A Visit To an Adult Store

I finally broke the kiss and said, "I've gotta go."

He held my bare, slim waist with both hands going completely around it.

"My cum is inside your body," he said quietly before kissing me again.

"I know," I whispered. "I've gotta go."

"I don't turn you on anymore?" he asked, kissing me again.

"No," I lied. "I have to leave."

I gave him a farewell kiss, allowing my lips to linger on his for a few moments and turned away from him. I looked around for my raincoat, and saw it near the entrance. "You'll unlock the door for me?" I asked.

I looked back at him over my right shoulder. I saw an ugly, fat, old man who was already in his 40s when I was still a baby. But this ugly, fat old man had just taken my virginity, and there was something about him in his nakedness that made me feel pretty, vulnerable and feminine.

"You wanted to find out what it's like to feel like a woman," he said simply. "I could tell that's what you wanted. Well, now you know."

I realized he was right. I had experienced trepidation, desire, fear, lust, indifference, humiliation, submission, pain and fulfillment with this man. My neck had been made to bleed. My head hurt from him pulling my hair. My nipples were raw and would be sore for a week, and my anus had been violated so violently that I didn't know if it would ever feel normal again. Oh, and my lips were chapped and tender from his countless kisses.

And there he was, his big, hairy belly sticking out, and asking me to return to his embrace.

As I looked over at him, I found my right shoulder raising up to touch my chin as my right hand went to my bare waist. He smiled, knowing that I was flirting with him again.

"Oh well," I said as I turned, reached up and rested my arms around his neck. "Let's see how I'd look in that teddy."