London, England: December 31, 2011 AD, 2:00AM
She viciously rode my pulsing member as she arched her back in wild abandon. There was no mistaking the scent of her obvious arousal which slid down my hardened length. Slick and pungent as morning dew, her sweet core called to me—drew me in, suckled me as I thrust deeply. She squealed as I felt her cervix lick the tip of me, causing me to reflexively pull back in an effort to give her some relief, but she defiantly widens her legs and sinks back into her former position.
The center of her love had somehow adjusted for me—made itself an abyss in order to swallow me whole. The tip of me could feel tension as muscle gave way, but her sheath continued to form a seal around me, tighter if that was even possible. Moist heat gyrated around me, seeking my life, my seed. I couldn't give way yet, as I wanted to savor the moment.
Her opening to me. The sweet surrender within her caress.
What was once inaccessible to me then was nowa thing of the past-- she no longer denied me.
It was with these thoughts that I spilled within her, flooded her with my seed. Triumph spread from the root where my balls lay to the smirk on my face as she herself orgasmed with the same force as I.
So as we came down from a shared euphoric moment, she gave me a brief kiss before dismounting me. It was my cue, my knee jerk reaction.
To leave.
I begin to gather various articles of clothing off of the bedroom floor to begin dressing. I had catapulted us into the aftermath.
Who am I kidding? There was no aftermath…not for me.
The woman began to frown in confusion. "Where are you going?"
"Home." I answered as I pulled my boxers and pants on followed by my shirt. I went into the mirror to check my hair.
Not a platinum strand out of place.
Although the conquest was initially difficult, I realized in hindsight that it was actually easy…
I didn't even break a sweat.
"It was fun." I say as I walk towards the bedroom door. "See you soon."
She wordlessly nodded, as she knew as well as I that soon would never come. Hurt and resentment flashed in her eyes as I left, but who has a right to feel that way?
When full disclosure is involved.
Well, indirectly, as I never said anything, but deep down she suspected—she knew. So I leave with conscience clear, and dick well sated.
The brisk chill caresses my cheek as I seek refuge in the darkness of the night. A subtle pop signals yet another bittersweet end to one of my chronicles as a player. The game had lost its flavor.
This is me, the man in the mirror.
Welcome to my aftermath.