“Come inside”

“Come inside and close the door,” she whispered.

“Holly’s” provocative posts on Twitter intrigued me. A late cancellation enabled me to see her Saturday night. She met me at the door in a simple black dress and invited me into her apartment near the university. As I entered, I was stuck by her features. Slender with long black hair, dark eyes, and alluring lips, she looks like a cross between Anne Hathaway and Stoya. She offered me a bottle of water and invited me to sit next to her on the sofa.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever been with a theologian before.”

Then she told me a little about her own background. “Being raised a conservative Catholic was not easy,” she said. “If the ladies at church only knew.” She’s a community activist and academic when she’s not entertaining men behind closed doors.

“So what are those thoughts that are whirling between your ears?” She seductively placed her hand on my thigh.

From there it was on to the bedroom.

She reached for my belt and unbuckled it. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. When my pants came down, the bulge in my boxer briefs signaled my arousal. She slowly pulled my underwear down, then gently stroked my cock, drawing out a few drops of precum. Then, still in her black dress, she dropped to her knees. I gazed into her eyes as she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I put my hand on the back of her head as it bobbed up and down. The sensations were exquisite.

But I needed to be inside her.

She got up, peeled off her dress, and removed her bra and panties. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, she tore open the package and rolled it on my cock. I lay on my back on the bed, and she moved her lithe body on top of me. As I felt the tightness of her cunt wrap itself around my cock, I let out a deep sigh. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly started to ride me. My hands grabbed her waist and guided her. Our movements harmonized, a symphony in flesh. She began riding me harder. I felt myself moving more deeply inside her. By now she was wantonly fucking me, her breasts bouncing, primal sounds coming from her mouth. My hips thrust back in response. In that moment, we were purely animal. I felt a surge of sensation in my groin. I did my best to prolong the pleasure. But I was about to be overtaken by orgasm. That sound, so familiar yet still so alien, emerged from my throat. I felt myself erupt into the condom.