“You Are Mine”
Heather had been dreaming of this moment for what seemed like forever. She had heard all the stories, all the rumors of the man they simply called “He”. Of course, no one knew his real name, but every time he was mentioned, it was always in reverence. He was mysterious and elusive and Heather wanted him more than anything.
One day, while out shopping, Heather finally saw him. She couldn’t believe her luck and she was determined to make her move. He had the most handsome face she had ever seen and his eyes glimmered with a mischievousness that she found undeniably sexy. She quickly made her way over and asked if he was “He”.
He smiled, and nodded. Heather’s heart raced as her desire to be with him grew more and more. She could tell that he was the type of man who could make her feel things she had never felt before. He invited her back to his place and Heather eagerly accepted.
The apartment was impeccably decorated, with expensive furniture and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. After a few moments of small talk, Heather found herself in his bedroom.
He had a commanding presence about him that made it impossible for Heather to refuse him. She allowed him to lead her to the bed and lay her down gently. He pushed her clothes off, piece by piece, until she was completely naked.
Heather trembled with anticipation as her body was laid bare. She felt vulnerable but, at the same time, incredibly aroused. He lowered his head, kissing her neck and sending shivers down her spine. His hands caressed her body, pushing away every last bit of resistance she had. She begged him to make her his, and he obliged.
He slowly and sensually explored her body, giving her pleasure she never knew was possible. His tongue and lips moved in time with hers, creating a symphony of pleasure. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, unable to control herself anymore.
And then, it happened. She let out a loud moan as her orgasm crashed over her. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel such intense pleasure. Immediately after, she felt the rush of heat as he entered her. His thrusts were slow and controlled at first, but quickly increased in speed and intensity as his desire for her increased.
Heather felt herself get closer and closer to the edge again, and before she knew it, she was screaming his name. He let out a guttural groan as his own orgasm overtook him.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily and trying to come back down to earth. Heather felt like this must be what it was like to be truly loved. She had no doubt that this night would be the beginning of something special.
He rolled off of her and pulled her close. He looked into her eyes and spoke three words that Heather would never forget “You are mine”.
