Far from it...

I felt weak and couldn't lift myself from the sofa. I figured that was the entire encounter and now we'd finally talk things out. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the after glow of the first sexual encounter with any other living thing I'd had in a long time.

I heard a small clasp spring shut and I opened my eyes. Natalie had pulled a short leash from her discarded trench coat and had just connected it to her throat chain. Apparently things weren?t over. ?Are you ready to fuck this bitch?? she asked pulling the leather lease taught and offering it to me.

I didn't respond so she twirled the leash once then bent over and positioned herself on the floor in front of me. I had never fully deflated from the blow job, but also consider that the fantasy woman of my world was bent over in front of me, it wasn't a surprise that I was hard solid again so soon.

However, I was a bit disappointed by the situation. I had gone over this scenario in my mind thousands of times. I had ruined countless sheets and pajama bottoms creaming over romantic dreams of nights alone with her--nights that included candles and soft caresses. Yet here she was not only offering herself to me but doing it as a fuck toy, not as a lover.

Natalie was now swaying her ass, humping the air and whimpering as though she couldn't handle waiting any more.

Did I dare take her up on it? Would it mean a ruined friendship? What about morning regrets? I mean, I had to think about what was best for Natalie more than my need for one night of cream-kicks.