The dj

I had to get up and write this story out as promised yesterday, besides, the bruises are something to brag about! You should see the size of the one on my left ass cheek...Mm, and the one on my right arm from where he was holding me down. Oh yes, it was exactly what I needed the other night, rough and nearly anonymous!

The entire time that we are getting it on, he kept whispering in my ear, "You know that this is what you needed. I'll be your escape from reality any time you want. All you had to do was give me a chance."

Magical words those are, because at this stage in the game, I'm going to need to escape my reality quite a bit. As I mentioned yesterday, I was rather sick at his house, and I passed out for a couple of hours, when I came to, it was to the soft caresses of the dj and him whispering in my ear. I slowly brought myself back to life. I had gone back to the club just to get fucked, I needed it to clear my mind of you, of all the pain that you were causing me. I should have been climbing into your bed in Connecticut when it all started, I should have been in your arms, not his, but...We both know how that turned out.

He started out really gentle...So, I really wasn't expecting him to get so rough, but it was exactly what I needed, and he knew it. He was reading my signs better than anyone has in a long time. At one point, he had me pinned down to the bed with one hand his other hand was deep inside of me fucking me hard, finding my spot, making me quiver, the more I shook, the harder he held me down. Before I knew it, I was exploding all over his hand, screaming out against the pain inside, burning the pain with lust. I fought back trying to get away, but not really, I was just antagonizing him, working him into a frenzy, heightening my desire to be dominated and his desire to please me. What more could a girl like me ask for? This one is going to be fun to play with, we have barely scratched the surface of how freaky either of us can be.

"I wish that you weren't so sick, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you," he said repeatedly throughout the night.

My response, "Please take advantage of me...I need to feel like someone wants me."

"Baby, your gorgeous, everybody wants you."

"Everybody except the one I want the most."

We forgot about talking for a few hours, other than the guttural cries of lust and ownership. Yeah, I let him believe he owned me for those couple of hours, I proclaimed to be his bitch, and he my master...But the reality is, I belong to no one, and nobody belongs to me, unless you count J, but that's a whole other story. For those few hours, I nearly forgot about you. When he had my face smashed into his bed and he was hitting it from behind, slamming that big hard juicy cock into me, smacking my ass, I cried out for more, I wanted to be hit harder. I laughed at his first few attempts, infuriating him, getting him just mad enough to make it hurt so good, to take those smacks and transform the physical pain into a release of all of these emotions was better than I could have asked for. He fucked me hard, he grabbed handfuls of my hair pulling my head back, making my back arch and my body form to his, he drove himself into me deeper still. His cock is so huge, he nearly split me in two, it's been too long since I've had it like this, since it's been this good, this rough, this free. He kept it up till I couldn't take it anymore, I begged him to stop for a bit, I needed to sleep.

He was cool about it and said to me, "I'm a pleaser baby, I get off on pleasing you. If you are good for now, so am I. I just can't wait to get my hands on you when your feeling better."

The sound of my phone ringing woke me, it was J, and it was 11 in the morning, I needed to get a move on and get back to my reality. I made the arrangements to meet him at my house in an hour and laid back down next to the dj for a few minutes of early morning banter.

I've got to drive the adopted one to work.