed.


Yes, I asked all those questions while he was assisting me to get up from bed.


We quickly crept inside a comfort room located a few steps away from the bed where I previously lay.


We quickly crept inside unnoticed among all guests whom most were also asleep either on the bed or the couches.


We quickly crept inside even though I was still struggling to pull myself together and balance my walk.


The two of us locked ourselves up.


He started kissing me passionately, one that I would remember for the rest of this year. His eyes, intense and fiery. His lips are the best, warm, moist, supple. Delicious.


I am not the type of person who lets a person win without a good fight. I fought with him: our tongues jousting each other, inserting every part of our mouths, battling it out for the trophy.


For who am I to resist such sweet temptation? Who am I to reject a pang I have hungered for since I broke up? Who am I to even turn down such an offer?


Partying is the game but playing dirty is my name. That was what I did, that was what was done.


We played with our lips a little longer, longing for each others' breaths and saliva. 


'Twas heavenly.


The two of us can't help each other. The heat was rising, our body heat was rising and we're in a locked up place.


What else to do but to do something dirtier. ;)


He pushed me down, at first I begged off but I was weak that time because of my alcohol-induced state. His force was stronger, his might was stronger, I had to succumb...


He was already moaning from delight from the way I touch his crotch with my hands.


"S*** me." He muttered.


"What?" I asked him just to make sure.


"S*** me." With a motion of his lips, the way it pleased my libido and my groin.


Perhaps this is a test of my years in the industry, a testament that I still have it. 


I knelt slowly focusing only on one subject and that is his crotch area. I breathed in long, long enough to taste what I can call heaven on earth, temporarily.


His moans kept getting louder, my mouth was working harder.


Salivating, I didn't mind. I was in a state of complete pleasure; away from any types of stress. This is an escape from temporary sanity.


He thrust it deeper, with more power, with more vigor. I was catching my breath but the fun just seems to increase at an alarming level.


Taking my mouth away to breathe he started pulling me up and whispered something in my ear:


"Can I F*** you?"


I was flabbergasted!


"Come again?" I asked again just to make sure.


"Can I F*** you?" He repeated.


It took me some time and a lot of courage to provide him with an ample answer but first:


"Do you have lube?" I interrogated.


"None." He bluntly replied.


"What about condoms?" I quickly asked another.


"None." He told me.


"Sorry but you can't." Was all that I could muster.


"It will be quick."


"No, dude."


"Please."


"Dude, you don't have any lube nor condom with you, what do you think we'll use, the soap?" Pointing to the complimentary toiletries inside the comfort room.


"Come on." He insisted.


"Not gonna happen." I raised my voice a bit.


"Alright, that's fine." He smiled and pushed me down to where happiness took me earlier.


And I, of all people in the party, gladly obliged.






Part 1