" she rambled at him as spread her legs wide. Eddie lined his cock up with her entrance and slid it in slowly and steady. She was tight and hot, and w...t enough that the only resistance he felt was from the tightness. She came loudly twice before he finally hit bottom, and when he did hit bottom there was still at least another 1 more inch still to go. She reached her hands around and grabbed his ass. "I want it all, Eddie." she said, and pulled him even deeper. He felt the head of his cock hit. I dropped his stuff off at the front door the next day and blocked his number. That was the end of that relationship.While it was my last, this wasn’t the first boyfriend I had that I could have gone to school with. There was one before him and he was a serious asshole. Let’s pretend his name is “Vince”. Ya’ know. In case he finds this and reads it. I don’t want angry texts at 2 in the morning. Hi “Vince”! Oh sure, he was sweet at first. And I’m sure he thought “sweet” was the way to go. But I. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GIRL." The capital letters conveyed his anger"I'm changing my shoes Sir." I nervously stated the obvious, peeping atthe screen."Did I TELL you to change your shoes?"I looked at his text, a nervous tick developing in my brain. "N, n, noSir." You will wear your sandals, or do I tell you to put on your schoolshoes?"I looked down at my feet, my painted toes peeping obviously from mysandals. I couldn't go shopping like that, god what do I look like, whatwill people say."Please.". Every nerve ending feels it. It grows quickly, and spreads over me, like a wildfire taking on a life all of its own. It is desire, it is need. It is every part of me that craves, that is hungry, that is starved for sexual pleasure. I feel this sensation growing and it radiates throughout my body. Making it so difficult to concentrate on anything else. Things I enjoy, music, background noise, all just become an annoying, invasive, noise. All this intense sensation heats and my mind is no longer.