Often in life you meet that woman you dream about fucking, yet you know you never will. Then life throws a few twists at you and all of a sudden you find yourself with your stiff cock spewing cum into her. You are in heaven, then you start thinking of the many times you will enjoy that pussy only never to get near it again.

Ok, you think that I was a bad fuck or something. No not at all.

They disappear, move on or out of your life. Maybe you were just there at that one special moment. Ok, maybe you made sure you were around for that one special moment of hers when she would drop her defenses. Through many conversations, you laid the groundwork so you could lay her. Then the defenses go back up, they reaffirm their devotion to their morals, husband, whatever.

Then there are the third kind. The one you never in a million years expected to do, then you did, never got to again, gave up even thinking about it...then one day....

WARM SUMMER NIGHTS AND EVEN HOTTER DAYS

I kept looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until I could punch out. It was 7:55 a.m. and I was ready to go. Now, before I continue, my name is Thomas, and I work 3rd shift. It's usually pretty boring, but today I had plans for the morning after work. Back to the story... the clock turned to 8, and I was on my way out the door and on my way to the best morning of my life.

I reappeared once more to which shocked her as I could tell by the expression on her face but she seemed on edge to what would be happening next, what could I possibly do to outdo what I had done to seduce her in the first place. Her eyes pierced me and attempted to try and entice me but I refrained and stopped in my tracks.

The hangover I woke up with was worse than I had ever had before. I had numerous ‘binge drinking’ sessions but this seemed to be worse and I was unsure why. I checked my phone like I always did when I woke up in the morning. I had a new message from an unknown number, it was from my lover last night: Stephanie.

I slowly began to remain consciousness and my head was pounding as moments of last night flooded back to me. I reached my arm out as my vision was still blurred but there was no petite body there for me to nestle against. I wasn’t surprised as I looked at my clock and saw it was midday, I knew that she would have set off for work and the note she left reinforced that, however she did leave her number on the bottom of the note which I transferred into my small address book, it was made of leather and was long and slim.

It was a typical british summer I thought as I woke up to the pitter patter of rain hitting the window beside me. It was a small apartment but it had a fashionable look. The floors and roof were decorated with cream tiles whilst the floor had been fitted with a wooden decking. I clambered onto it and suddenly winced as the flesh of my feet touched the freezing surface. I slipped on some socks and just about managed to fit my 6 foot 3 inch frame into the bathroom. I stood there and noticed a red mark on my otherwise muscular body.