The Resolution

Balancing bags of groceries in her arms with a handbag and a laptop case dangling from her either shoulder, Stephanie turned the key in the keyhole and heaved open the door with her hips. She flung her burdens on the sofa and collapsed upon the armchair. It had been a month since she last met Dan. Ever since he had moved over to his new employers, her life in general and the weekends in particular had degenerated into a monotonous chore.

Stephanie closed her eyes and reminisced their last meeting. Dan's words still rang in her ears. “Steph, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, but it’s your life as well. I shall bother you no longer, but will wait for the call to put the ring on your finger."

True to his word, Dan had not called. I love you too, Dan, but my career is important. I hope you forgive me, she sighed and engaged herself in the mundane tasks of tidying up the house and arranging the groceries. Convinced that nothing else remained to be done, she took a quick shower, changed into her nightclothes in the dark and crawled onto the bed. In keeping with the indiscipline and negligence that had recently entered her life, she skipped dinner.

Bodily needs denied her the much needed sleep she craved for. It’s just hunger, she consoled herself, but made no attempt to get out of bed and microwave the frozen pizzas stacked in the refrigerator. She knew well that a sated belly would not mend the itching between her thighs. Perhaps, it’s time to unravel it, she pondered, thinking about the vibrator she had ordered through mail. The package had arrived a few days back, but she hadn’t yet unwrapped it. Perhaps, it would heal the stubborn ache in her slit but what would that resolve the loneliness that clouded her heart and threatened her sanity?

“Oh, Dan! I wish you were here,” she spoke aloud.

As if responding by magic, powerful arms entwined around her. Startled, she flipped on the bedside switch and stared in astonishment at the handsome face beside her.

“Dan!” she shrieked.

He swept away the blond tendrils scattered across her forehead. “Who else dare enter your bed?”

Too pleased to disguise her emotions, she rejoiced silently that he had still retained the other key to her apartment. “How come I didn’t hear you enter?”

“You were in the shower.”

The blanket covered him up to the waist, leaving his bare torso exposed to her thirsty gaze. She flattened her palms against his barreled chest and kissed him gently. Delight grabbed her mind when his brawny arms wrapped around her. She melted in his embrace. When his hardness poked at her belly, she freed herself from his clutches and swept aside the sheet, shielding his arousal.

Stephanie curled her slender fingers around the base of his thick shaft and showered the bulbous head with kisses. Then, she rolled her tongue along the length of the circumcised beauty before burying it deep in her throat. Slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked upon his member with drool dripping from the corners of her lips.

She savored the feral smells of his sex and reveled in the lustful moans emitting from his throat while she worked upon him. The silky feel of the tasty morsel made her womanhood tingle. Her tongue caressed the thick veins that protruded beneath the pink skin. Teasing his testicles with the tip of her moist tongue, she sensed his seed rise. When his fingers entangled in her hair and thrust her face against his groin, Stephanie sensed the imminence of his fulfillment. Abruptly, she halted, making him groan with frustration.

In a few hurried moves, she stripped herself naked. Straddling him, she grasped his throbbing member and impaled herself upon it. She paused for a few moments and savored the sweet sensations as her wet folds spread apart to accommodate him. Arching her head backwards, she began to grind her pelvis on his groin while he pawed and mauled her breasts.

Reaching between them, she played with her clit as his engorged manhood, hard like a nail, plundered her most sacred spots. Bending over him and pasting her breasts on his hard chest, she pressed her lips to his. Their mouths locked while she felt him thrust inside her with a brute force that stretched her vagina to the hilt.

Rising again, she continued her frenzied ride. Her blond hair cascaded down her shoulders while her breasts jiggled up and down. Her love muscles clamped around his shaft and tipped him over the precipice. Simultaneously, her pleasure reached its own crescendo. They remained bonded until his limp member plopped out of her.

Lying in his arms, she could feel his warm seed trickle down her thighs. She had never felt more comforted before, and her heart brimmed with happiness. Stroking his cheek, she whispered. “Are you carrying that ring?”

When Stephanie felt asleep that night, tender thoughts seeped through her mind. Even in her dreams, she could clearly see the solitaire ring glittering on her finger.

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