Acceptence

You don't know why you say what you said next. Maybe it was from the pain and sadness caused by Kathy's betrayal or maybe it was all male ego. The thought of an attractive young woman wanting to spend the evening with you inflating your pride as a man. Or maybe you were just really horny and thinking with your dick instead of your brain. Whatever the reason you wanted some companionship. So despite the fact that this woman is very suspicious you take her up on her offer.

With her still gently touching your cheek while firmly but not painfully cupping your crotch area, you plaster your most confident grin on your face and respond. "I most certainly do understand now Miss, and I would love to bond with you for the evening. How about we get out of this ale..."

Before you can finish speaking with yet again shocking speed she stops touching your cheek and holding your crotch and grabs both of your forearms in a tight and surprisingly strong grip. Almost as if she is making sure you can't escape. She then smashes her lips into yours, her tongue invading your mouth. The kiss you two share is wet and sloppy, full of grunts and moans. Never in your life have you experienced such a wild and animalistic kiss before.

You think nothing of how this woman whose name you don't even know is totally and utterly dominating you right now. In that moment your world is only sensations. The feel of her soft lips on yours, her tongue as it roughly explores the inside of your mouth. The feeling of a bit of drool at your and her's lips as it bubbles up and runs down your chin. Her strong fingers slightly pressing into your flesh as she holds you tightly, her nails almost barely drawing blood. The achy feeling of your absolutely hard dick trapped within your pants, just begging to be set free as it stains your underwear from all the pre-cum dripping from it's tip. The sheer bliss you feel as endless coils, coils that are twisting and turning, lashing and swaying rhythmically bury themselves deeper and deeper into your mind. Your conscious is wrapped and embraced by the never ending coils. No. Not coils. A better word is...

Your chosen partner breaks the kiss. A line of spit temporary connects your lips. A thought sudden enters your head. "Chosen partner..what? Why do I think of her like that and were those t..." Your chosen partner while still firmly holding you once more happily grins at you, the act causing the line of spit to snap. Similarly at the exact same time just like the line of spit the questions in your head snaps, disappearing from your mind as if they were never there to begin with.

"So my chosen partn.. no how about something else, something more intimate. How about...beloved, yes I like that. That will do nicely. So my beloved shall we continue?" The strange woman says eagerness written all over her face and no longer talking in broken sentences.