- Joined
- Oct 17, 2014
- Location
- USA
It was probably the numbness in his hand that woke Vincent up. Through a veil of sleep he struggled up, feeling the weight grow on his arm and a quick shrug did not dislodge it. Before his eyes opened he reached a hand out and it fell on the firm, supple breast, the nipple pressing lightly into his hand. A quick grope as if expecting it to only be a dream his eyes fluttered open to see the curve of a neck before him, the long hair cascading down the pillow and over her face. The gentle scent of perfume, some sweet scented flower, hung over her like a haze amid the sweat and musk of sex.
Pulling his hand back as if she was radioactive wondered at first, what the fuck she was doing here? Turning his head saw the clock change from 1:59 to 2:00. Damn, he had to be at work tomorrow. The previous night came back in a quick flash of her looking hot in the bar, a few drinks, some flirtation on his part and then back here for some hot, sweaty sex. His cock was flaccid now, but he could still feel the wetness of her. She was hot, and was good in bed, he'd almost consider dating her one more time. Mentally he pulled back, thinking to himself, shit I fucked her and came inside her. Vincent didn't need that, no kids, no clingy broads hanging around now that he'd had her. The thrill was in the chase, once he conquered them, he didn't care if he ever saw them again.
Still young and good looking, Vincent pulled a beefy arm from under her, a little rougher than he might have. Hoping that she might wake from the motion. She stirred but not enough to open her eyes, pulling the sheets about her and almost taking over his space. Awake now, and with a woman in his bed whose name he could not remember, he sat up and slid out from the sheets. Standing up, stretching his 6 foot 3 muscular frame he ran a hand through his thick mane of black hair, wondering how he could get her up and out with a minimum of fuss. He hated when they cried, whimpering about him never going to call them, of course he wasn't but that was no need to make a scene.
Laying back on the bed sighed, turned the light on by the bed, may as well get it over with, he thought. "Hey babe," never remembering their names it was always easier to use some platitude or a general babe when he had nothing else. A hand on her shoulder and she stirred, "hey babe, time to get up. We both have work tomorrow," he told her flatly, the implication in his voice unmistakable. Get out, now. Hoping she had a job to get to. "Need something for cab fare?" Reaching for his wallet, even a $20 would be worth it to get rid of her before she became too attached.
Pulling his hand back as if she was radioactive wondered at first, what the fuck she was doing here? Turning his head saw the clock change from 1:59 to 2:00. Damn, he had to be at work tomorrow. The previous night came back in a quick flash of her looking hot in the bar, a few drinks, some flirtation on his part and then back here for some hot, sweaty sex. His cock was flaccid now, but he could still feel the wetness of her. She was hot, and was good in bed, he'd almost consider dating her one more time. Mentally he pulled back, thinking to himself, shit I fucked her and came inside her. Vincent didn't need that, no kids, no clingy broads hanging around now that he'd had her. The thrill was in the chase, once he conquered them, he didn't care if he ever saw them again.
Still young and good looking, Vincent pulled a beefy arm from under her, a little rougher than he might have. Hoping that she might wake from the motion. She stirred but not enough to open her eyes, pulling the sheets about her and almost taking over his space. Awake now, and with a woman in his bed whose name he could not remember, he sat up and slid out from the sheets. Standing up, stretching his 6 foot 3 muscular frame he ran a hand through his thick mane of black hair, wondering how he could get her up and out with a minimum of fuss. He hated when they cried, whimpering about him never going to call them, of course he wasn't but that was no need to make a scene.
Laying back on the bed sighed, turned the light on by the bed, may as well get it over with, he thought. "Hey babe," never remembering their names it was always easier to use some platitude or a general babe when he had nothing else. A hand on her shoulder and she stirred, "hey babe, time to get up. We both have work tomorrow," he told her flatly, the implication in his voice unmistakable. Get out, now. Hoping she had a job to get to. "Need something for cab fare?" Reaching for his wallet, even a $20 would be worth it to get rid of her before she became too attached.