As the second man pressed against me, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, I let out a low moan, my body arching into his touch.
My breath hitched as the pleasure went through my veins, both of their hands on my body, igniting sensations I hadn’t felt in years—or maybe ever. I was no longer thinking, just feeling. The heat between us swelled, growing more urgent with every touch, every kiss.
The second man’s fingers traced along the curve of my back while the first one pulled me tighter against him, his movements hard and insistent.
I felt lips on my hardened nipples, I almost screamed from the pleasure.
My heart pounded in my chest, my mind slipping further away from reality, giving in completely. They kissed me everywhere—lips, neck, chest.
There was nothing but them, nothing but the feeling of their hands, his hands on my clit, their lips, the heat of their bodies pressing into mine.
My mind was spinning, the alcohol still swirling in my veins, making everything feel surreal, like I was floating in a haze of pleasure.
I felt the second man move behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his hands slid down my sides, caressing my hips. The first man groaned softly against my lips, his fingers threading through my hair as he kissed me deeply. The two of them worked in unison, every movement pushing me closer to the edge.
“More,” I breathed, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat. I didn’t care anymore. I just needed this. I needed them.
Their touch grew more intense, more demanding, the heat between us spiraling out of control. The first man’s hands tightened on my waist, pulling me into him as he moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me. The second man’s fingers traced along my spine, his lips brushing my neck as he whispered something I couldn’t quite understand.
“Ahhh!!” I screamed as I felt the second man entered into me from behind.
I moaned, my body responding to them in ways I couldn’t control, couldn’t comprehend. My senses were overwhelmed, the pleasure too much, too consuming. I could barely think, barely breathe. Everything was a blur of heat and need, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Faster…oh faster!!”
I was lost in them—lost in the way they made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered. My body trembled, the pleasure building to a breaking point, my mind spinning further and further away from reality.
And then it happened. I shattered, my body convulsing as the pleasure ripped through me, leaving me gasping for air, clinging to them for support. They didn’t stop, their movements relentless as they chased their own release, their bodies hot and insistent against mine.
I felt them both tense, their grip on me tightening as they reached their peak, and for a moment, everything was perfect. The world around us faded, and there was nothing but the heat, the pleasure, the feeling of being utterly consumed by them.
But then, as quickly as it had started, it was over.
Or so I thought.
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I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, loud and fast, the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
I felt cold now, the warmth of their bodies gone, replaced by the chill of the early morning air seeping through the open window. I blinked again, trying to clear the fog from my mind as I looked around the room.
It was empty.
I frowned, confusion settling in as I sat up, pulling the sheets around me. My heart raced as I scanned the room, my eyes searching for any sign of them. But there was nothing. No clothes, no shoes, no trace of anyone ever being here but me.
For a moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream. The alcohol had made everything so blurry, so confusing. I could barely remember how I’d gotten here in the first place. Had it all been in my head?
Did I really have sex in public with two men?
I pressed a hand to my forehead, my thoughts spinning, disjointed. I sat there, wrapped in the sheets, trying to piece together what had happened.
The night had felt surreal
I could remember the bar, the drinks, the man with the dark eyes who’d pulled me in so easily. But after that? Everything was foggy, like a dream I was already forgetting.
I looked down at myself, naked. Clothes folded on the bedside table. Breakfast also set.
So it wasn't a dream then.
Yet, there was no sign of anyone else. No sign of the men who had been with me, their bodies pressed against mine only moments ago.
I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion, but it only made the room spin. I felt dizzy, disoriented, as if I was still caught in the tail end of a dream. My throat was dry, my head pounding, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Had I imagined it? The way their hands had touched me, the way they’d kissed me? It had all felt so real, so vivid, but now… now it felt distant, like a memory slipping through my fingers.
I pushed myself up from the bed, my legs unsteady as I stumbled toward the bathroom. The harsh light of the vanity mirror made me wince, but I forced myself to look. My reflection stared back at me, my hair a tangled mess, my skin flushed. I could see the faint marks on my neck, hickeys all over my body, but it did little to reassure me.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing as I leaned against the sink. I felt sick.
I closed my eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of the night, but it was like trying to hold onto water. The more I tried to remember, the more it slipped away.
I turned the faucet on, splashing cold water on my face, hoping it would help clear my mind. But when I opened my eyes again, I still felt the same—empty, confused, and more alone than ever.
The hotel room was silent, the bed behind me untouched except for where I’d lain.
I glanced around the room one last time, my heart heavy as I tried to shake t
he feeling that something was missing. But there was no one there.
Just me.
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