1. Sexual escapade with a stranger

WARNING; matured content!

★JENNIE★

When burning desires surpass the moral self-esteem we have clung onto is when we decide to let ourselves go. I didn't know I was capable of following my guts until it was my only choice upon the lost will to hold on to the so-called principles-same principles that have amounted to nothing but heartbreak and mysteries. 

The night was chillingly cold and a shiver surged through my spine as I stood in front of an old factory building with my handbag clutched to my chest. Instantly, the thought of walking back into my car and driving away from this scary place crept to the forefront of my brain but I shoved it back down real quick. 

I could only hear my own breathing pace coupled with the wind wheezing through my ears and the howling of wild dogs through the night. 

Hesitant and frightened about this whole idea of meeting a stranger for sex at an ungodly hour, I contemplated between walking back to my car or going into the old factory building. 

Surprisingly, I walked into the building with my heart in my hands. What if this was the kind of situation where the serial killer would sneak up on me from behind and strangle me to death? Or perhaps, what if he could be a fucking psychopath that could kidnap me and demand my family for ransom? 

I thought this one-night stand would be therapeutic after being jilted by my ex-boyfriend, Marcus. We have been together for five freaking years, only for him to wake up one fateful day and come up with the excuse that my family was messed up. 

He said the relationship couldn't wedge strong since I have a sick father and a baby sister I dedicated my whole life to. In return, I won't be able to pay good attention to him. Alas, the major reason why he came up with this flimsy excuse was that - he had a very rich girl ready to satisfy him financially and sexually. But I had none to offer. 

That arrives at the main reason why I blindly accepted a one-night stand offer from someone I barely knew. A total stranger I met on the hinge dating app. 

Just as I began to contemplate if this was a good idea to meet a stranger, I shook my head because I felt it wasn't worth it. If something bad were to happen to me right now, what would I say was the cause of it? 

Thus, she went for a one-night stand and the person in question killed her? 

Nah, I just don't see myself in that light. 

Briskly, I turned to leave but footsteps reverberated through the whole building as it drew closer. My breath hitched and I thought of everything that could go wrong. 

A figure emerges from the shadow sauntering across the open space with long strides and dominance. I swallowed hard once more and looked around for the fastest route to escape. 

No! Jennie, you cannot die this way. I thought to myself and took a couple of steps backward. 

However, in the blink of an eye, the man was standing in front of me. I cast a quizzical look at his face, wondering why he had a mask on. Now, I do not know a single damn thing about him. Nor his name, his personality, or worst of all, what he looks like. 

Preparing to give him a verbal lashing, I pressed my lips into a grim line and pondered what to say first. But as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, his lips crashed down on mine immediately shutting me up.

It caught me off guard at first and I struggled to regain my stance. Slowly, I began to cave in and kiss him back with everything I had. 

The kiss was sweet, passionate, and very warm. He pulled me tighter to him and hungrily deepened our locked lips. The chemistry between us was undeniable as our lips moved in rhythm against one another. 

Gently, he raised one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist, without breaking the kiss. 

Damn! This felt too good after a very long time. 

At this moment, I had forgotten all my fears and concentrated on this man ravaging my mouth. I moaned, parting my lips slightly while he teased my ajar mouth with his tongue. He tasted like citrus and I couldn't get enough of it. I licked every corner of his mouth whilst his strong hands moved to cup my butt. 

He squeezed my butt cheeks softly then he pulled away from the kiss and trailed his lips down to the fabric covering my breasts. Slowly, I released another moan. 

With a swift maneuver, he flipped me over to the table beside us and settled between my legs. With burning desires, our lips collided again. 

I inhaled deeply when his fingers trailed under my shirt and cupped my full breast in his large hand. He fiddled with my nipple, teasing it with his long fingers and I released another moan. 

Fuck! It felt as though this man had read a whole book on how to satisfy my libido before coming here. Because even my ex-boyfriend hasn't been able to satisfy me by doing just foreplay. But here I am with a very wet cunt waiting for his dick to fill me. 

He yanked off my shirt over my head and tossed it to the ground. Then his mouth replaced his fingers on my nipples as he tasted, suckled, and teased my nipples with his tongue. 

I arched high and shoved my fingers into his smoothened black hair. 

We said nothing but our actions did all the talking between us. 

After he was done with my nipples, his tongue trailed on my skin slowly, leaving wet lines around until it landed on my navel. Whilst, teasing my navel with his tongue. His hands slipped underneath my skirt and pulled down my panties to the floor. 

I parted my thighs and permitted him to do whatever he want with my body. I gasped the moment two of his fingers delved into my wet pussy and released another moan. 

"Fuck!" I moaned out loud.

Then he began thrusting into me with his fingers. It was slow at first, but gradually he picked up his pace and pumped them into me a little bit faster. I arched high, mumbling incoherent words beneath my breath. He felt as though he has taken to me to cloud nine with his fingers and brought me back. Thereafter, I unraveled on his fingers and my vagina walls tightened. 

Surprisingly, he removed his fingers and licked off all my juice on them and that elevated my sexual urge. He tilted my body with his fingers so I obeyed him simply and laid down flat with my back on the table. 

Unbuckling his belt, his pants came down immediately and an inaudible gasp escaped my lips as I watched his erect cock ready to penetrate my already wet pussy. 

Without wasting much time, he plunged deep into me. I heard him release a slow moan before increasing his pace. He started slowly at first, making the sexual tension between us more erotic. 

But soon enough, he increased his pace, pumping into me with every ounce of strength he had left. And I love it! I love every bit of it and I craved more.

"Yes....yes." I moaned not minding the fact that my tiny voice was resonating through the whole building. 

Our sweat-slicked bodies moved in perfect sync against one another and with a shudder, I felt myself cum and I undid myself. 

But this guy wasn't done...

He pulled out of me and flipped me over to my side, then he penetrate me from behind. I could hear his raspy breath as his fingers dug into my butt cheeks before he picked up his pace and pumped into me. 

Fuck! It felt like a haven.

I wanted him to take me and he was doing that just fine. Still pumping into me, his left hand moved to cup my breast and I released another moan. I moaned and moaned until I felt too weak to let out another one. 

However, I heard him mumble incoherent words under his breath and he became very rough and hard, thrusting faster than usual into me. And before I knew it, he released with a shudder before collapsing on my sweat-slicked body, breathing heavily. 

My brain searched for something to say to ward off this awkward silence between us. But before I could make an effort to do so, he pulled himself from the table, slipped into his pants and picked up his shirt from the floor, and walked out of the building, leaving me with my thoughts and with the unsaid words stuck in the depth of my throat. 

I stared after his retreating figure, feeling disappointed, satisfied, and excited at the same time. 

Perhaps, it was for the best that we did not attempt to get to know each other or speak to each other. Moreover, we might never get to see each other again. 

So what else could go wrong?

I rubbed my furrowed brows tiredly and shuffled to my feet in search of my clothes on the floor. But one thought remains vague in my mind;

Damn! What the hell just happened?