Taking a Hard Ride from My Hyper-Masculine Roommate
His body was as firm as he was – a sculpture of buffed, flexed muscle; a provocation of tight, plunging powers; an invitation to being taken as hard as I could in spite of what some may have thought of me. With every powerful thrust, I could feel him conquering me. His sweat mixed with my own as the pleasure mounted. His hands were as strong as stone, gripping my hips, his manhood pulsating deep inside me even as his words ran wild with our own animalistic growls of passion. It was the nearest I had ever come to my Own version of Nirvana.
When we were finally finished, I lay there in content. I was barely aware of him stroking my hair in the aftermath of it all. His fingers were gentle as he whispered in my ear that I was beautiful.
And we stayed like that until I finally drifted off to sleep, happy and sated in his arms. This was (temporary) bliss.
Table of Contents
- 1. Setting the Scene
- 2. The Ride of My Life
- 3. Reveling in His Masterful Touch
- 4. Savoring the Pleasure of Submission
- To Wrap It Up
1. Setting the Scene
The Room
The room was cramped, neat, and smelled like burnt popcorn thanks to our last movie night. Warmly lit, the only spot of brightness came from the large window where the mid-morning sun was pouring in. An old futon sat against the wall, two pillows scattered around the mattress. Against the other wall, there were several bookshelves filled with my creations and my roommate’s fantasy novel series.
My Roommate
My roommate was busy shirtless and stretching against the closed window; his back was muscular and so was his taut stomach. His dark hair kept slipping infront of his eyes, making him look even sexier, in my opinion. He caught me looking at him and I quickly snapped my eyes shut. He just laughed and stepped closer. I could feel his hard body pressing up against me and he spoke in a low voice next to my ear. He said that he had been thinking of this all night, and that it was finally time to act on it.
2. The Ride of My Life
Excitement and Anticipation Mounted
- My heart raced as I anticipated my roommate’s return and fantasized about him
- He was tall, broad-shouldered, and alluringly handsome
- He wore sporty, musky clothing that emphasized every bulge of his body
When he finally returned, his dark eyes devoured me whole. His low, throaty voice said he was ready to take me for a ride. My heart nearly burst out of my chest as I followed him out of the door, wishing he’d take me in his arms first.
In the bedroom, I saw a towel tossed aside and a warm robe open on the bed. I knew this was my invitation and eagerly sacrificed my clothing, laying myself bare before him. We both knew what was about to happen. His hands claimed my body and pulled me closer. I felt his hard body against my soft skin and suddenly I was that much more aroused. His lips were electricity and his hands were lightning, sending surges of delicious pleasure through my body. Our tongues tangoed and fires were lit.
The heat between us climbed as his body inched higher and higher towards me. The anticipation was maddening as I lay there ready to ride the waves of pleasure I knew he would bring me to. Slowly but surely his body collided with mine and it was the most exquisite sensation I had ever felt. My soul was electrified by his touch and I never wanted it to end.
3. Reveling in His Masterful Touch
He teased me mercilessly with his hands as they followed the curves of my body with his strong grip. His thumb slowly rubbed the wetness between my legs, slowly building to a crescendo, I was soon quivering from the sensation he sent through me. His other hand caressed my body, and I was almost breathless, desperate for more.
I eased myself onto his hard and twitching form as he explored me with any inch of his body. His masterful touch was driving me wild, and I was completely enthralled. With every movement of his hips he pushed me to new heights of pleasure, intensifying my arousal and culminating in an orgasm of pure bliss. His passionate grip held me in place as I rode his hard form, savoring every bit of pleasure he gave me until I simply could take no more.
4. Savoring the Pleasure of Submission
Horny heat surged through me as I knelt in supplication at my roommate’s feet, waiting for his next command. His hands explored my mahogany-tinted body as I trembled in anticipation of what he might order me to do. His power seemed to radiate from every inch of his massive figure, reducing me to nothing more than cloth-meets-flesh. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned in close, eyes full of unspoken desires.
“Turn over — I want to feel your ass beneath my thrusts,” he murmured, words catching in his throat. I obliged, my body surging with adrenaline as I flipped onto my front. His fingertips brushed over my skin but I already knew what was next — I felt anticipation teasing my nerves as he came closer. His thickness pressed against me and I whimpered, pushing back onto him as he increased the pace. His powerful exhalations soon filled the air, mixing with my ever-louder moans that echoed throughout the room. I felt myself nearing the edge and begged for more, my submission consumed by pure pleasure.
To Wrap It Up
The hard ride from my hyper-masculine roommate had come to an end, my body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. Without a single word spoken, I felt completely connected and in love with the humid air and the darkness that surrounded us in the room. I lay there for what felt like hours afterwards, arms wrapping around my roommate’s body, savoring in the afterglow of our passionate union. I can still feel the warmth of his robust frame pressed into mine, the velvety hardness of his muscles as they moved against mine each time he shifted in his sleep. I marveled in the bliss of the experience, content in the knowledge that this moment was only the beginning of a roller coaster of pleasure and passion. Our story had only just begun and I looked forward to the future of the new journey that lay ahead of us.
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