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Invite to dinner.

I swallowed the little pink pill and my head started spinning in no time. I opened another door and fell on the bed. I had never felt that confused and great at the same time. Everything was rotating around me. It got so hot in the room I had to take off my shirt. I sat up on the bed and slowly my senses came back. I still felt a little dizzy, but all I was thinking about was that boy's lips. As I was standing up to leave, the door creaked and Grig walked in. I was stunned. Still being high, I just wanted to kiss him, but he would not stop talking. I walked closer to him and his words became even more distant from me. I did not understand what he was saying. I tried to say something, but all I could do was mumble. He still continued to yell and I just decided to go for it.

I kissed him on his full red lips and then I gradually fell under his spell. The room started spinning around me. I tasted his smooth skin and thick blonde hair, his warm mouth and lovely breath. I was charmed by his intoxicating scent and soft sound that made me go crazy. I looked in his eyes and felt something extraordinary. I lifted him, placing him on the bed. He was like a drug to me. I wanted more. I needed more.

I woke up from this unbelievable dream as I felt Grig's hands around me. I was so confused, I did not know what to do. I offered him drugs and alcohol, but he refused. I should have known - bastard. I felt so stupid. Of course, he would not be a druggie like me. I suddenly felt disgusted at myself. I tried to look away, as he stared at me with a smile. He was like an angel, beautiful and innocent. I had ruined him. I took away his virginity, I nearly made him try pills and smoke weed. I was destroying him like I had destroyed myself. No, he was too good for me.

I left. I had to leave. He looked confused. I came up with some lame excuse and rushed out of the room.

He would hate me, I knew that. It was still better that way for both of us. Some things are just not meant to be.

***

"So, do you love him?" Marissa fastened the seat belt and looked at me.

"You don't need to do that. I am an awesome driver." I chuckled and started the car.

"Do not change the subject and answer my question." she said in a serious tone.

"I don't even know. I thought I'd get over him after we had sex, but I still think about him ... a lot." I admitted and drove away from the party.

"You can't just get over these things." She sat up and rolled down the window. "Did you even talk to him?"

"No. I don't want to talk to him." I sighed, "I was high and had this weird twisted fantasy. It was beautiful, you know? I mean the sex. I have never had such a strong connection with someone. The thing is that it was probably because of drugs. Plus, we were complete strangers. We had not even talked before."

"Never?" She asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Never. So, it was something beautiful that I don't want to ruin. He was kind of angelic, you know? Even too pure, I'd say ... for me at least." I answered.

"Don't get all emo now!" Marissa punched me on the shoulder, "Shit, what if you are missing out even more by not talking to him!? It might not be ruined, but actually even get better."

"I will just get over him in no time." I slowed down the car. "Plus, he probably hates me already. Here's your house."

"Ok, I'm gonna go now, but don't be a downer." She pointed at me and smiled, "Text me if you figure something out. Love ya."

Marissa closed the door and ran to her house. I smiled at her and started the car. Driving home, I started thinking about work. I'd have to get up early on Saturday. I also had to give a ride to my sis.

I looked around and I nearly crashed my car, my heart skipping a beat.

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