Yearning For Release: Her Erotic Frustration (Part 1)

Photo of author
Written By Scarlette Steele

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet consectetur pulvinar ligula augue quis venenatis. 

Wendy POV

I’m lying in bed thinking about Victor. I love the guy to death, but is love enough? Would I stay in a relationship simply for love? Is it okay to push down my urges because I love this man? My mum taught me to never settle for less. That as a girl, I should have everything I want and no less.

I wouldn’t deny that Victor is perfect; he is a gentleman, caring, loves me, and treats me like a queen. But something is missing. Am I being too selfish to want it all? Is it possible I might never find a man like him when I leave?

My mind flashes back to last night after our dinner date.

Victor: “Babe, you know I love you more than life, right?”

Giggling slightly, I nod and kiss him on the cheek

Victor: One day, I’m going to marry you. You are the woman of my dreams, Wendy. And I promise never to let you go.

My heart melted when he said these words to me. Facing him, I go on the tip of my toes and kiss him sloppily. I want to worship and show him exactly what he means to me. Sex is my love language, and I want to show him exactly how much I love him.

Our kisses turn hot and erotic; when he slips his tongue in my mouth, I moan and unbutton his shirt. His hands on my waist tighten, and he slowly cups my ass.

I can feel his hard-on on my stomach, and I grin. I undo his buttons, then slip his shirt off his broad shoulders. When the shirt is off, I take a moment to admire his body. He is fit and tan, with a single tattoo of a lion on his chest.

Victor: Are you done gawking, baby? Because if you have, I want to get between your thighs; it’s been too long since I tasted you.

It’s true, and the reason for that is that I don’t particularly appreciate how he goes down on me. He uses only lips and no tongue. And when he uses his tongue, it’s sloppy and not as firm as I want the tongue to be.

As he says this, I cringe but don’t show it to him; instead, I lean on his ear and purr. ‘I want to suck your dick so hard, baby, that you will see stars. Tonight I want to worship you as a thank you for how amazing you’ve been to me.”

I know those words are his undoing as he lifts me fireman style and rushes to the bedroom. After that, it’s a blur. In mere minutes we are both naked, and I have his dick deep in my throat. When I hum, he shoots his load down my throat.

Victor: Fuck love, that was amazing. You have a way with your mouth that I love.

He then proceeds to kiss me slowly. He doesn’t mind that I taste like him. He continues peppering kisses on my neck down my throat and then latches on a taut nipple. I moan and arch my back, pushing myself to him.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t give my girls the attention they deserve and licks a trail down my stomach. When he gets to my pussy, I hook my legs on his waist and flip him over. He is already hard and ready to go again.

I align my pussy with his dick and sink into him slowly. He has a nice package, and no matter how much we’ve fucked, it never fails to surprise me. If only he knew how to use it. Taking a moment to adjust, I look at his face and admire his beauty.

When I start riding him, I pray that he will last enough to give me an orgasm. I put his hands on my tits as I bounced on his cock. He doesn’t take the hint but instead removes his hands and puts them on my hips.

Victor: Just like that, baby, I’m almost there.

Not a minute later, he cums, leaving me high and dry.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when my phone vibrates with a text.

From Victor: Good morning beautiful, I’m sorry I left when you slept. I got called into work early and had to leave. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I return from my weekend work trip.

PS: I enjoyed last night.

Love you

I smile, reading his texts, and another text appears.

From Victor: Oh, I told Matt to keep an eye on you when I’m away.

Matt is his best friend and a total fuckboy, but he is a nice guy to have on your corner.

I reply to his text and decide to take a shower. Halfway to the bathroom, I decided to get my trusted vibrator. A girl needs her orgasm.

As I undress, I think, is it too much that I want to be treated like a queen but fucked like a whore?



1 thought on “Yearning For Release: Her Erotic Frustration (Part 1)”

Leave a Comment