It's showtime.

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From: Kaitlyn
7:06 P.M.

Okay im omw. Packed a bag, too ;)

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To: Kaitlyn
7:07 P.M.

Awesome :) hey, just come on in. I wanna try and surprise you with something.

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From: Kaitlyn
7:08 P.M.

Oooh i hope its a pie

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To: Kaitlyn
7:09 P.M.

I was thinking more sexual?

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From: Kaitlyn
7:10 P.M.

Oh haha sorry I'm a dummy. Definitely more excited about that though. It's been about a week now, right? I wanna do a whooole lot to you. :) I'll come in when I get there. Be there in like 10

He dry heaved into his toilet. 'Fuck me, this isn't going to work.' He thought.

Kaitlyn was excited. A whole week without doing it -- she was going to get the sex of her lifetime. He parked her car and used her key to unlock the door to Tyler's house. It was pitch black inside.

"Hey, Tyler. I'm here." She stepped inside and looked for the light switch. "Hello? Babe, are you--oh!"

She felt a pair of hands grab her from behind, wrapping around her waist. "Well hello there, pet." She heard a familiar voice growl.

"Hey, baby..." She said slyly. She giggled a little. "What is this?"

"I figured we'd roleplay a little." He whispered in her ear. "I'm your secret lover, and you've just come over for a little while. I have no idea."

Tyler felt sick.

"Well then..." She thought for a second. "Uh, what's your fake name?" She whispered to him.

"We don't use names here. We only know each other through sex -- nothing more. It's purely primal." His hands glided up to her breasts as he fondled them. She dropped her bags and reached around to grab him. She figured she might as well play along.

"Fuck...it's about time you showed up." She said aloud. "I've been waiting all day."

He turned her around and kissed her on the lips. "Wait no longer, baby. I'm gonna fuck you until I'm dry."

She let out a noise similar to a purr. "Good..." She whispered into his ear. "My boyfriend is out of town for tonight only. I figure we better make good use of those 12 hours. Make me your sluuut." She dragged the word slut out as she began to nibble on his neck.

Strangely, she was good at this.

He pushed her into the main room and then threw her onto the bed (thank goodness he was extremely spatially aware of his own house) under the guise of darkness. Climbing on top of the bed, he immediately kissed her hard and fast as he began to take off the collared shirt. He silently thanked that she never reached the light and never even had to make an excuse for the collar. He dragged his tongue along her face and reached her neck. "I'm going to give you a hickey, baby." He whispered against her.

"Only one? Fucking pussy." She taunted. "What happened to making me experience something my boyfriend could never give me? I want you to make me yours, baby."

'What the fuck?' He said in his head.

He began to give her a hickey, doing it fast and sloppily -- but it was only a cover. He gave her two or three as per her command. She didn't even let out so much as a moan.

"You've gone soft on me. C'mon...show this taken piece of meat what a real man can do."

He felt oddly intimidated. He gripped her by the neck and gave her a slap.

"That's more like it! Slap me again!"

He hesitated. He gave her another slap.

She slapped him back, hard.

"Slap me like you fucking mean it, dammit!" She demanded.

He reared back and planted one firmly on her cheek, causing a very loud noise he was afraid the neighbors might hear.

"Mmhn...fuck, daddy. I'm so wet."

'Daddy...? What...?'

"Good..." He said, very unsure of himself now. "Now it's time for you to return the favor. Give me a hickey and scratch my back up, slut."

She slapped him in the face, causing him to fall back onto the bed. He felt his girlfriend straddle him, her tiny body appearing much more menacing now in the dark. He didn't recognize this girl. Not at all. She immediately began to rip his pants off as well as hers. As soon as she freed his penis, she immediately put herself against it, her pussy hot on him. She worked on his neck on the wrong side, giving him another hickey. He turned his head and she then gave him one on the correct side, but he pulled off before she could finish hers. She slapped him again. "Am I going to be dominating you, here?" She asked. He felt her get up and grab his shaft, inching his tip inside of her. He felt her lips open up and himself go inside -- then she pulled him out.

"Not until you beg me." She said. "I wanna hear you beg for this pussy."

Tyler was oddly getting into it. "Please." He asked.

"Beg." She demanded. He felt her press his head against her again, taunting him. "Fuck, I'm so wet and ready..."

"Please, please fuck me." He begged. "I want that pussy."

"Is it your pussy?" She asked.

"No, but I'm going to make it mine." He said.

He felt her sit on it in a single going. He let out a moan. "Did I say you could moan?" She asked.

"Um...I...what?" She pulled off of him and dragged him on top, spreading her legs as he felt her REALLY dig into his back. He was sure she made him bleed.

"Ow! What the fuck, Kait?" He said, getting up off of the bed.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She turned on the lamp next to his bed.

"Ow, fuck." He said as she pressed a gauze of **** against his wound.

"I'm so, so sorry, Tyler." She whimpered. She sniffled.

"It's no big deal but...um, what was that, Kait?"

She rubbed his wound with the gauze and then patched up another one of her scratch marks.

She sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I...I read a book about different ways you could please your man, and I did read about roleplaying and stuff, but I was afraid to ask you to try it. So, once we started, I kinda...switched? I also read that some guys liked girls who were more domineering and liked playing rough, so..."

"Did it hurt when I smacked you earlier?"

"Yes. I cried."

"I'm so sorry."

She laughed a little. "Don't worry, it won't bruise. I won't call the cops on you just yet for **** that I accidentally made you do as long as you won't for me scratching the heck out of your back. I even made prick marks where I scratched but didn't fully penetrate." He felt her rub Zoey's scratch marks and he jolted.

"Sorry. Sensitive?"

"Very." He said, feeling terrible. She kissed his back.

"Why were you reading those books, anyways?" He asked.

She hesitated. "I...I don't want you to get bored of me, Tyler. I wanna try other things so I can keep our sex spiced up. I mean, last week we didn't even do it once...I thought it was me."

"Aww." He said, feeling absolutely like a complete monster. He internalized that thought. "Baby, its not you at all. I've just been tired."

"Yeah, but...I mean, eventually you'll get tired of only missionary. I love the position, how intimate it is, staring at the person you love right in their eyes and saying, 'I love you'...there's nothing hotter."

He almost threw up.

"But I know it must get boring. During sex you've just seemed...out of it. I thought maybe if I switched up the positions -- but still, it's the same girl and the same...you know, vagina, so. I turned to books to see if roleplay or something would work. I guess it doesn't, heh." She patched up another.

"Look, I'm never going to get bored of you, you dork-" He seriously felt like throwing up, "you silly goose. Missionary does get boring, yeah. But I don't always do it for me...I do it for you."

She smiled and hugged him from behind. "I love you."

"I can tell, Mrs. Scissor Hands."

She gave his face a playful slap from behind. "Stop, or I'll go back to dominatrix Kait on you."

"What're you gonna do this time? Kill me?" He teased.

"No...next time, I'll do better. I'm going to get so good at sex, it kills you not to be glued to my waist."

"Just...maybe not tonight. I feel sick." He said.

"I got you that bad, huh?"

'I got myself this bad, Kait.' He wanted to say.

"Not necessarily, but I just don't have the sex in me tonight."

"What about Friday?"

'Fuck.' He internalized.