Kinky Sex Story – The Motel
by Linda Melody Festa

I knew he wouldn’t show up. I figured it was more of his damn need to control and hurt me.

Damn it, it’s after midnight and he’s still not here. I find I really ‘want’ him to come… I ‘need’ to see him. God help me but I do so love that man… I love him madly!

I look at the clock again… 20 after midnight, and I sigh in exasperation. I had figured he might even beat me to the motel room.

I had called him (yes, ok already, I admit just the thought of seeing him had me wired) at 11pm, just as I was closing the station.

And damn my lousy luck if I didn’t have a flat, I would have been here sooner. But after locking up at work, I went out to find my frount drivers side tire was flat. Sure, I knew it was a slow leak (it’s been that way for more than a month). But it went from a slow leak to a fast flat in five hours (the last I had put air in it).

My heart, racing fast as I came driving up to the motel, was sadly disappointed when I did not see his Dakota here.

And he is STILL not here! How he Infuriates me at times!

I jump every time I hear a car pass, sure it’s him at last. I look out the window each time to see only darkness, cursing myself for wanting to hope again.

Then, around 12:30 am, I see ‘his’ headlights through the curtains in the front window.

Oh lord, I ‘know’ it’s him… I know the sound of his truck by heart.

“Calm down”, I mentally tell myself, as my heart starts beating wildly. It does a flip flop as if in telling me that it controls me (and it does!!).

I hear him… oh yes, I hear him coming up to the door, opening it and readying to knock.

I freeze for a mere moment, yet it feels like forever.

All I want is on the other side of that door. All I ever dreamed of, all that still haunts me… only a reach away.

And I hear him knock.

Oh hell… to NOT let the man I love in would be foolish indeed, and, with a huge grin spreading across my face, I reach for the door in what seems like slow motion and open it to his undeniably sexy face.

Oh… the look… the look of love (or could it be mere lust?) I see coming from his emerald green eyes, it’s spell binding.

Maybe I am hoping too much again… or maybe I am blinded by my undeniable love for him, because I find myself melting in his emotional grip. I feel him tugging at my heart and it becomes lost once more.

Too late it is for me. I love this man.I can no longer deny what my heart feels.

I shut the door slowly, trying to regainsome sort of fathomable sanity and turn ,towards him.

I want to cry. I want to cry out my love for him. I want to force these words,engraved, into his heart, into his soul. I want him to ‘see’ my love, to ‘feel’ my love ,for him.

The fog clears slightly and I finally realise he is still dressed as he was when he pulled into the full service island.

And I, like the zombie he has made me become… I walked out to him as if in adream, and serviced him, just loving having him near.

He was wearing a Camel T- shirt , the kind that shows all a man’s muscles… and a pair of dark blue jeans.

Oh lord, he could be wearing a potatoe bag ,and it would have affected me the very same… reeling me senseless.

“Clinton, Clinton, Clinton” my mind is screaming.

My thoughts scatter as he nears me, forcing me back against the inside of the door.

I want him, I know this (and I think he can read it very well in my eyes)… but I had made up my mind NOT to have sex with him.

He had accused me of this before (using him for merely the sex), which is why I left him ,after coming back and wanting to try again. I didn’t want him thinking all I wanted was the sex. God, it means so very much more to me.

Too close he becomes.

My mind no longer has the ability to even silently cry out against him as he touches me.The fire is totally consuming me now.

“Damn it, he can’t have that much control over my emotions!”, I thought to myself, while pouring out the all too real love I feel for him from within my soul.

He backs me up against the motel door and I lose myself in him. It feels so damn right,so damn good.

Silently, my body betraying me again, fully ,clothed and pressed hard against the mirror on ,the inside of the door, screams out for his touch…

And I am his once more… just as I have always been… just as I shall always be….

The scent of him… oh lord help me but I have missed this so very much! Just the ,aroma of him sends me reeling into another world.

Help me, I think I am drowning in love.

Surely he doesn’t know this does he? That he affects me this much? That I crave his nearness, his touch, his sweaty aroma, his soft touch… his voice?

He CAN’T know this! After all… he still thinks I am using him for the sex.

Oh God… how terribly wrong he is… so very wrong.

Just the nearness of him… just even the ‘thought’ of having him near me is enough to have me feeling as if I were drowning into ,the sea of oblivion.

And he cannot ‘see’ this?

He touches me… kisses me, and I am turned to liquid, hanging on to him for dear life, for sanity.

Lord knows how I have tried to expunge him from my life. But I just cannot turn and walk away. He is ‘in’ me, he controls my every action… my every thought.

One touch, one look… is all it ever takes.

He owns my heart and soul… no contract needed. I think he knows this.. he seems to know my weakness for him.

He holds me tightly then, catching the fall that would have come without his strong grip.

I feel his sweet, hot breath upon my neck and the wetness, already forming between my legs, drives me wild with desire… and I know, secretly, that there is no turning away from him.

Damn me for losing control at the sight of him…

In one smoothe move, he has my pants unzipped and down to my knees before I even realise what he is doing. I gasp and cling even tighter to him.

Help me, but he somehow ‘knows’ that I want this. He knows I can no more refuse him than I can to cease breathing.

He takes me then, roughly, leaning hard into me.

I find my right hand acting on it’s own accord as it fights to escape his tight embrace, lusty and animalistic as it was,and slides down to help guide his thick, hardcock into the awaiting moistness now flowing freely from my pussy.

My breath catches as he bites down hard enough on my neck to bring sweet pain and my first orgasm spills out into the night.

I moan in exquisite pleasure, digging my nails deep into his back and shoulders, tryingto flow into him and through him… to become even more a part of him.

He whirls me around suddenly, his cock meat slipping out of it’s protective home, and he pushes me backwards onto the motel bed, amidst the spread out Sunday paper I was attempting to read before he knocked.

Papers scatter everywhere in our animal lust.

It feels so right then, so ‘meant’ to be. The love I feel for him seems to intensify even more then.

I vaguely feel the control slipping from my mind, not really caring at that moment. I just know I want this man, my everything.. my world. And I want him to fuck me long and hard.

Oh… I’ve needed and ached for this since the start of our differences. It hadn’t really been that long, but it feels like an eternity since I saw that look of love in his eyes, so long since he wanted me this deeply.

I see the same animal lust mingling with love in his eyes that must be mirrored in my own eyes. I sink deeper into his control, always had over me by only him.

Interlocking his fingers with mine, he places them high above my head, trapping me.

My body betrays me yet again by arching with desperate need, up into his. And he easily slips his raging cock back into me, slamming hard and hurting so good.

It’s been too long for me… too long since he was loving me like this. And I find I can no longer hold onto reality as I slip into the void of multiple orgasms. I soak the bed sheets and the papers surrounding us with my cum as he continues to pump me harder.

The world swims before my closed lids as I feel him building up to his own powerful orgasm and I cry out my undying love for him, calling his name again and again.

One final time I feel him thrust even deeper into me and can hear him moaning my name also. Stars of light blast into me again as we let everything go in that one, final,shattering orgasm together.

I almost passed out from the severity of his and my orgasm and find myself struggling for control of my own breathing while listening and feeling his ragged breath uponmy cheek.

He slumps his full weight onto me as I lay there trying to gather up my varying thoughts.

I know only one thing in that heated moment… I want him.

I want him…