This was Thursday, so I'd be seeing him on Friday. I started listening to the CD, and the songs were a lot about being a tough guy on the streets. The... there was one that was all about sex. He was supposedly fucking this chick, and used all kinds of cliches and euphemisms and it was hilarious. For a minute, I worried if I was misreading his advances, but he did call me sexy. Or, maybe he's bi, like I am.Friday night finally came and I went to the door of his apartment building (it was a pretty. He was wearing a tee shirt and cut off jean shorts. I was to leave and go shopping or driving or something but I for some reason couldnt leave the hotel! I just want to see watch or to hear something anything I was soo horny!! I was so nervous and horny at the same time ! I went back in and when I got up to our floor I heard a door shut it had to be ours. Man my heart was racing 2000 mph now ! I went down to our door and tried to listen I could here them talking. I could only make out just a. Oh sure, giving up the sex like that was a struggle. (I'm only human, ) but I knew I had to get my life straight; I could not go through life having sex all day and night, getting drunk and being a skank. I have no idea how I managed to not get pregnant. I was on the pill but you and I know both that it is not 100% foolproof; then add the fact of screwing all the men. I mean every one of them did not use any condoms, because I hated them. I always love the feeling of being full and wet inside. He finished removing my shorts and I laid there looking up at him. My bruised swollen areolas, my chest heaving from the adrenaline rush from the brutal spanking, searching inside myself for some semblance of composure.My body was betraying me.My areolas were swollen with desire, my cock drooling out a steady stream of sticky precum, both announcing to this man their approval of what he’d just done to me.He started climbing onto the bed, pushing my legs apart and laying between them. He wasn’t.