Unfaithful Exodus-Part 1

THE FOLLOWING IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

-ALLEGEDLY SOMEWHERE IN NEW ORLEANS

“So are we gonna fuck now?”

The question caught him completely off guard.

Allegedly…

No shame in her whatsoever, this ‘angel’ definitely had a wild streak a mile long…and she had no idea the fire she’d just started. Bryan could no longer hold back. He moved in closer…and closer.

Close enough to feel her body temperature.

Close enough to feel her heartbeat.

Close enough to feel her breath on his skin.

In an instant, he devoured that inviting pair of the most perfect and divine lips that haunted his dreams. Soft, supple and exquisite, the taste was delicious sin. Time stood still as he reached for the back of her head, pulling her deeper into him. The taste of her consumed him, as their tongues danced in graceful longing. Neither could stop. Drowning deeper and deeper within, they ferociously ripped off each other’s clothes until there was nothing left.

Miranda forced Bryan back, climbing on top of him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Hers was the most perfect body, the reason great artists were granted divine inspiration to create beautiful sculptures. She was every bit the embodiment of all the models he’d seen in the magazines of his youth. She placed her fingers on his lips, caressing the surface of them, slowly making her way down with intense kisses all over his flesh until she found what she really wanted…

***

CHIANG MAI, THAILAND-SIX WEEKS PRIOR

“So when are we gonna fuck?”

It’s possible he already knew what the text said; that familiar buzzing vibrating through the surface of the phone as it rested on the bar. Cozied up next to a slick and icy cold glass of Chang, one of the local beers of Thailand, he knew only one person would text him at this time. It was 7:20 PM Chiang Mai time, which meant it was 6:20 AM back in Washington, D.C. It must have been yet another sexless night of the husband coming home late from work, too tired to fuck. This of course would precede the next morning when said husband was also too lazy and uninspired to go down on his wife first thing.

That was something that perplexed Bryan. They always said that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Yet somehow hundreds of thousands of men woke up everyday lacking the innate desire to start their morning off the right way…

By having their beards blessed in a baptismal of their wife’s pussy juice…

Now in Bryan’s mind, if he ever decided to travel down the seemingly endless road of monogamy that marriage required-

“Sawatdee kha!”

The upbeat, almost lyrical Thai greeting awakened him from his brief but nonetheless stimulating musings. The hostess, a gorgeous brunette he’d met and had small talk with a week ago hurried over to greet him with a hug, possibly along with more small talk. The Jazz Cafe in Chiang Mai had become one of his favorite spots whenever he visited the Land of Smiles. In a section of town on Changklan Rd popular with backpackers, he enjoyed the live music every night, great vibes…and of course lovely young women like the one he’d hatefucked six ways from Sunday just a few days ago. As for the hostess grinning from ear to ear and hanging onto his every word while replenishing his beer glass with ice…

Well her back may still be sore but at least she regained her ability to walk after being tied down and hatefucked six ways from Sunday…

“Sawatdee kha!” He replied, relishing the memory.

Finally acknowledging his phone, he retrieved the text.

“So when are we gonna fuck?”

It was a question he’d heard repeatedly in his mind. Consumed with lust-that deep bleeding within that scorched his cipher and inflamed his loins left him feeling both ‘heavy’ and ‘long’ nearly everyday. The female colleagues back at work often took blissful notice of his throbbing, beast-like manhood announcing its presence to the world through tailored grey slacks. This fact was not lost on Bryan, as he took a slick sense of pride at the thought of any one of them getting an opportunity to sample his engorged dick veins up close.

The vision of his girth pushing in and out of the welcoming and very eager throat of Sydney from Human Resources caused a stir in his imagination. Late night sessions of bending over Jessica from advertising and reaching depths of her that her overworked husband never could intrigued him further. As delicious as those thoughts were, there was something else stirring deep with him. Something darker…more primal.

Someone else…

The sight of full, virile dick veins encased within the chamber of a loaded weapon of dark desire is a wonderful thing. It wasn’t just women who enjoyed the sight. For men, health was wealth in more ways than one. As a man, the sight of impressive length and generous girth infused with the exuberance of throbbing veins served as dessert for the ego. The look, feel and weight of it; the feel of an early morning dick migraine from the rush of blood was beautiful pain. The slick precipitation of sweet and salty precum all too eager to fill the lovely pussy of a wanting woman only added to the desire. The visual of strong hands gripping the sides of said woman, pulling her back and forth, pushing that dick deeper…long and stronger with each thrust.

Pushing generous dick through so deep she feels it in her stomach…

Miranda however, was another story altogether. She was the stuff dreams or blissful nightmares were made of…

***

“Damn,” she groaned as the weight of it swelled and throbbed in her hands.

Bryan had heard countless embarrassing stories about Miranda’s sex life with her husband Stewart, so this was quite the change of pace for her. Apparently, ‘little Napoleon’, her pet nickname for it was exactly that…little. They never made it past the futon, which quickly pulled out into a makeshift bed.

As Bryan took the necessary precautions of protecting himself, Miranda immediately grabbed him, placing him deep inside in a way that she’d never been filled before. The rush was exquisite, her moans intensifying his ever-growing fury. Their skin becoming the perfect mesh of chocolate and ivory in unison, there was no such thing as time or space. The world beyond theirs soon faded away until there was only the present moment. With every thrust, Bryan reached deeper and deeper inside her, savoring not only her body but also her soul.

Possessed with a provocative rage deep from within, he could taste her breath as he climbed on top of her, forcing his way even deeper within. The screams and rhythmic shaking deep within Miranda were the absolute greatest music to his soul. There was no place she could run. There was no place for her to hide. This would not end quickly. With every profound inch, he invaded every fiber of her, to which she replied by pulling him even deeper inside. Their bodies vibrated together for hours, synching and exploring each other in ways that far transcended anything physical. She needed to be fucked savagely, and he was more than happy to oblige. They ravaged each other madly for hours.

Flesh ripping into flesh, passions intensifying with each and every stroke, Bryan enjoyed venturing through the far reaches of Miranda’s heart and soul as he kissed every inch of her. Too much pent up aggression. Too much repressed, veiny anguish was now being unleashed on a marvel of woman who was all too eager and willing to take every bit of it. As she held him close with her nails digging deep into his spine, she whispered something in his ear that provoked the raging ram even further.

“Get behind me.”

There’s a reason why the old adage ‘Be careful what you wish for’ exists. Bryan was all to happy to oblige as he flipped her around, grabbing a handful of blonde hair and forcefully penetrating her over and over again.

“That’s it, pound me!” she screamed.

Damn…this girl could really take it.

As you wish baby… There was no forethought or hesitation as Bryan clenched his fingers deep within her hips, pulling her deeper and deeper onto him. There was no emptiness of thought or reason. There was only focus and extreme intensity. As a child, he was always taught that when a woman asks for something, you give it to her. Now that lesson may not have been in this particular context…but the lesson was definitely adhered to.

You asked for it, now take it…

Beads of sweat dripped from the surface of his skin down on to her back as he drilled her over and over again into near sublime submission. He could feel the futon rocking back and forth with their rhythm as he grew more and more excited over the sight of his rage moving in and out of her body. Every whimper, every moan and every scream of hers enraged him further as he devoured her in the beautiful fire they’d created.

Every now and then he’d stop in between strokes, lightly tracing his fingertips from the base of her spine slowly up to the base of her neck, followed by subtle kisses until every inch of him was once again deep inside her. Getting as close as possible, he grabbed her by her throat, giving her the most beautiful kiss before whispering in her ear…

“It’s not over.”

Just when Miranda thought she would get a moment to breathe, Bryan would grab her by the hips, drilling her harder than ever. She would definitely remember this day. You asked for it…now take it… Over and over again, he would dine on her spirit until she could no longer take it, releasing a scream that was certain to disturb the neighbors. Making his way down her beautiful body, he savored the rush of her heavy breathing and quivering as he eagerly baptized himself in the tears below her waistline. The taste of her amazing love was without question the sweetest he’d ever enjoyed.

Fuck Stewart…

Lady Godiva and everything about her is now mine…

***

CHIANG MAI, THAILAND-STILL SIX WEEKS PRIOR…

“Is everything okay “

The question from the hostess snapped him out of his trance. Bryan looked around him. Most everyone in the bar was on the floor dancing along to the music. It’s possible no one ever noticed the massive heft secured beneath the surface of his grey tailored slacks.

That is of course, everyone except the hostess. She smiled at him as she got closer, brushing her hand against it and giving him a playful kiss on the cheek.

Her back wasn’t that sore. Round 2 indeed…

Managing a faint smile in return, Bryan no doubt felt a little dizzy and disoriented from the blood storming from his brain all the way down to generous inches of wanton lust. Cradling a piece of sashimi in his mouth, courtesy of the hostess who was now firmly holding onto his expat generosity, Bryan couldn’t help but replay the text in his mind that provoked such delicious daydreaming.

“So when are we gonna fuck?”

Bryan stared deeply into the eyes of the hostess who didn’t hesitate to kiss him while grabbing a handful.

FUCK…

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2…

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