Cinderella: The One I Really Wanted Pt. 2
I didn’t do anything this weekend, other than work on a few projects and tried my hardest to get this website up that I’ve been working on for months. Even though it was 80 degrees and nice for the first time this year in NYC I stayed inside. Then it happened, she called me.
The girl from my last Cinderella story which was to be continued, the one I couldn’t complete because the memories of pleasure that were just too much to bare. This woman in her 30’s who I had to put it on, and despite her running from the ManXilla I wanted her bad as f*ck. We recently tried to hook up and some how the reason for us hooking up got confused along the way. I thought we were getting a room and having another round she thought we were catching a movie. We ended parting ways in the middle of the street on the block we once got busy in the dead of winter.
As she talked to me, I couldn’t help but relive that moment in the hotel room. I thought about how I drove myself deep inside of her one of her legs on my shoulder, my hand on her throat, my mouth on her mouth as I moved in and out of her pussy. I thought of my mouth on her breasts, and how I licked her nipples. I sucked each one both hard in my mouth. I moved inside of her, my hips putting it work, arching my back and trying to keep up with her continuous inching backwards. Every statement she made to me over the phone sounded like her moans and her cries to God to me.
It was my time to speak, and I’m not sure if I said this out loud or not, but my mind said I want to f*ck the sh*t out of you. That is what I would have rather been doing this weekend. I think she mentioned the movies, and I thought how she rode me in the movie theater for everyone to see. She was such a freak and she should be mines. That is still in my mind to this day. She came on the manxilla, so hard I felt her cum. She was trying to grab my locks which were tied up into a ponytail. I ripped her hand off and unleashed my locked and let them fall all over her face. She quickly took a handful of my hair and begged for me to f*ck her. Best believe I f*cked her like I hated her, since I knew she wasn’t mine. I was reaching that point and I pulled out ripped off the condom and bust all over her stomach.
This conversation brought back memories of how she didn’t run and clean off my liquid babies, she just laid there as we caught our breathe. It was my time to talk again, and I couldn’t help but think about how we started round two with a kiss, I wanted it again I was rock hard, I rolled on the magnum and slide inside of her. I went to put her legs back on my shoulders and she fought me, she folder her legs indian style, her feet on my chest. She knows I have a thing for feet. I loved holding them in my hands as I slide in and out of her. I shook my hair out of my face and went to work. I entered forcefully, banging her ladies hole. I slide out easy gave her a few shallow strokes, her insides felt so good on the manxilla. I dug in deep, heard her moan, I put my finger in her mouth and felt her soft lips, her warm mouth… Then I grabbed her jaw and went in hard and fast.
We switched positions again, this time doggy, and it was in this position that all these feelings I have for this girl happened. She screamed out my full name, and she told me she loved me. I knew it was bullshit, but just hearing it said and did sometime to me. She continued to call my full government name, told me she wanted me to write about her and told me she loved me. She must have said these things 100 times if she said them once. She said it as she rode me, she said it was she placed her hand on my neck, she said it as I reached back up and grabbed her neck and squeezed hard. She told me she loved me as she reached her hand onto the back of my head and grabbed my locks. She called out my full name as she fell on top of my while riding me and licked and kissed on my neck. She certainly know how to ride dick, but I figured she would.
I pushed her over, got on top and went in again, it gets kind of fuzzy because we did it all night long and before I knew it, it was damn near morning and all of these condoms were either on the floor or in the trash and even some on the bed with us. I was exhausted and hungry. She wanted to leave, and thats when reality hit… this woman who called my full government name during sex, and told me she loved me… belonged to someone else. I asked her to give me this night, and she did. First thing in the morning we went our separate ways and it seems like this was the end of our sexual relationship. That’s why it took me so long to write part two, but now that it’s out the way… Maybe more cinderella stories will come. At least until I find my Cinderella.
