The English Rogue - Part III

I was trying to get used to the darkness, my chinese eyes squinting to make out the shape of the bedside lamp. I clamped my eyes shut, rubbed it lightly and opened them to more pitch black. I closed my eyes again, steadied my breathing. The sheets felt so soft against my legs and I instinctively pulled the blanket closer. I felt soft and weak, like a cooked asparagus, in a giant cotton sandwich. I rubbed my neck gently, brushing against the neckline of the oversized t-shirt that I was in. “That’s right”, I thought, “I’m in Liam’s bed. I must have fallen asleep… I’ll try to fall asleep again.” I curled up and turned more to my right, facing the only stream of light that was coming from the crevice of the window, trying to guess what time it must be.


And he turned too.


I stopped myself mid-way and thought hard. Hazy recollections of the night floated into my cotton-wrapped head. The dinner, the way his face wrinkled when he laughed, the way he was watching me eat and drink, like he knew I was trying my best to not make a mistake, the way he spoke to the waiters and the chef… strobe lights, vodka shots, us leaving the club, us kissing on his couch. “Did we kiss?” I wondered. “No, he only pecked me on the cheek, oh no, on the lips…” My mind raced a little.


And I felt his hand on the side of my waist.


I froze. I even froze my thoughts.


Nothing happens.


And I remember to breathe. I don’t know why, but my heart was pounding. My throat was dry, and my head was in denial of the impending hangover. I was wide awake now, and all my senses were working overtime.

It felt like I had been lying there frozen for 3 days. No make up, hardly any clothes and not even remotely drunk anymore. I didn’t go back to sleep, I didn’t plan anything in my head, and I didn’t dare move. I felt somewhat naked, somewhat vulnerable, and a bit of a slut.


I liked the feeling.


Finally, he stirs.


I was aching for him to. I closed my eyes and quietly willed “touch me, pull me closer, kiss me, kiss my neck…”


And he does.


His hands ran up and down the sides of my body, as if gently checking to see if I was awake. I didn’t move. He ran it up the length of my side and traced my shoulder blade up to my neck. He leaned in closer, I could feel his entire weight next to me, his breath on my shoulders and I could hear his cleanly shaven chin rub on the soft cotton sheets. He swept the hair away from my neck. I breathed harder, my stomach tight, my body arced, aching for a harder touch. My willpower was a complete helpless mess. My hairs were standing on their ends and I needed his touch to ease my crazy senses. As if he read my mind, he lightly buried his face in my neck and the full front of his body pressed against my back. I let out a little gasp and leaned back on him, overtaken by an indescribable longing. Quite clearly, he wanted me just as jumbo badly as I wanted him. I was so very turned-on. He reached down, disregarding my weak resistance. Scoffing at my mini attempts at a struggle, he gingerly peeled at my underwear. He pulled it just halfway and as if distracted by something else, he stopped, and grabbed at my hip with his left hand and steadied my tense body. I was over the edge. Our legs entangled in a perfect spoon and I let him take over. With a surge of force, he found his way under my t-shirt grabbing me firm and hard, while his other hand tugged at my hair, he whispered in my ear,


“Do you want me inside of you?”


I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I gave the slightest nod and closed my eyes. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would’ve laughed at the fact that I just tried to give my consent by nodding in a dark room. So I opened my mouth again. But there was no need for words, my body had already said yes. I turned around, I was now nearly flat on my back, save for the mini back arch my writhing body was unable to contain. He climbed on me and a welcomed weight of warmness blanketed me. I could feel his desire in its full glory, nudging at my thigh.

“What do you want me to do” he said

“Please…” I replied, speaking for the first time. My hand curled into a tiny fist pounding at his chest.

“Please what…?” he teased.

I broke into a faint smile, took in a gasp of air and tugged at his underwear and pulled him towards me. Refusing to beg further.

“Please what?” he was more firm this time, not letting me drag him any further. “Tell me…” he asked again.

“you. are. driving. me. nuts.” i said, disguising nothing.

“ahh.... That’s good. that's good... its about time. Wha’ else do you feel?”


Oh my god. I was so turned on I could tear my hair out. And this guy wants to talk?! He had his one hand on my breast, kneading it like he was a terrier with a new plush toy. The other hand had me pinned to the bed as if I was trying to escape. His face was millimeters from mine.


“You like it when I do this?” he said, gently tweaking at my nipple, his big hard cock rubbing on my thigh.

“yes…”, I said. Sounding almost hungry.

“Would you like me to lick your pussy?” he said, his hand working its way down to complete the show and tell.

I shook in acknowledgement. my mouth dry, my breaths fast.

“yes, or no?” he commanded.

“Yes, yes, please.” I was breathless.

“av ew had anotha girl eating at yor pussy?” he asked.

“n... n no.” I shyly said. Not the least bit proud of it.

“What about your friend, Anjali, av eu eva seen her naked?”

“no.” I said, almost too quickly, wondering where this was all leading.

“who waxed you, huh?” he asked. “did you have it waxed or did you shave it?” His finger gently stroking at my neatly waxed landing stripe, coaxing me to let him in. I was used to the dark now, and I could see his eyes burning into mine, waiting for my answer.

“It’s a girl. who waxed me.... A Chinese girl, in her early twenties.”

“yeah? You let her touch you?”, he said, and went quiet, cueing me to continue.

“sh... she asked me how I wah... wanted it done, told me I should have one like hers. And she pulled the front of her pants down, showing me... her pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” he was harder than ever, I could feel it. “Did you touch her, baby?”

“no, I didn’t” he was almost disappointed.

“yeah, I want you to go back next time, and invite her to my place. I want to sit on my couch and watch you two on my bed. Yeah? You’ll let her do what she wants...”

“But I don’t want you touching her” I pleaded like a jealous girlfriend.

“I won’t, i won't.” he said. “She’ll be here to make you cum. I want to watch as she makes you cum. yeah, tell me how you want her to make you cum.”


As quick as the urge came, it left.


My gawd. here i was, horny as a crack whore on e, my mind on an extended holiday; My body was in a foreign land and my brains were scattered like stardust all over a unicorn; i was light as a feather and fluid like mercury, my fingers prickled and tingled for all the blood had rushed to my groin. AND HE WANTS TO TALK DIRTY?!? As though were an old couple, the sex had gone out the window and we needed to bring friends, lube and creativity to the bedroom??



“this is bullshit”, i thought. My body is hotter than that. there should be no need to 'engage' my subject in conversation.


So I left.