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She sat there motionless and deep in thought. Eyes wide open as she stared out the window of her hotel room. Late night TV illuminating the room behind her. She had yet to go to sleep. The big red numbers of the hotel room alarm clock turned from 11:59 to 12:00. To her they might as well have read "Game Over." Three hours before that, she had walked back into her room with her long-term boyfriend – tipsy and perfectly buzzed thanks to the great bottle of wine he'd splurged on for her birthday. She felt special. She felt sexy. She felt confident. She was ready to thank him and be as generous with him as he had been with the wine. The hotel room door slammed shut behind her as she closed her eyes in anticipation of his arms that would soon come around her waist as he would dig into her neck, pulling her in closer and pressing his hardening cock against the small of his back. Her mind was racing with evil thoughts. "Honey, did you pack the toothpaste?" She opened her eyes and turned around to see the bathroom light on. "Nevermind, found it...", he yelled. She stood there in her black dress and matching Louboutins as she nervously shifted her weight from one high heel to the other. "Hun – I'm...", she started but hesitated. She felt at a loss to communicate how she felt – how she had felt for a very long time now. How she was ready to seduce him and make him take her as a victor, as the conqueror of her mind and body. He was a smart man and a perfect gentleman – perhaps to a fault. "Hun – come out – let's have some fun", she finally mustered the courage out to say. "Whaaat? I can't hear you" he barely said with the brush stuffed in his mouth. "What's the point", she thought to herself. Despite the constant attempts at rekindling her relationship, the sexy purchases from the lingerie store, the visits to the adult toy store, she'd been unable to get him to break out of his shell. "Maybe that's just who he is and it's wrong of me to try and change him", she would think sometimes. But that would mean the worst possible outcome – that she was destined to a life of self-imposed near-abstinence. "No, that is not an option, Kristen", her mind would scold her. And yet again was her body craving to be devoured. Yet again were her thoughts of a woman wanting to be pinned against the wall as he would use her to feed his lust. "His lust", she thought to her self, "I wonder if that's even a thing." "Aww honey – you looked good tonight", he said as he walked out and laid his eyes upon her leaning against the glass wall at the far end of the room. He was already in his sleeping pants and his favorite shirt from college. It was fifteen years old, torn in places, and he loved it. Why else would he wear the same shirt every night. But she didn't care about any of that. She smiled at him. The wry, wicked smile that's the only symptom of a million depraved thoughts in her head. She looked especially cute wearing it – one side of her mouth curled up as her brilliant, green almond-shaped eyes shined as a dimple formed on her left cheek. It only formed on that one side. "Are you ready for some fun?", she said as her gaze shifted from his eyes suggestively down to his worn out gray PJs. He knew what she meant. He knew what she wanted, but despite his best intentions, he couldn't muster the right words. He'd bought the wine hoping she'd be too dead tired and sleepy after consuming most of it, but evidently it had the opposite effect. He loved her, but at a far more intellectual level. The physicality of it all was a tiresome burden, no thanks to his heart condition and consequent inability to maintain elongated lovemaking. "Honey, oh you look so good but I've had a really long day and I'm feeling exhausted". That's all he could think to say. He wasn't lying, but that didn't mean he wasn't being honest to a fault. "I promise it'll be the first thing tomorrow morning." "I'm just really tired right now" She stared back at him. She was a fighter. She was strong and adamant and good at what she put her mind to. In college, she had been the striker for her varsity softball team. She was the go-to person when the game was on the line. If you're in trouble, Kristen will be the one to save the day. If you're up against the ropes, Kristen will the the one to save the day. If you're staring at defeat in the face...you get the idea. It's Kristen who wins it in the end. But he still eluded her. She could come up with a thousand excuses for why he was fair to request a postponement of what he perceived as hard work, but she couldn't think of a single reason she deserved to be the person who had to suffer for his lack of desire. "It's ok honey. I understand". She was nothing if not a good partner to him. He smiled as he rolled into bed. He got in, tapped the empty space beside him as if asking her to jump in as well. "Do you mind if i just grab another drink from the mini bar and watch some TV, babe?" "Not at all honey – have a ball. It's your birthday" She was angry. She hated this. I'm too young and too beautiful and too fucking horny to spend another night drinking my woes away while he gets his sleep, she said to herself. She needed to vent, even if it was only internally. She poured herself the Jack Daniels from the mini bar and slumped in the chair beside the window. Her legs were open wide, pointing at him as he looked back cluelessly at her. This was a microcosm of their relationship – her beckoning him to be taken while she wrestled with her racing mind, he being comfortable in his space from afar. And yet, she buried all her thoughts and needs and smiled back at him as he turned away from her and slipped deeper into the blanket. "Don't stay up too late honey", he said as she was left alone with her thoughts. In many ways it was ironic how her thoughts to be ravaged sexually were the ones ravaging and eating her from the inside little by little. And so she sit there motionless and deep in thought, not a hint of sleep in her restless eyes. Jimmy Kimmell illuminating her room in different shades of light. She couldn't go to sleep – not another fucking night without a decent fuck. The big red numbers of the hotel room alarm clock turned from 11:59 to 12:00. To her they might as well have read "Game Over." But Kristen doesn't do "defeat". If this was the death of her love life staring at her in the face, she was going to take it by the horns and show it what she's about. This was the softball pitch all over again. This is where she was meant to rise. "Fuck this. Fuck everything about this", she whispered almost aloud at the world outside through the glass window as if to declare war on her chastity belt of circumstance. She put down her glass as she stormed out the door. It shut loudly behind her. He was a heavy sleeper, and even if he hadn't been, she didn't care any more. She just needed to get out of his suffocating presence and feel free again. She took the elevator down to the bar, surprisingly packed with people. Again, she caught the eye of the man who'd been exchanging glances with her, even when she was having dinner here earlier with her husband at the table across the restaurant. "JD – double – on the rocks" she told the bartender as she took the bar stool next to him. "Back by yourself now?", the bartender asked, pouring her far more than she'd asked for. She just shrugged back with her wry grin. She wasn't ready to call it a night yet. "Are you finally going to talk to me?", Kristen turned to the guy to her left and abruptly threw out. He turned his neck to look at her. He had the wear of a man who's been through a lot in life. A tanned leathery skin, and yet, the finesse of a man who works a desk job – clean hands, good clothes, good posture. "Well", he started, "I try not to go after attached women. Too much drama. Oh, and I'm sure my wife wouldn't approve". He raised his left hand and displayed the narrow platinum band. "Where is she?" "Why do you care?", he snapped back. "Because she's the only thing standing between you fucking my brains out in your room in exactly two minutes" Kristen was wrong. It took them less than that before he slapped a twenty on the bar for her drink and took her hand, leading her to his room. They entered it with clothes half off before the door shut behind them. Neither of them was thinking – this was nature in its most carnal form – only the most basic human instincts being acted on. She was yanking on his plaid shirt as he pulled her next to his body with one hand while the other gripped the back of her head, tugging on her hair while pressing her mouth against his. She ripped open his shirt as he did the same to hers; his hands cupped her bra and his mouth dug into her cleavage, then to one breast engulfing her darkening, erect nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting on them gently. Then on to the next breast as one hand slipped behind her and unbuckled her bra – he firm breasts now all for his taking. "My turn" she said as she pushed him back on to the bed and got on top of him. She went straight for his neck. She could taste the alcohol from his musky cologne. She went down his chest to tongue his nipples and continued lower on his abdomen, her hands unbuckled his jeans. And with one smooth motion, she pulled down his pants as his cock flung out, begging for attention. "Not so fast". he pushed her off and flipped her on to the bed and returned the favor of sliding her skirt off her body. Her sexy lace panties finally on demo for her lover. "What a shame" he said as he tore them in half, her hot, throbbing pussy fully exposed and glistening with the juices in anticipation of all over 30 models what it craved and saw coming. "If you had any dreams of a romantic night, well, save them for another night, cutie". He flung the jeans off his ankles, his legs free to move about and his hard cock at attention, as he picked her up and slammed heron the edge of the bed, her knees kneeling on the ground. She could've prayed, but she knew she was about to get her biggest wish anyway. He grabbed her hands behind her and held them in one hand, while his other hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards him. She could feel the tip of his hard cock on her warm pussy, now dripping wet. "This will not be pretty. This will not be gentle" he said gently in her ear. His breath making her spine tingle with anticipation all the way to the back of her neck. His cock gently slid into her pussy as he pulled on her hair. Her hips lifted higher to accept his penis, her lower lip curled and she bit on it as she let out a tiny scream from the pleasure of it all. He pulled out and then back in – more screaming ensued. He let go of her hair and slapped her ass so hard she knew it would bruise, the endorphins giving her a high that made her pussy clamp down even tighter on his dick, which in turn made him even harder as thrust her with even greater rage and aggression. He pulled her up and pushed her against the wall. Lifting one of her legs to the side for even deeper entry. she held on to the rough wallpaper and his hand pushed her face against the wall and his cock slid into her tight pussy, still dripping wet for more. He held her hair again as he gently nibbled on her ear. his hands cupping her ass as his fingers dug into her cheeks, his nails digging deeper and spreading her apart for the pleasure and pain she'd been craving. And then, as if she were a rag doll, he flipped her around to face him and lifted her against the wall, bringing her back down on his cock, her legs and arms wrapped around him as her tongue explored his mouth deeply and passionately. He pushed her back against the wall, thrusting with all his might – the sleeping neighbors would mature erotica surely hear this. She moaned from pleasure and her head rolled back from joy as her mouth opened wide, unable to comprehend the feeling of being ravished this way. He moved her away from the wall and carried her on to the balcony of his 15th floor hotel room. The night air was cool and fresh with a view of the ocean. She felt liberated as he let her go. Her knees were weak from the trembling and she fell to her knees right in front of him. Instinctively, she took it in her mouth – long and deep. She could taste herself and she loved it. She knew she was alive. This felt like self-recognition as she'd never dreamt before. It was a reflection of who she knew she was and wanted to be – and craved – and enjoyed! She swallowed him and when she felt like she couldn't hold open her jaw any longer, he pushed her head even harder down his cock, the back of her throat ramming against the big mushroom head. He needed more and so she wrapped her hands around his firm, round ass, digging her nails into his flesh and causing him to squeeze his glutes even harder. She wasn't entirely sure that was such a good idea on her part, but she was loving how she was being used. Nothing else mattered. He leaned on the balcony as it was now his turn to feel weak in the knees. She took his cock out of her mouth and reached for his sack. One side, then the other as her hand massaged his shaft. She licked and swallowed, reaching farther and farther back towards his perineum. He couldn't take it any longer and lifted her up, nude mature ladies turned her around. She was in front of him now, leaning against the balcony, her legs spread out, wearing nothing but her heels. The small of her back curved upwards as she trembled, half in anticipation, and half from the cool night that made her nipples harder still. His hands reached around her, pinching her nipples as his cock slid from the front of her pussy, gathering all her juices on his cock's head, sliding up towards the vagina. But instead of going in, it kept going up and just as smoothly as before, he pushed his firm manhood into her ass. Her juices acted as the lubricant as her willing ass let him in. It hurt. A lot. Her scream into the ocean wind was testament to it. But he didn't care. He slowly pushed it in an inch and then out. then two, and out, until her body eased up and took it all in. The pain turned on her on and she cherished the feeling from mature wife pics every nerve in her body that hadn't been worked before. He pulled her face by her throat and kissed the side of her neck as he sandwiched her between his body and the thick balcony railing. She put her hands back around him and pulled him in even closer. She wanted to feel one with him. She wanted to please him. She wanted to be ravaged in the process. She turned her neck to look at him in the eye. She saw his wicked look. Their locked gaze in tact, he pulled out and turned her around, picking her up again and taking her back into the hotel room where he flung her on the bed. He crawled on his knees closer to her open legs, lifted each with his arm and opened her legs as wide as they would go. Her pussy was craving attention again and his cock was right there to help. He pushed himself into her and gently brought his body down on top of hers. Her legs wrapped around him, his pelvis thrusting deeper into her and causing her to moan even as her mouth explored his. The pleasure would cause her to get lost as he sped up, going deeper and faster. They would both close their eyes and then open in sync, only to be turned on by the other's look of pleasure. He wanted to fuck her brains out. His cock getting hard as a rock inside her and touching places she'd never felt before. The friction from his dick causing her clit to swell up and feel out of control. He went faster and faster. "Don't....stop....please...", she barely mumbled as he kept ramming her harder and harder, turned on with the knowledge that she was enjoying being fucked as much as he was enjoying ravaging her pussy. "Don't...oh...oh...oh...OOOOOoooooooooooooooooo...". She was noisy and he was grunting harder and deeper. The bed was joining in the cacophony, creaking in rhythm to his thrusts and participating in the fast and furious rage they were all caught up in. And then suddenly – silence. Her back arched. Her bead thrown back and her face warped with emotion as she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity. His head was digging into her neck and he held his breath for just as long. 5.. 4... 3.... 2..... 1...... One final exhale and screams that can only come from the bottom of your lungs emanated from them both; they both climaxed and gripped each other's bodies so hard, they would fuse from the superhuman force. It was yet another eternity before they would come back down to earth, bodies limp from exhaustion and pleasure. She finally rolled over and held his face and gave him one last deep kiss. "Happy Birthday to me!", she said as she got up to put on her dress again, this time without any underwear. "Here's my number. Don't tell your wife..." she said, using the cheap hotel pen that's lost more often than it's used. "What if she wants to join?", he replied with a wry smile. She smiled back – her dimple's crater even deeper as the light struck it at an angle as she exited his room. She walked back to her room and slipped into the blanket and the next thing she heard was the sound of him drawing the curtains open the next morning. "Hey honey – guess who's ready for some lovin'". It was her boyfriend of two years, with his dorky smile, and this is how he told her he was in the mood for five minutes of good fun. If only he knew – she had already made her last compromise. Today, she was sore and tired. And for the first time in years, satisfied. "I'm sorry honey. I'm really tired.", she said, digging deeper into the blanket and rolled away from the light, her thoughts carrying her away as she imagined her next rendezvous with the man whose name she didn't even know. ineedmorehelp