Desires Of The Flesh

I bit my lips seductively as I came closer to him. He held me, brushing his muscles against my body and pinned me to the wall.

"Bend down and suck." He commanded.

I got on my knees, taking up his hard cock in my mouth. Circling my fingers around the thick mass, I worked my fingers to the top, pressing softly on his delicate balls while running my tongue around the pink tip.

"Yeah baby, that's it," he mumbled, digging his hand into my hair and pushing my head forward. I increased my pace, shoving his dick into my mouth at increased acceleration, deepthroating him at every second I got. My fellatio game was a ten, and before I could swallow his popsicle one last time, he came, releasing his salty seed all over my bare boobs.

Sighing, I closed my diary, putting down my pen. As a nineteen year old girl, I loved reading novels and steamy novels always captured my attention. My love for reading also spurred the writer in me. I had written a lot of scenes, different characters in various sex scenes and their banging bodies. I mostly wrote from a first person point of view, projecting myself as the protagonist. I wrote what I wished for myself, to have that curvy waist with round plump ass and cupped boobs. Standing up and looking at myself, I knew I was far from what I desired.

"Which guy would want a girl like me?"

I observed my body which was a bit too slim, my boobs were not more than the size of a sliced guava, my hips were almost boyish and my face was covered in a galaxy of pimples.

"Ugh" I sighed, disgusted by my own looks. I envied other girls my age who flaunted those crop tops with their mannequin figures.

Brushing the physique thoughts aside, I looked at my diary and continued writing down. My attention got divided as my phone chimed, interrupting my roaring imagination.

A message popped up on the screen.

"Hi Emily"

"Hope to see you at church"

I rolled my eyes with a lack of interest as I looked into the blue light. I dropped the phone after making up my mind not to reply.

"When he is tired, he'll leave me"

Joshua was a childhood friend. However, I lost contact with him once I moved with my family to a new neighborhood. On a casual day, while I was getting groceries from the store, I bumped into someone, causing everything to fall from my hand. Staring into the familiar face in front of me, I immediately recognized it.

"Joshua"

Our reunited friendship had been going on quite well,until he began acting like he visited some fucking seminary school or sort.

"Let's go to church next Sunday," he would always invite me.

His persuasion got annoying till the extent that I began avoiding him. Eighteen sure looked good on me, I had spent my earlier years being prudish and I had determined to make my later teenage years hot and steamy.

"But where to start?"

"By ignoring Joshua of course," I sighed and placed my phone on the table, before drifting into the land of dreams.

"Brrrr" I heard the alarm ring and quickly placed my hand over it, shutting it down.

"Morning already?" I mumbled as I pulled the blanket over my body, unwilling to get out of bed.

"Emily, wake up and get dressed or you'll be late." I heard my mother say as she knocked on the door.

I responded by placing the pillow over my head, covering my ears. Her constant knocking pissed me off and I had no choice than to get out of bed.

"Coming mom," I shouted as I wore my flip-flops and dashed into the bathroom.

"Was I rushing to grab the school bus?"

Obviously not. I was done with high school. In three months time, I will be turning nineteen.

I dressed in a peach floral dress and wrapped my hair in a bun, trying my best to look as elegant as possible.

"Success dear," my mom said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.

I alighted from the car, clutching my bag tightly as I inhaled the air around the environment of Greenville dance academy.

This glassy building, surrounded by trees and erected majestically in the heart of the city had been my dream all my life. I had begun taking ballet classes since I was five. Although I did not look as pretty as a ballet dancer, my moves were pretty amazing. I walked down the hall, ready to actualize that dream and my eyes scanned the girls who were trotting the same path as me. Tall, slender, curvy, I sighed as I studied their physique.

"Ouch" I winced, as I collapsed on the cold tiles. Someone had bumped into me or rather, I had bumped into someone.

"Let me help you" he said as I felt his muscular hands on my shoulders, sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you okay?" He asked, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.

"Yeah" I managed to say.

"Alright beautiful," he said before leaving.

I blinked my eyes, asking myself if I heard well. No one had ever called me beautiful, except for my mom.

"Was he just trying to flirt with me?" I asked, nearly puking at the thought of it. I detested guys who were flirts. He had awesome looks though, I'm definitely going to make him a character in one of my novels.

"Attention everyone, start changing into your costumes, the interview is kicking off in less than an hour." The loud speakers blared, and all the girls began scampering into the locker rooms.

I changed into my dance outfit and pinned the number which was assigned to me on my blouse.

"Number 13, that's a lucky number," I heard an unfamiliar voice say. Turning to the side, my eyes met a brunette smiling enthusiastically at me.

"I'm Marnie," she said, stretching her hand for a handshake.

"Emily"

"Your outfit is nice," she said, complimenting the pink trunk I was wearing.

"Yours too" I responded.

"Not sure if I wanted to go to a dance academy, it's been my mom's idea" she said, "but I'm sure I'll ace it" she said courageously.

I smiled, wishing I was as high spirited as her. Normally, I was a bit snubbish and I was pretty sure that if she hadn't spoken to me, I would have left without uttering a word to anyone.

A lady came forward and spoke, "alright everyone, we'll divide you into two groups, group A by my right and group B by my left"

Marnie and I fell into group A.

"Okay, group A, come forward and pair yourselves in twos."

Marnie held my hand and we chose ourselves as partners. The first set took the stage and the music began playing. I was a shy and nervous person at times, but the blonde girl dancing on the stage looked like one that was having a panic attack. She almost tripped and fell while dancing and her face was flushed as soon as the music came to an end.

I and Marnie stepped onto the stage for the next set. I swayed my hips to the side, moving rhythmically as Dua Lipa's Levitating started playing.

Adding my flexible prowess,I splitted a couple of times, while still keeping up with the beat. As the judges looked at both of us, a familiar pair of eyes winked at me. It was the same boy I had bumped into, seated among the judges. Studying his features intently, while still maintaining my stance, it dawned on me that I had judged hastily.

He was not a boy, he was a man. The music came to an abrupt end and I exited the stage, his eyes were still trailing me.

"That was great, your moves were so smooth, you're a great dancer." I heard Marnie utter with her light voice.

I had almost forgotten that someone was by my side.

"You did great too" I complimented, despite the fact that I had not turned to look at her throughout the dance. My gaze was shifting through the judges, casting glances at the man that I had bumped into, as his constant gaze kept piercing through me.

We watched the other groups perform and left after the announcements had been made. Marnie left with her boyfriend and I stood on the road trying to get a taxi for myself.

A sleek black car pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. Before I could move to the other side,the window wound down and I inhaled a vanilla scent.

Then he spoke, "hey beautiful, care for a ride?"

A pair of brown sturdy eyes hovered around me as I got into the car.

"You did great, I'm sure you are going to get into the academy," he said as he fixed his eyes on the road.

"Whatever," I replied, trying to give a feisty first expression.

His eyes turned to me as if questioning the nonchalant response that I gave.

"I am one of the managers at the academy, I could definitely help you with anything you need,"

My eyes fell on his complimentary card which he handed to me.

"Oops"

The card fell as soon as I stretched my hand to take it, landing on the driver's seat, directly between his legs.

My hands reached out to pick the square card from where it had fallen, when my eyes landed on something. There was a visible bulge in his pants. It breathed fiercely within his trousers and I immediately withdrew my hands. The card had fallen between his legs.

"Did he let go of the card on purpose?" I asked myself, looking at the dark tanned man who drove me in his car.

"You should pick it, it isn't nice to refuse gifts" he said to me with a visible smirk on his face.

"Oh, two can play this game"

I looked into his hazel eyes while biting my lower lips. Reaching for the card, I picked it with my right hand while brushing my fingers against the rising bulge in his pants.

"I picked it," I said, looking into the contents of the card.

"You're a really pretty girl," he said while stopping the car in front of a house.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression as he stopped the car in front of a magnificent building which I presumed was a hotel.

"I am not doing this, what do you take me for?" I said, slightly raising my voice as I was pissed off by his perverted actions.

This man who l had bumped into and had his gaze fixated on me while I was dancing on stage really puzzled me. We were not even halfway through the journey and he already wanted to take me to a hotel.

"What?" He said, as he burst out laughing. "I only wanted to pick a few things from home before continuing on the journey."

"Huh" I replied, hanging my head low as my cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

His home sure looked like a five star hotel. The gates were opened and he drove in while I wowed at the beautiful structure which stood in front of me.

"You can wait in the car, I'll be back shortly,"

As soon as he left the car, I stepped out and surveyed the surroundings. It would definitely be a great background for my Instagram stories, I said as I pulled out my phone and took selfies while standing in front of the terracotta sculpture.

A swimming pool was visible in sight and I walked towards it. Without hesitation, I lifted my phone up in the air to take a selfie.

"Splash" the water rippled vigorously as I fell into the pool of water. I forgot to mention; I can't swim.

Soaked with the water, I flailed my hands while struggling to move. The pool was deeper than I had expected. The last thing I remember was a pair of hands brushing against my waist.

I woke up, oblivious of my surroundings. Yawning widely, I sneezed as I felt water in my nostrils. Something was different, I mumbled as I looked around the room which I lay in. This was not my room.

"Where are my clothes?" I screamed as I wore nothing but a shirt and my panties.

My eyes widened as I saw him coming out of the bathroom. It was the same man from the dance academy. My heart almost skipped in fear; he was naked and I was wearing a different cloth.

"You're awake," he said as he walked to my side.

"Don't come close to me" I screamed, "What did you do with my clothes? Why are you here?"

" I help..." he wanted to say but I cut him off.

"You think you can just have sex with any girl that you give a ride to," I shouted as I got up from the bed and pushed him, causing his towel to fall off.

"Sex?" He asked, giving me a puzzled look.

"I brought you here after you drowned in the pool and it is the maid that changed your clothes not me. Your clothes were wet."

The previous incident began flashing before me. I immediately remembered falling into the pool while trying to take a selfie.

"But if you think we had sex, we could do just that now," he said with a naughty smile playing across his lips. "You already stripped me off"

I looked at the towel on the floor, then stared at the naked man standing in front of me.

"Damn" I gasped. His cock was huge and the black mass stood erect urging me to come over.

"No," I said to myself. Although I wanted to get laid badly. He wrapped his hands around my waist and I could feel his virile member pressing hard against my thighs. I was so fucking horny. This tall chocolate man with well chiseled abs desired me. It brought out a sense of desire in me and caused my feminine confidence to escalate to the fore.

His face was almost colliding with mine and then he said those words again, "you are beautiful,"

Without warning, my lips responded to his words, engulfing his lips in a tight kiss. I moaned as he lifted me up and bit my lower lip. Electric surges were running through me and my breathing intensified. I needed his touch. I begged him with my eyes which were filled with lust and desire. Slowly, he ran his hand across my face, down to my nape and kissed me deeply on the neck.

His hand slided down to the oversized shirt which I wore and he cupped my boobs in both hands. He milked my ice cones and my taut nipples shivered from his touch. Abandoning the two round masses that lay beneath my shirt, he worked his hand to the entrance of my pulsating space.

Shifting my panties to the side, he ran his finger along my clit, causing me to moan loudly.

"Fuck me," I pleaded.

"Just teasing," he responded as planted a deep kiss on my lips. I responded by circling my hands around his shoulders, our tongues intertwining, our lips locked together and our hot breath pouring on each other's face.

"Damn" I sighed. This guy knew a lot about foreplay. I had never felt this way before. I watched as the shirt came off my shoulders and fell to the ground, leaving my taut nipples exposed to his eyes. He ran his hand down to my panties and I expected him to take it off. His two hands held my panties and he tore it off ruthlessly.

"Ah" I gasped, "You could have just taken them off, those were my favorites," I said, pouting my lips.

He responded by gazing over my naked body and lifted me to the bed. I was so horny and I tried my best to control the urge of forcing his dick inside my pussy.

"You wanna suck?" He said as he knelt straight on the bed.

I came closer to him while kneeling on all fours and held his shaft in my hand. I thrust it in and out of my mouth, bopping my head as my mouth swallowed his cock.

He elicited a deep groan then withdrew his dick and positioned me on the bed while spreading my legs widely.

"Oh shit" he muttered and got up from the bed. I watched his sturdy buttocks as he walked to his drawers and pulled out a packet of condoms. He quickly wore it and walked back to the bed, spreading my legs even wider.

Running his fingers down my clit, he tried sticking two fingers into me. His fingers refused to pass through and he looked at me with an expression I didn't really understand.

"You're so tight," he said, putting just one finger into me. My clit throbbed in response and I winced a bit in pain as he pulled his fingers out.

He looked at me as I lay on the bed with my legs spread wide.

"Are you..."

"A virgin?" I said, completing his words.

"Are you one?" He asked as he stood up from the bed.

"Yes," I responded, nodding my head shyly.

"Holy shit" he muttered and pulled the condom from his dick, tossing it into the trash can.

"You should be leaving, I can't fuck a virgin." He said as he began wearing his clothes.

He exited the room, leaving me lying naked on the bed with my legs spread wide open.

I had never felt so disappointed in my life. I walked out of the building, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a jacket which the maid had offered me.

"Wait," I heard a female voice call out to me as I walked towards the gate.

"You forgot this," she said, handing me a bag containing the clothes which I had worn earlier. I collected it, glad that I hadn't forgotten my favorite peach outfit.

"And this too, Mr Brown said that I should give it to you," she said, stretching out another bag to me.

I collected the package and muttered a "Thank you". Looking at the second bag which the lady offered me, I was unable to make out what its contents were.

"I'll check it when I get home" I said, sighing to myself.

He had brought me to his house and now I was left on the road all alone, struggling to get a vehicle for myself.

I glanced impatiently at my wristwatch, as I waited for my Uber to arrive.

I was seated in the Uber in no time, heading to my house along crescent road.

"Why do men always have to be jerks?" I sighed to myself. He rejected me all because I was a virgin.

"Put on your seatbelt." A masculine voice said, jolting me out of my reverie.

I quickly strapped the seat belt around my shoulders, struggling to fit it into the lock.

"Here, let me help you," he said as he adjusted the seat belt and locked it in, his hand brushing against my shoulders.

I felt a tingling sensation down my spine as his hand brushed against my shoulders.

"You don't look happy" the driver said, making me wonder why he wasn't minding his business.

"I'm fine," I muttered. It was impossible for me to tell anyone that being a virgin had prevented me from having the best moment of my life.

"I used to have bad days at times, those days when it seems like everything is shattered"

I nodded my head to his statement and he continued, "you're quite skinny, you know"

"What?" I bursted out, giving him a hard glare.

"You should try eating more, if you'd like, I can drop you by the cafeteria along the road and get us something to eat", he said. I felt infuriated at his words. If I had a glass of water with me, I could just pour it over his face.

"I'm not interested," I said, while managing to keep my cool and not flare at him.

"I didn't mean it that way, it's just..."

I cut him off mid sentence as I plugged in my ear pods, listening to music. "Who did he think he was? Leveraging on my looks just to spend time with me, I'm not even skinny" I scoffed in my mind as I concentrated on the music, bopping my head to the rhythm.

He kept quiet and did not utter a word until we got to my house. Before coming down from the car, I shot the driver a sassy stare and told him, "your skills are so poor". He hung his head in shock and drove away without uttering a word.

I walked to the house and met my mother preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"How did it go, dear?" She asked as she pulled a tray of roasted chicken from the oven.

"Everything was great," I responded.

"Why are you cooking so much?" I asked, as I took one of the cake slices and shoved it into my mouth.

"Don't eat it," she said, snatching it from me. "It's for the visitors".

I rolled my eyes at her and proceeded to the fridge to grab a bowl of cereal.

"Who is coming?" I asked with a mouthful.

"The Cliffords" she responded, while arranging the dining table. "The entire family is coming for dinner, you should get dressed."

I darted upstairs to my room. We had a great relationship with the Cliffords. I even dated their son; Lucas Clifford. Although our relationship had been on a break for quite some time. I placed the bag which the maid had given to me on the bed.

"Time to open it" I said to myself.

The contents shocked me. Inside the box was a brand new phone. I picked it up and read the note beside it, "Your phone must have gotten bad when it fell into my pool, take this and use it instead."

"No way" I said to myself as I switched on the phone.

It screamed luxury, I knew that my mom won't be able to get me such an expensive phone and I will have to save for donkey years before I could afford something like that.

The truth was that my phone which fell into the pool was still in good condition. I smiled as I looked into the box which contained something else in it. I almost screamed as I admired the panties that came along with the lingerie set. There was a note attached to it too, "sorry for ripping off your panties, take this instead"

I rummaged through the box, checking if there was any item left. These were all. I tried on the lingerie and stood in the mirror, admiring how alluring it made me look.

"This man must be really rich to throw money at me this way" I thought gleefully.

My smile disappeared as I remembered how he mentioned not wanting a virgin. The blue light from my phone interrupted me and I rushed towards it, a message from Lucas Clifford appeared on the screen, "Hey babe".

I thought before replying, sending a "Hey Lucas"

Lucas: It's hey Lucas now, not hey boo. He added a frowning emoji.

Me: Hey baby boo

Lucas: I'm coming over to your place tonight. I've really missed seeing your face.

Me: I miss you too

Lucas: Send me your pictures

I leaned my back on the wall, took a cute selfie and sent it to him.

Lucas: Send me something kinky, send it to my second line, this one will almost go off

This was not the first time he was asking me to send kinky photos. He had a lot of my nudes on his phone. "Funny right, how I'm still a virgin but I have sent tons of nudes to my boyfriend, just topless ones though,"

I took off my top, trying my best to give a sexy pose as I took a selfie, exposing my tender breasts. Without hesitation, I forwarded the pictures to Lucas's second line. I put down my phone and waited for his reply. He gave no response. I picked up the phone wondering what the problem was, when a message appeared on my screen, "What is the meaning of this?"

"Didn't you like it?" I asked.

"I did, but I never asked you to send me any pictures."

"Huh," I stared at my phone in confusion, then it dawned on me that I had sent the picture to the wrong number. The number was saved as Clifford 2 on my phone. I panicked as I wondered who I had sent the lewd pictures to.

"Who is this?" I asked.