All good things must come to an end (Lust +10)

Eventually, inevitably, Ashton mentioned it was getting late and their had to part. It took a bit longer to say goodbye, as she delayed and he allowed himself to be delayed. But in the end he left her apartment with one last shy smile and wave.

“Let’s do this again soon!” He said, keeping his voice low while on the hallway, as if he was afraid of being caught by her neighbors.

“Hungry for more?” She teased, with a wink. His smile widened in equal portion to his embarrassment.

“Umm… Yes?” He ventured.

They shared a quiet laugh, a small intimate moment, before he called the elevator and waved her goodbye. With one last ‘ding’, he was gone for good. She closed the door and sat on her sofa with a sigh.

{if Lust > 40}While Ashton did move forward a bit tonight, it was not enough! Her pussy still ached for more, and as her hand moved to her panties and began to rub her mind drifted away into fantasies and old memories. Hannah stifled a moan as she felt her pussy get wet. Fuck, she missed getting fucked {if Porn Star = True}by a strong stud with a huge cock, big enough to leave her sore for the next morning. Big enough that it would fill her up, make her cum like nothing else.{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}while high, no inhibitions, no filters. Just raw pleasure and lust as the **** gave her energy to fuck all night long. Fuck, back then she needed at least two guys to keep her fully satisfied…{endif}{if Hotwife = True}behind her partner’s back. That delicious, naughty feeling of meeting in secret, so taboo and yet so tempting. And when she whispered to her lovers how much she loved her husband, yet how she loved their cocks more they fucked her even harder and more faster, driving her wild. Did she miss being a cheating slut that much?{endif}{if Love = True}No! She shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts. She loved Ashton, more than anything! And if he knew what she was fantasizing about right now… He would hate her! {if Lust >70}But her body betrayed her heart, and she began rubbing harder and moaning louder as she pictured herself {if Porn Star = True}getting fucked by a huge cock that filled her up more than Ashton ever could.{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}having sex with multiple guys, taking **** so she could feel good and keep going all night long.{endif}{if Hotwife = True}cheating on Ashton with another man, moaning how much she loved her husband as she came.{endif}{endif} The guilt burned inside her, but her lust burned even stronger and she couldn’t stop her hand.{endif}{if Denial = True}She had to somehow keep her desires in check! This was her chance to turn a new leaf, to be a proper good girl! She couldn’t go back to her old ways… No matter how tempting it was. {if Lust >70}But trying to bottle her desire only made it flare, even stronger, and she began rubbing harder and moaning louder as she pictured herself {if Porn Star = True}getting fucked by a huge cock that filled her up more than Ashton ever could.{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}having sex with multiple guys, taking **** so she could feel good and keep going all night long.{endif}{if Hotwife = True}cheating on Ashton with another man, moaning how much she loved her husband as she came.{endif}{endif} Being a slut felt so good! It was not her fault that it felt so good!{endif}{if Manipulation = True}She cursed Ashton for being so pathetic and meek. In the end, he was good for being a meal ticket, not even a real man! And she rubbed herself even harder, feeling nothing except contempt for the limp-dicked loser that she was dating. But she still had to keep her desires in check, to avoid screwing up this chance! {if Lust >70}But her desire soon overpowered her caution. ‘It’s all his fault anyway,’ she thought. If he wasn’t such a born cuck, she wouldn’t be so pent up right now. And she moaned while she pictured herself {if Porn Star = True}getting fucked by a huge cock that filled her up more than Ashton ever could.{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}having sex with multiple guys, taking **** so she could feel good and keep going all night long.{endif}{if Hotwife = True}cheating on Ashton with another man, moaning how much of a loser her boyfriend was as she came.{endif}{endif} And her contempt for Ashton only increased with her horny desires, as she rubbed herself harder and gasped with pleasure. Now that he wasn’t here anymore, she was free to be as slutty as she wanted to.{endif}{else}Overall the evening had gone well, she considered. Maybe it hadn’t been her wildest night, and she still wished they could have gone further… But it was certainly progress. For someone who so far had only hugged and kissed her, Ashton was less prudish than she feared. Maybe he would open up more as their relationship progressed? {if Love = True}So long as she was slow and careful, maybe he would even match her libido and kinks, like a perfect soulmate! She had to admit, no guy she had dated had yet fully matched her sexual appetite… But it didn’t have to match perfectly! If she was content, and if she could make him happy… That is what mattered the most to her, in the end!{endif}{if Denial = True}Maybe he could even accept going further, like threesomes or swapping partners…? Not that she wanted more partners, of course. Absolutely not. But… She had been cursed with this incredibly high libido, and deep down she hoped that, if she could make him understand her needs... But she would never cheat on Ashton, of course. She couldn’t even think about it. {endif}{if Manipulation = True}Although realistically speaking she doubted Ashton alone would be enough to satisfy her, and her incredibly active libido. But if she could train him properly, and mold him to her desires… Well, she wouldn’t mind having Ashton lick her pussy while a strong guy fucked her hard from behind. She wouldn’t mind that at all, she though while smiling and stretching on the couch.{endif}{endif}

{if JerkNumberOnPhone}She took a deep breath and then glanced at her phone. Her memory, treacherously, flashed back to the guy she met earlier, before her date. She checked her phone to be sure, and there was his number. And behind those innocent digits was the tempting, forbidden promise of a good, hard anonymous fuck. By a guy that didn’t care for her feelings, and only wanted to sate his own lust. It was a bad move, of course... {if Lust > 50} But her own needs were so strong they overwhelmed her better judgement. She found her fingers hovering over the ‘call’ button, her pussy getting even wetter as she imagined that cocky grin on the man’s face as he entered her. It was getting harder and harder to resist giving in. Just one call, just a single touch of her phone screen.. It was so easy, and so irresistible…

{if Love = True}'I shouldn't be thinking this! What am I doing?' She thought, her mind flashing guiltily to Ashton. But the guilt, the forbidden taboo of it, made the idea even more tempting, and she squirmed with frustrated need. Her body aching to for a good fuck, even if it meant cheating on Ashton.{endif}{if Denial = True}'There's nothing wrong with this, I'm just fantasizing,' she thought to herself. 'And if I do cheat... It's not like me and Ashton have gone all the way... So it's not cheating, right?' And the thought that she could soon be getting fucked by another man made her squirm with frustration and need, biting her lips to stifle another moan.{endif}{if Manipulation = True}'It's all his fault!' She thought. And the thought of cheating on him, getting back to him for being such a loser, only turned her on more. As if she was asserting her dominance in the relationship. Showing the world that nobody could deny her wants and needs. Not only did she not mind being cruel to Ashton, hell she enjoyed it, her body squirming with frustrated desires.{endif}{endif}{endif}{if JerkHasNumber}She took a deep breath and then glanced at her phone. Her memory, treacherously, went to the guy she had met earlier, before her date, and the photo he had sent to her phone. She checked it to be sure, and saw again the photo of that big cock he had sent, right as she was in the middle of a date! And that photo carried a tantalizing promise of a good, hard fuck. By a guy that didn’t care for her feelings, and only wanted to sate his own lust. She knew it wasn’t wise to betray Ashton so carelessly, especially after they just spent the night together...{if Lust > 50} But her own needs were so strong they overwhelmed her better judgement. She found her fingers hovering over the ‘call’ button while her other hand rubbed her pussy, which got even wetter as she imagined that cocky grin on the man’s face as he fucked her, roughly and without mercy. It was getting harder and harder to resist giving in. Just one call, a single touch of her phone screen. It was so easy… And so tempting!

{if Love = True}'I shouldn't be thinking this! What am I doing?' She thought, her mind flashing guiltily to Ashton. But the guilt, the forbidden taboo of it, made the idea even more tempting, and she squirmed with frustrated need. Her body aching to for a good fuck, even if it meant cheating on Ashton.{endif}{if Denial = True}'There's nothing wrong with this, I'm just fantasizing,' she thought to herself. 'And if I do cheat... It's not like me and Ashton have gone all the way... So it's not cheating, right?' And the thought that she could soon be getting fucked by another man made her squirm with frustration and need, biting her lips to stifle another moan.{endif}{if Manipulation = True}'It's all his fault!' She thought. And the thought of cheating on him, getting back to him for being such a loser, only turned her on more. As if she was asserting her dominance in the relationship. Showing the world that nobody could deny her wants and needs. Not only did she not mind being cruel to Ashton, hell she enjoyed it, her body squirming with frustrated desires.{endif}{endif}{endif}