The Sorcer (2) ~*18+*~

I hucked a throw pillow at the door, screaming in frustration. Did he have to deny me?

I’ve heard of edging but isn’t this a bit extreme. What. An. ASSHOLE. I screamed again and then decided, like every other time I am denied release, I should just go take a bath.

I picked my clothes up off the Floor and tossed them into the Dry cleaners bag, Stuck the pool noodles in my boots, in my shoe closet, on my way to the bathroom. I ran the bathwater, as hot as it would go, added bubbles to the water and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing some wine and blasting some sexy music. I took the new bottle of wine and a wine glass to the bathroom.

Sinking into the hot water, I let the night replay in my head trying to figure out where I had gone wrong.

One bottle of wine, and 2 hours later, my horniness had been squelched, I decided he was just another douchebag, and I had to cut my losses. The water was an annoying just below lukewarm by now and I was ready for bed. I unplugged the drain, and wrapped a towel around my body, heading to my all-to-comfy bed. Drying off, I crawled into my satin sheets naked.

Within moments, I was asleep.

His hands roamed my body, his lips brushed my cheeks, grazing my neck, claimed my lips, his tongue danced down my torso, and found my muffin, he licked with expertise, my fingers in his hair, my pelvis arching toward him, soft moans escaping us, slowly, a finger found its way into my pussy, stroking softly, nudging my muscles, coaxing them open just enough for him to get a second finger in there, his mouth on my bosom, his thumb tapping my clit, fingers moving hard and faster now, I could feel his erection on my stomach. I could feel the tension building, and I would soon explode. My body on fire so close was I to cumming, but I dare not utter those words, lest I be denied again. My breathing would indicate as such though… FUCK! I WAS SO CLOSE. I could feel the precum oozing from his dick as I ground into him, he moaned around my breast, grinding into me softly. He sucked on my neck before grunting into my ear “CUM for me baby. Cum now.”

I woke with my body still on fire, what the hell, was it just a dream? I Don’t see him here, but even in my sleep am I denied pleasure now? I got up and put a think satin robe on, the material rubbing against my nipples rather painfully. I stepped out of my house and knocked lightly on my neighbor’s door. There was not an answer. I turned the nob, the door opened. I gasped.

I Don’t see him here, but even in my sleep am I denied pleasure now? I got up and put a think satin robe on, the material rubbing against my nipples rather painfully. I stepped out of my house and knocked lightly on my neighbor’s door. There was not an answer. I turned the nob, the door opened. I gasped.

I got up and put a thin satin robe on, the material rubbing against my nipples rather painfully. I stepped out of my house and knocked lightly on my neighbor’s door. There was not an answer. I turned the nob, the door opened. I gasped.

Walking into his house, it was clean, the motif was “Modern Victorian”. The only sign of inhabitance was an empty bottle of absinthe on the coffee table and his boots from earlier behind the couch. His place was mirror image of mine, his kitchen wall was flush against my bedroom. If I turned left, I would find his room and a staircase to the loft, I tiptoed to the center of his living-room-turned-library, and looked up at his loft, there were no lights on up there, but it looked as if a chemist lived here, vials and flasks, from what I could see.

Was he a chemist? I don’t I ever asked him what he did for a living. I tiptoed to his bedroom which was open, as I neared I could hear soft music coming from inside, one pseudo-candle was the only light, I could smell him here, he must be in the ensuite bathroom. I could see light from under the door, perfect, he should be out soon.

I didn’t see any signs of company. Putting my ear to the door, I only heard the sounds of a solo shower. Accompanied by low grunting, and what sounded like my name. I cracked the bathroom door, poking my head in. Again I heard him moan my name, I could see through the steamy glass in the shower, he appeared to be jacking off. He let out a frustrated yell “FUCK”.

He appeared to tense as if he didn’t get off.  I smiled in satisfaction at this, as he began soaping his hair, I tiptoed towards him dropping my robe, and snuck in behind him. Silently, I put soap on his luffa and gently washed his back. He didn’t say a word to me. I pressed myself against his back, kissing his neck, and stroking him softly… But he didn’t seem to notice me still.