ROMANCE: Mars And Venus (Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (Contemporary Romance, Out of Body Experience) Read Free

the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfucccckkkkkk-”
    And,WHAM!
    “GODDDDDDDDDDDD!”
    He exploded inside of her, the currents of his thick, abundant cum ejaculating deep inside her body, coating her genitals, so thick and so abundant that it came spilling back out of her just as soon as it entered, dribbling back down into the porcelain basin of the tub, and setting her over the edge with an orgasm of her own, causing her to quiver, tremble, convulse with orgasm, her knees shaking and knocking together, wobbling as every nerve in her body positively lit up with climax.
    Gently, very carefully, he pulled out of her, and another gooey slush of semen came rolling back out of her pussy. He lifted her back up, and turned her around to face him, pulling her into his body by the ass, and pressing her face into his, kissing her tenderly, his sticky, semi-erect cock pressing into her, and he pulled her down to the floor of the tub with him, covering his body with her own warm flesh like a blanket, and allowing her to laze there on his chest, drifting into a sort of gentle half-slumber, her breathing light, faint, and gentle, recovering from the intense ordeal she'd just experienced.
    A few minutes later, and the two of them were in bed together, spooning naked at first, but gradually rolling apart, lightly struggling for dominance of the covers, each trying to keep their eyes closed, and avoid looking up at the ceiling, both of them wanting only to sleep, but each of them plagued by intensely unpleasant thoughts.
    Vera, for her part, was feeling faintly annoyed with Mark. And maybe not just annoyed, but saddened almost. She knew it was, to a great degree, unreasonable, but she couldn't fully help it. She was as sexual a woman as anyone, but there was just something about intimacy with Mark that was lacking... Maybe it was the fact that there was no intimacy about it? Mark wanted sex almost constantly, and he seemed to like it exclusively rough. And Vera could do rough. Actually, Vera liked it rough. And she had plenty of kinks and fetishes of her own, and gladly engaged in them with Mark.
    But... Well... She supposed it was about the polar opposite of the old relationship cliché. She'd always heard about that thing where couples become bored with sex because all they ever do is missionary- missionary, missionary, missionary... But with Mark, she couldn't even remember the last time the two of them had done it in the missionary position.
    How many times could you have sex with the same person with absolutely no eye contact whatsoever before it started to become a somewhat lonely ordeal?
    Any time they made love, Mark inevitably ended up bending her over something, or made her wear a blindfold, or had her straddle him reverse cowgirl style so that he could watch her bouncing ass as she rocked and writhed on top of his cock...
    She really, truly didn't mind doing it this way. But she got tired of him being horny and grabby at all hours of the day, and then when she conceded to relations he treated her like a receptacle, something to wrap himself around and thrust against and ejaculate into, without a living, breathing woman inside the tight, curvaceous flesh.
    Not to mention all the other women she always caught him gawking at...
    Wasn't she fucking enough for the bastard?
    She always caught him, leering like a creepy old pervert at younger women's asses, their tits, undressing them with his eyes- and then doing worse things to them with his eyes, as she could always tell by the boners he got walking around with her. And what's worse, she felt certain that his reason for not wanting to see her face while he fucked her was so that he could imagine she was other women, a concept reinforced by his desire to have her dress up in kinky role play outfits, nurse's and maids and the like, seeking out relations with an entity other than Vera herself...
    There were so many things she loved about Mark, but she