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My name is Jordan West.I was 23, single, and living alone when the Valentine’s Dayincidentoccurred. A borderline introvert living in a city of possibilities, it took a lot of effort to spiff myself up, go out there, and try to connect. An effort that usually ended in vain. So, I gave up. I do that easily. I unapologetically admit it doesn’t take much for me to throw in the towel. That’s just me, for better or worse. Probably worse.
Sure, I was lonely—horny—and craved hot, exciting sex. But to be honest, I had no “game,” and my introversion prevented me from trying too hard. The few times I managed to coax myself into a club, it never seemed to end well. I had my fair share of dates when I first came to the city—I’m good-looking enough to draw attention—but no realconnections. I started going out less until I was practically a recluse.
No problem. I hadtoys—and a surplus of batteries.
Still… one can’t help but crave a flesh-and-bloodc***now and then, attached to a hard-bodied, hotmanwho knows how tof***.
But that was mostly fantasy at that point.
Then one night, that fantasy came to life in the most disturbing and, dare I say,excitingway—with no effort whatsoever from me. Perfect.
He came,we came, and I…let it happen?
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my choice, but I digress.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a warm body spooning me. A man. Anakedman. I didn’t hear him come into my house. I don’t knowhowhe got in—upon later inspection, there were no signs of forced entry—he was justthere.Though I was sure therewouldbe a “forced entry” by the size and hardness of his cock nestled boldly against my ass. Mynakedass. I’d slept nude since I was a teenager. No pajamas, not even underwear. Clothes felt restricting in bed.
On this particular night, I was wishing for a pair of briefs, at the very least. But it wouldn’t have mattered—if he wanted to ravage me, some flimsy underwear wouldn’t have stopped him.
I tried not to let on that I was awake, yet the sudden stiffness in my body gave it away. I was like a board beneath the blanket. Any sudden movements, and my bones would’ve surely snapped. He snuggled closer, his hips melding to my ass, his thick staff pressing lengthwise between my tense cheeks. I felt the hard root of his cock against my hole, causing a strange sensation skitter through my nerve endings like a jolt of electricity.
Apparently, my dick wasn’t nearly as alarmed by this intruder because it started to get hard. In all fairness, it hadn’t seen much action lately, short of some vigorousself-love.Dating, when I made the effort, had become an endless string of dissatisfaction. My most recent dates had ended before any clothes came off. I’m not a whore; I won’t stick my dick in just anyone. Mydick, on the other hand, is a little less particular. He was ready to fuck when I was ready to abort the date. So,yeah, he was feeling deprived—maybe a bitdepraved—when the stranger crawled into my bed and snuggled my ass.
In retrospect, I suppose I should have asked some questions, posed some form ofverbalresponse:
“Who are you?”
“Why are you in my house?”
“Why are you naked in my bed?”
“Why is my dick getting hard?”
“I should call 911.”
“Help! Police!”
I didn’t speak. I could barely breathe. My growing erection wasn’t helping any with the breathing thing—in fact, it seemed to constrict my lungs little by little with each pulse that ran up the length of my cock.
His hand settled on my hip, and I pinched my lips between my teeth to stop the gasp from bursting out of my mouth. His touch was warm, even a little hot, as his palm rested on my hip bone, his fingertips kneading my skin like an afterthought, almostcomfortably, as if hebelongedhere, as if we were established…lovers.
I released my lips and felt the sting of my teeth's impressions, letting out a slow, quiet breath that quivered in my nervous throat. I knew that if I didn’t take a deep breath soon, I would pass out, because my tiny, laboring inhales weren’t feeding my body nearly enough oxygen. I didn’t know why I wasn’t breathing normally; he had to know I was awake. But I figured that if I didn’t announce it and pretended to be asleep, I wouldn’t feel compelled to question his presence in my bed—and practicallyin my ass.
A shiver skipped down my spine, prickling my skin, as his warm breath filtered through the tips of my hair at the nape of my neck. Though barely audible, his breathing surged in my ear like wind through a tunnel. He wasn’t panting lustfully; hisbreath was barelythere, the same as mine. His lips brushed the back of my neck, and only then did his breath stutter—and his cock swell between my ass cheeks.
Oh god, here it comes—he’s going in!
No lube. No spit. This was about to be a veryunpleasantinvasion.
I clamped my eyes shut and held my breath, preparing for theburnof a dry plunge. My lungs turned to fire, already starved of oxygen.
I couldn’t tell for sure how big the “cuddler” was—my size, at least, maybe bigger. With his body pressed to mine, he felt fit as his firm, rippling abs rubbed against my lower back. I was in decent shape, but I doubted I had the muscle strength to subdue this horny home invader if he chose to take me by force.
Can’t rape the willing.
I cringed at the “R” word. Didn’t like it one bit. But it did pose the question: was I awillingparticipant in this strangely seductive scenario?
