Across the Universe

making love

Jake was my biggest temptation.  Seeing him again was risky, but worth it to me.  We planned to meet on a Friday afternoon after lunch. Wednesday he texted me and asked if we could talk.  I worried that he needed to reschedule.  I wondered if he was having second thoughts about going further.  Reluctantly, I called him.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I am well.  Looking forward to Friday.  How about you?” I said.

He paused, “I cannot wait to see you.  But I need you to do something for me.” His tone was almost playful.

“Sure.  What do you need?” I was expecting him to ask me to dress up in another cosplay ensemble, maybe a naughty nurse?

“I need to get inside your head.  We’ve experimented and explored so many things.  Our passion is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.  But I want to go further.  I want know your deepest, darkest fantasy.  The one you won’t tell anyone about.”

I was speechless.  I didn’t see this conversation coming.  I didn’t know what to say.  Before I could fumble a response he said, “Let me give you something you’ve always desired.  Tell me.  There is no judgment.  There is no shame.  Tell me what you want”

And hearing his voice.  Knowing how I felt for him.  Knowing that we were connected on a metaphysical level neither of us understood.  Knowing how deeply I trusted him, allowed me to finally verbalize my deepest, darkest fantasy.  It’s one I’d attempted to share with others, but never truly felt comfortable revealing with anyone.

“I have a rape fantasy.  Some call it consensual non-consent.  I want you to take me in a manner that almost makes you uncomfortable…fucking me as you please…making me do whatever it is that you want.  Not listening to my pleas…disregarding my protests.  I want to be consumed by you.”

He confessed that he suspected as much.  We had been edging towards intense BDSM play and he could sense that need in me.  “We need a safe word, for both of us.  If we become uneasy at any time, either of us can say it.”

Jake and I always discussed safe words, so this was not new.  But this time, he also gave himself the option of a safe word, in case it was beyond his own boundaries.  That was completely different.  This was not a typical scene.  This was not our lighthearted role play.  This was going to be unlike anything we’d experienced together.

Friday arrived and I was a nervous wreck.  I didn’t know what to expect. He texted me at noon and gave me his room number.  He was working until 1:30, so we made arrangements to meet at 2:00.  I arrived at his hotel right at 2:00.  Just as I pulled in, he texted me, “I am stuck at work, in the middle of a security drill.  Should be there in 20 minutes.  Get a key from the front desk.  I’ve called them and told them you are coming.  So sorry.  I will be there as soon as I can. Remember, red is the safe word”

I felt a sigh of relief.  Even though I’d asked him for this fantasy, I was scared.  Aroused, but frightened.  At least, I would have a chance to mentally prepare for our time together before he got there.  I retrieved the key from the desk and went to room 204.

I opened the door and walked inside.  The curtains were drawn making it dark. The beds were freshly made and I saw his open suitcase on the luggage rack. Even though he had to be at work at 4:30 am, he still took the time to neatly fold his clothes.  He was a meticulous creature of habit.  I put my purse down on the table, kicked off my heels and laid down on the bed, taking a quick respite before his arrival.  The pillow smelled like him.  I pushed my face deeper in the pillow, taking it all in, when I felt a hand on the back of my head holding my face down.

He had been hiding in the room the entire time.  My heart raced and I felt a sense of panic. (And I confess to you..I loved it!)

Holding me face down in the pillow he yanked my pants off, destroying the zipper.  He never said a word.  He reached up and ripped my lacy blue panties off, in one motion.  I felt his bare skin on mine as his hard cock grazed my leg.  He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my face out of the pillow and completely pulling me off the bed.  I lost my balance and scurried to stand.  Still holding onto my hair, he pushed me down to my knees and forced his immensely large cock down my throat.  I wasn’t prepared and it caused me to gag.  He pushed ever deeper.  For a moment, I couldn’t breathe and my eyes watered as he brutally fucked my throat.

When he had his fill, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me down, face first, onto the bed. Quickly spreading my legs with his, he filled my hole with his cock.  He stuffed himself inside as far as he could.  Holding me by my ass, he fingers penetrated my flesh as he rammed my cunt violently.  I was beyond aroused by how forcefully he took me.

“You like this, don’t you slut?  Answer me or I will make it hurt.”  I quickly answered yes and he pulled himself out of me.  He rolled me over to my back and forced my knees up to my shoulders.  He held me wide open as he began fucking me again.  I was slick with desire, loving this torment. His thrusts penetrated every inch of my chamber, hitting the end every time.  Without word or hesitation, Jake pulled his large cock out of my ravaged cunt and forced it into my ass.  He assaulted my tight hole over and over, taking it without permission or remorse.  I gasped in pain, which seemed to fuel his desire.

“Take that cock. Take it all. Take it all, slut.” he growled as he pummeled me.  I could tell he enjoyed seeing his large cock fuck my ass.  I was completely vulnerable as he had his wicked way with me.  He slid three fingers inside my swollen lips, finger fucking me as he took my ass.  I groaned with pleasure and soon he filled me with his load.  He collapsed on top of me and we both lay there, silent.  I didn’t know what to say and it hurt to move.  After a few minutes, he got up, took me by the hand and led me to the shower.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?  Are you okay?” he asked.  His brooding eyes showed deep concern as he softly stroked my face.  I nodded, speechless from what we’d just done.

He stepped into the shower and guided me in.  He lathered and washed every part of my body.  When I attempted to reciprocate, he stopped me, “this is your time” he whispered.  He carefully washed and rinsed my hair.  He then helped me out of the shower and wrapped me up in his robe.

I nuzzled myself into the shape of his form as we took a short nap.  I awoke to him massaging my sweet spot, demanding my orgasm.  We made love for the remainder of our time together, losing ourselves in each movement.  There were few words spoken between us, as they were unnecessary.  Our communication was on a spiritual level.  We bore our souls that day, sharing one of the most acutely intense experiences I’ve ever encountered.

The evening rapidly arrived and it was time for me to leave.  That was the last time I saw Jake.  We spoke a few times after that day.  We even made plans to get together again, but schedules got in the way.  I went with a new phone company that required I change my number.  I toiled with texting him to give him my new number.  In the end, I decided not to, and I didn’t keep his contact information.  And I’ve struggled with that decision.  If the Universe feels we should reconnect, it will find a way to happen.  It always does.

The last text I received from him before I changed my number, was a link to a song with this message “When I miss you, I listen to this.  Do the same for me.”

He was born to love me.  I was raised to be his fool.  

 

18 comments

    1. Marty,

      Losing his number was my feeble attempt at trying to walk the straight and narrow. But that being said…we seem to come together regardless of the time, space or technology that separates us.
      Time will tell, my friendโค๏ธ

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  1. Tessa girl I was getting a little bit scared for you! I was hoping Jake wouldn’t turn out to be an undercover sociopath who got triggered to commit graphic violence.
    WHEW!!!!!
    I love the way this turned out ๐Ÿ™‚
    You have a couple of interesting little irons in the fire don’t you girl?

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    1. Lady G,
      Oh yes..so many irons…
      And the sociopath thought crossed my mind for a second, but then I knew him so well. My Spidey-sense was on high alert and he passed the test.
      And guess what…I just found him…and I am contemplating my next move. What’s a girl to do?
      Who’s a girl to do? LOL

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