Engel(Angel)

Standing in front of my full length mirror in my bedroom I notice that I've lost some weight. I can see the baby blue color I painted my bedroom through my mirror and think to myself how nice it is. I'm surrounded by such wonderful things, I'm about to leave for a date, and I'm not unhappy anymore. I'm not as happy as I could be, but in my heart I know it will get better. And in my heart, I have a feeling about Till, but I also know that I can't always believe what my gut feeling tells me.

I had a gut feeling about Ashley almost nine years ago. She was beautiful, and treated me like i was, too. She made me feel like a princess. When she fucked me, it was like nothing else. I never wanted to be with anyone else ever again. But obviously she did...

Looking at the reflection of the clock behind me, I noticed it was twenty minutes of six. I grabbed my jacket and headed out the front door, locking it secure behind me. I was meeting him a a restaurant close by, about a 5 minute walk, so I wasn't too worried about being late. I walked semi slow thinking about how I was about to be at a table with the best looking guy in the whole place. I wonder if he'll be surrounded by girls again this time. Could someone be that arrogant?

As I turned the corner and strolled into the eatery, my question was answered. I saw him talking to two women, slightly less scantily clad than the last, but still throwing themselves on him. I stopped in my tracks. I knew what this would lead to and I wasn't having it. I turned to walk away when he came up behind me asking where I was going.

"Every time we meet you always have girls all over you." sounding a little to clingy, I said trying to ignore his amazing smell once again.

"I'm so sorry. They wont go away. I told them I had a date and they honestly wouldn't beleive me." He said with sincerity that I would't think he'd have.

I couldn't blame these girls for wanting him. I did. Ever since our meeting days before I fantasized about the things I would do with him, the things he would do to me. He wasn't perfect, but something about him pulls you in. And It was working on me, too. He was sucking me in and I had only been with him in person for a total of 10 minutes, including the other day when we met. I decided to believe him and take a seat.

"You look amazing." He said, further making my heart beat faster.

"You don't look so bad yourself." I said with wittiness i didn't know I had.

We ate and talked and laughed together, and after the place closed we walked around the city, dimly lit because of the late hour, talking some more.

"I really feel like we have a connection. Your an amazing girl."

"And you are an amazing man."


He walked me home and filled my mind with many other sweet nothings and left me with a token that made me fly, a gentle kiss and an embrace I hadn't felt in years.

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We continued going out for two months, me holding back because of fear. Because of being left and heartbroken, I was being unfair to him. This man who treated me wonderfully wasn't getting all of me because of a cold hearted bitch got to me first.

I decided enough was enough and that I couldn't hold on to this fear forever, I needed to risk getting hurt to be loved. I dialed his number faster than I thought I could.

"Hello."

"Can you come over?" I abruptly blurted out, sounding a little obscure.

"Yes, I'll be over in twenty minutes. Are you alright?" The concern in his voice was beautiful.

I assured him that I was okay and hung up the phone. Running to my bedroom, I wondered what it would be like. What he would feel like inside me. Will I turn him on. I stopped, thinking maybe he didn't try to sleep with me yet because I wasn't appealing to him, but pushed the thought out of my head while rummaging through my closet for something sexy. I found a cute pink and black corset with matching underwear. I grabbed the garters to go with it from my dresser drawer and stumbled while rushing to put it all on. I put my sweatpants and tight t-shirt back on just in time to hear him knocking at my door. I had to go through with it. I couldn't not give myself to him any longer. He shouldn't have to wait, and I couldn't anymore.

I ran to the door, pausing so slightly before opening it.

"Hey Babe!" He said. I loved it when he made me feel like I was all his.

I didn't even say hi, I just pulled him in, shut the door, and started kissing him. He, of course went along with it a held me and kissed me rapidly.

I pushed him into the door and scratched at his clothes. They needed to come off. His hands were all over me, and I let out a small moan, telling him not to stop. He always smelled so good, but now it was like an aphrodisiac. Traveling right from my nose to my black silky panties. He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back suddenly by it to kiss my neck wildly.

He pushed me onto my soft, over sized couch and continued to kiss me...