I love my boyfriend Hardy, I really do. He's very sweet and caring. My only complaint is his strong ability to deny me satisfaction. Don't get me wrong, he wants to please me, it's just that his appetite isn't quite compatible with mine.
Take Thursday night for example. I was in a very dirty mood. I told him how hot I was for him and I did a sexy dance to put him in the mood. He seemed very comfortable. Then, we had sex one time and he fell asleep. One time. One time! That is not enough. I don't need a man who can go all night, but one time is definitely not satisfactory.
I tried my very best to fall asleep. I heard him breathing softly at my back. I turned around to look at him.
He looked so peaceful and restful. He had such a clean, good mind. I lifted his hand and kissed it. He was my man and I was very grateful to have him. Unfortunately, my needs...
I left the room and went into the living room. I lied fast-down on the couch and took matters into my own hands. I must've had eight orgasms, compared to the zero I had with Hardy. It would've been so nice if I could've experienced that with Hardy. If only he would let me be the wild, dirty girl I want to be once in a while.
I decided I would tell him I felt the next night. Unfortunately, I never got the chance. Hardy's brother, Trent, was coming over for a visit.
Trent looked a lot like Hardy. He was a couple years older than my twenty-three year old boyfriend. He was 6'4-considerably taller, and was even more athletic looking.
Hardy warned me that Trent was a gym freak. I thought that was rather silly, but when I saw him, I didn't mind at all. Even though I was immensely pleased with the situation, I was angry with Hardy. He should've been jealous! I know that's a shallow thought, but it made me think that he had given up on trying to impress me.
I fantasized about Trent a lot that evening. He acted a lot different than Hardy. He was so manly and sexy. I found myself acting giggly and girly. He must've thought I was younger than I was.
I felt bad. I loved Hardy so much, he's an angel, but Trent was making me so hot. I just had to take advantage of the situation.
I went downstairs and found Trent doing crunches. In all my twenty years, I had never felt my blood pressure raise that quickly. Every muscle in his body was flexing and glistening. I wanted to orgasm right there.
"Hi Trent."
"Hi." He barely looked up.
"Working hard?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm," I couldn't think of anything to say! I was so mad at myself. I ran upstairs and rubbed my pussy with my hand.
I came up with an extremely simple-minded plan. I'd just doll myself up, and hope he'd take notice. I brushed my teeth until they shined and took my ponytail out. I put on a mini skirt and heels, and finally, sprayed myself with the raciest fragrance I had. Here goes nothing, I thought.
I walked downstairs slowly, hoping to make an entrance. This time I couldn't hear his heavy breathing. I reached the floor and looked around. No sign of life.
I turned into the laundry room since the light in the other room was off. "Trent?"
I felt him behind me, though I didn't know how that was possible. His hands were on my waist. I gasped, I wanted it to be Trent, but it could be Hardy. Then I felt my body being shoved against him. The surface of his stomach was rock hard and high up, so I knew it was Trent. I closed my eyes, thinking about what a lucky girl I was.
"Oh, Trent, I've wanted you-"
Trent pushed me down and smacked me. "Shut up. If you speak, I'll smack you harder."
I sat up, thinking he was insane. I wanted to run, but the expression on his face told me that I wasn't going anywhere.
