50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 22

"Mmm fuck me. fuck me," I screamed, clutching on to the neck of the dark-haired beast mercilessly pounding into me. I was just about to come when I jolted awake, a hot and sweaty mess.

Wet dream. Again.

I looked over at my alarm clock. 5:57 AM. I had 20 minutes until I had to get up to get ready for work but no way would I be able to fall asleep, especially after that wild dream. Lately, I've been having the same kind of dream. Me having ridiculously amazing sex with a faceless, dark-haired stranger. God knows it's not one of those lame assholes I've fucked lately.

I tiptoed past my roommate Amanda's closed-door into the bathroom where I splashed some cold water on my face to cool myself down. I leaned on the vanity and took a good look in the mirror. I saw a pretty, raven-haired, 22-year-old staring back at me with frustration in her mahogany brown eyes, and a frown on her lips.

I've been craving good sex for months. It's become an absolute addiction to the point where I constantly fantisize and dream about it. The last four guys I've fucked have all been complete shit, and I'm really starting to doubt men's acclaimed "abilities"

For example...

Guy #1 - Joe

Joe is this guy I met on vacation two months ago. I and Amanda had spent a week in Northern California at her parent's vacation home in a beautiful vineyard. I met Joe during a night out in town. He bought me a drink, we flirted a bit, walked around town, and...well one thing led to another. We ended up at his place in bed. I was sure I had scored a winner, I mean he was tall, hot, tan, and dirty blond, etc. but boy was I wrong. First off, the jerk demanded that I fuck myself. He opened this drawer full of dildos (don't ask) and handed one to me then just laid back and put his hands behind his head like a cocky bastard.

"I'm waiting," Joe said, nodding to the 12-inch dildo in my hand. Disgusted, but too horny to care I proceeded to insert the thing into me when he abruptly stopped me.

"Uh uh uh, you have to suck on it first. Duh.."

I gave him a hard look like are you serious? and saw that he was more than serious. "Wouldn't you rather me suck you off instead of this stupid thing?" I asked, getting pissed.

"Well, I have to make sure my women can handle the dildo before I take over." He said. Meanwhile, it was clear through the outline of his boxers that his erection was no more than 6 or 7 inches.

I was about to put the dildo to my mouth when I realized it was still wet with whoever used it before me and smelled bad. You've got to be fucking kidding me. I threw it at him and got dressed, walking out without looking back. He actually had the nerve to shout "What's wrong?"

I still shudder thinking of that encounter. Still don't understand my struggle. Take a look at the next guy

Guy # 2- Owen

Owen and I met at some party Amanda dragged me to. He was handsome but kind of needy, and tagged along with me throughout the entire party. He was also overly polite, which just annoys me. It was actually me suggested we go back to his place. He agreed with the idea adding, "yea, we can watch a movie and bake cookies, or whatever"

I should have known to run the minute he said that but he was good looking and I was horny (per usual). I was just praying it would get through his thick skull that I just wanted to fuck him...no strings attached.

We got to his apartment, which was nice and clean and roomy. He immediately started suggesting things we could watch on t.v. and if I was allergic to dairy. I threw my bag down and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss which he didn't refuse. I seductively took his hand and led him to what I assumed was his bedroom and sat down on the bed. He looked really nervous and hesitant, so I slowly started undressing, asking if he would help me. His hands slightly shook as he took off the rest of my clothes and I made him take his off too. I had no idea why the hell someone as good-looking as Owen was so damn shy but I chose to ignore it and continue with my conquest. He clumsily slid a condom on and got on top of me.

I closed my eyes and rolled my head back on the pillow waiting to be filled and used. After a couple of seconds of nothing, he moved his cock into me halfway and quickly pulled out. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No, keep going babe," I whispered, touching my breasts. I felt the tip of his cock in me when he pulled out again saying, "If you feel any kind of pain, let me know because the last thing I would ever do is hurt a lady, so don't be afraid to tell me." My eyes flew open in annoyance. "Just hurry up and fuck me already," I said impatiently

He awkwardly moved inside of me after a couple more seconds, never going all the way in, but only halfway. You would've thought the guy was trying to screw a porcelain doll. It hadn't even begun to feel good when he pulled out and came in one small spurt. He flopped on his back as if we had been at it for hours instead of 7 seconds and breathed heavily. "How about that movie now?" he said, as I laid there fuming.

Do you get the picture? I don't think I even need to go into detail about the other two guys. Let's just say my last two encounters involved a toenail fetish creep...

I was walking back to my room to get dressed when I stopped to listen to Amanda's escort last night's screw out the door. Thankfully I had fallen asleep last night before I could hear any awful sex noise, but the small bits I did hear definitely sounded like she was having a good time.

She came sauntering into my room with a smile on her face. "Teach me your ways Mandy," I said grinning at her knowingly. She blushed and flopped onto my bed. "Oh come on Sairynn, you get guys," she said. "Yea but they all stink," I said back, holding a pale blue top to my chest in front of the mirror.

"You're just not looking in the right places. I'm sure you'd be landing studs if you went out with me more often," she argued. "Mandy, you know I'm always busy." "That's the thing Sair, you're always busy. Girlfriend, you are only 22. You should be having more fun and working less. Come out with me tonight. This really rich English guy named Damien Ashworth is launching the opening of his new club 'Ash' tonight near Midtown and it's literally impossible to get into but you know I always got the goods," Amanda said waving two VIP passes in my face.

"What's the catch?" I asked, eyeing the passes.

"No catch. Meet me back here around 9 so we can get ready together. It's almost guaranteed you'll find a hot guy at Ash."

I was genuinely excited for the entire day at work. I did my duties methodically just to make the time go faster. I fantasized about the kind of guys I'd meet, grind against, flirt with, share a drink with, and most importantly sleep with at the end of the night.

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"Mandy I'm back," I shouted, walking in around 7:30. "Finally, now give me hand with these curlers bitch!" I helped her take out the curlers from her bleach blonde hair and went to get something to munch on from the kitchen cabinets.

"Don't eat anything heavy because you have to wear this dress," Amanda said, holding up a skimpy red dress. "Are you sure that wasn't made for puppies instead of humans?" I joked, turning the dress over. It was ridiculously small. Mandy rolled her eyes and laughed. "Just try it on please!"

I somehow managed to actually get the dress past my head and slid it down my hourglass-shaped body. It was tight, really short, and backless. I slipped on a pair of Mandy's Louboutins that bumped my height up to 5'6 and brushed out my straight, long chocolate hair until it was nice and smooth.

"I'd bang you," Mandy joked. She looked equally gorgeous in a small black mini that complimented her figure perfectly.

We touched up our makeup and headed out. I was excited and ready to dive into the night. The streets of Manhattan were always busy and bustling at night, but for some reason, the atmosphere seemed much more hip and young than usual. And there were more people around than I normally see. We easily hailed a taxi and jumped in. The driver gave us a creepy look over and asked where we were headed.

"42nd Avenue," Amanda said, and the car lurched into action. "Sairynn you honestly have no idea how much fun we're going to have. This club is literally the hottest place in New York right now, and only the richest and beautiful are going to be there tonight. Just be thankful my boss Randy has a perverted crush on me and offered me two VIP passes. That means unlimited drinks and a reserved lounge area!"

"Cheers to the freaking weekend biatch," I said, and we clinked invisible glasses.