The Purist Thing There Is

She slowly started to grind into my crotch as she straddled me in the chair.

“Whatcha going to do to me, Daddy?” she teased.

I pulled down the strap of her negligee, exposing her breast. My mouth found its way to her nipple, and I greedily sucked on it.

I reunited with Adrianna, the spicy Italian blonde. Unable to subdue my lust, I met her at her hotel downtown. We chatted pleasantly for a few minutes. “I don’t deny that I have a large sex drive,” she said. She plans on continuing studying psychology soon. I placed the donation on the desk. Then we stripped off our clothes and got down to business.

Soon my hand was at the back of her head, guiding it as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I derived a perverse pleasure from watching her suck me. Perhaps it’s from being conditioned by porn, but I immensely enjoy watching a girl give me a blowjob.

Then she assumed the position. I crawled on the bed and positioned myself behind her. Slowly, achingly, I entered her. My hands clasped her waist, and my pelvis started that familiar yet always electrifying motion. Despite our acquaintance, this was as close to a “zipless fuck” as I can get. Her real name remains unknown to me. My intentions were entirely carnal. My payment had obviated any pretense of love or devotion. My lust had totally instrumentalized her into a sexual object. In that moment, I cared not a whit about her character or personality. Her wetness and tightness around my cock was all that mattered. In Erica Jong’s words, it was “the purest thing there is.”