As I dance someone’s chest presses against my back. His hands grab my hips pulling me right against his hard body. I grind up against his growing hard on, which turns me on as well. One hand travels up from my hip under my shirt landing on my bare breast the other travels down the front of my jeans. He wastes no time unbuttoning them and dipping his fingers into my soaking pussy. My back arches against his chest as his fingers expertly work in and out of me.

“Oh yes.” I moan squeezing his fingers in my drenched pussy.

“Baby girl that’s only the beginning of this.”

I write to give me hope. We live in a cruel world and there’s more grief and sorrow then happiness. I write to give me hope of the world we could have. A world filled of love, of laughter, and happiness. I write to help preserve the small amount of hope and innocence inside you and me. I write because I’m not giving up not yet.

It’s funny how being nice is actually a weakness. Since we are like they tell you to be nice, to be kind, to love one other but what they don’t tell you is that being nice comes with a price.

Demons, monster, terrible things will latch on to you. Make everything your fault and always pretend they are the victims. You try to help but that’s not good enough. When you need help back in the closet, or under the bed they go.

You realize you’re alone. You surrounded yourself with monsters for as long as you could remember thinking that one day you’ll be good enough for them.

Slowly you become a monster not on the outside, like the others, but inside. You just get this feeling that begins to grow. You get angrier, smarter until finally you bust.

No longer do you want these monsters around you. You didn’t deserve to be stuck with them. Finally you see them for who they really are.

After this getting rid of them is easy because they stick in groups. You get rid of one, you get rid of all of them.

Sadly you are forced to watch another victim fall prey to them. They also are nice and kind and the monsters know. So they prey. Slowly converting their victim into another monster.

You try to help but it’s no use. They have to learn just like you did.

“Black coffee please.” I order my coffee before sitting down at my usual table. Today was the day that I was going to finish writing my book. Sure I said that everyday but I meant it today.

“Back at it again with the story.” Wade chuckles before setting down my coffee.

“Yep.” I smile blushing. He was the reason I came here to write. He has no idea he was my inspiration, that my main character was him and the girl he loves in my story was supposed to be me.

“I can’t wait to read it.” He says trying to give me motivation. He goes to walk away but I needed some information.

“Wade wait. I have a question it’s kind of stupid but I’m doing some research.” I lie. “What’s your dream date?” I ask before I lost the nerve.

“Easy.” He smiles his eyes lighting up. “I’ve always dreamed of inviting a girl over cooking for her and-. Nevermind it’s stupid.” He stops almost causing me to whine.

“I doubt that.” I try to encourage desperate to know what date Wyatt has planned for Taylor in my book.

“I’ve always wanted to just sit and play board games. We’d talk, laugh, share memories that are attached to different games, and create new ones. It’s stupid I know but a boy can dream.” He smiles before returning to work

That was it. That was all I needed to finish. The second I was done. I sent it to my editor who sent it to a publisher. It took 8 months for my book to be published and for that time I didn’t return to the coffee shop.

“Tracey your book is in stores.” My mom shouts running inside my home with three copies.

“Finally.” I sigh as I look at the story that’s played out so many times in my head The Games We Play.

“Mom I’ve got to go.” I grab a book and my coat before running to the one person I wanted to read my story.

I enter the coffee shop but my smile drops. He’s not here. He always works on Mondays.

“Sweetie, Wade no longer works here.” Mary an older lady that has worked here forever tell me.

“Oh okay.” I give her the small smile I can force on my face and sit at my usual table.

“God I’m an idiot why did I wait so long.” I mumble to myself setting my head in my hands.

“She had played this moment in her head over and over again.” I look up at the familiar voice. My eyes widen as he stand in front of me reading my book.

“Would this be the moment? And just like that he turns arounds and asks, Will you go out with me?” Wade stops reading and looks at me.

“You know what’s funny. I’ve been trying to figure out if you’d even want to go out with me?” He laughs. “Judging by Taylor’s reaction to Wyatt asking her out, I have a feeling I might get the same.” I stupidly nod my head.

“So what do you say Tracey will you go out with me?” And just as it says in my book my jaw drops and I stammer a reply.

“I I I um y yes. Yes I’d love to go out with you.” I happily reply standing up from my chair.

“Good because I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.” With that his lips met mine.

Not only did Wyatt and Taylor get their happily ever after but I did too.

I told her that the rumors were lies hoping that she’d believe me. Of course I had her so wrapped around my finger that wasn’t an issue.

What was an issue was when the video I sent to Matt, showing I had completed the bet, got sent to most of the senior guys.

“You told me the rumors of the bet were a lie. I was more than willing to forgive you if they were true but you lied to me instead. Not only that but the moment I put all my trust in you is out for anyone to see. I gave you my virginity because you were important to me. You took my virginity because I was a game to you.” The tears rolling down her face caused pain to radiate through my chest.

I didn’t intend for her to find out that I lied, but of course, you can’t always get what you want. I wanted to protect her from all this but I ended up just hurting her instead.

“Emily that’s not true. Yes I was a part of the bet. Yes I sent the video but the second I did I regretted it. I knew it wasn’t easy for you to trust me and I completely ruined that. I’m so sorry.” I call to her retreating back.

“Yet your not going to have to be that one has to deal with the consequences later on.”

She calls back before disappearing from sight.

It started as one of those cliche moments in the bar. Where you buy me a drink and I roll my eyes but accept it. We talk about little things both knowing neither of us actually cared. We both just wanted one thing.

Finally you invited me to your room but we didn’t make it that far. As soon as we get in the elevator you were in me. Pounding away like there’s no tomorrow.

The elevator stops and you pick me up still inside not caring about those passing by just caring about our pleasure.

Finally we make it in your room grunting like animals.

You had a wife and I had a boyfriend but that didn’t stop us. If anything it made us want it more.

I’ve never done anything like this before. But I was loving it.

Lying me on the bed you pounded away and I encouraged.

We soon moved to the balcony where you bent me over the railing and I moan loudly not caring who heard.

Soon we were both near the end. A few more slams and we collapses in pleasure. You fell in a chair holding me down. Not caring I wasn’t protected. I didn’t move not caring I wasn’t protected.

I left your room that night with a souvenir and a hot story.

The next morning I called it off with my boyfriend knowing he couldn’t compete with you.

“What happened in that hotel?” He asks.

“The time of my life.” I left to find my next adventure.

I slowly push the dildo in me.

“Oh fuck yes.” I moan throwing my head back. Deeper and deeper I push.

“Oh fuck me!”

I close my eyes and moan with both pleasure and pain. I slip off the couch forcing the dildo in me completely. I ride my dildo harder and harder. “Ahh fuck. Yes.” I moan pulling myself all the way up before dropping down. “Oh god yes fuck me!” I scream.

A new sensation goes through me when it begins vibrating. I turn up the intensity.

“Ooooh god. I’m cumming!!!!” I scream lifting myself off the dildo and squirting like crazy. I couldn’t stop screaming. “Oh fuck yes fuck yes!” I rub my pussy squirting out every drop before passing out.

We met really young.

I don’t think I realized I was in love.

I didn’t realize what you did for me until you were gone.

The way you protected me from those who wanted to me harm.

The way my cheeks burnt when I caught you looking at me.

The times you made me smile.

The times you made me laugh.

Here we are years later my love for you only growing.

The thought of you still makes me smile.

The thought of you still make my cheeks burn.

7 years later and you still have this effect on me.

Sadly I don’t think you feel this anymore.

It’s been years since we last talked.

As much as I try to reach out somethings holding me back.

You were my first love and for that you hold a special place in my heart.

I miss you

I love you

Couldn’t ask for a better first love.

As much as I love my job it gets so freaking boring especially within the last hour.

“Hey Amelia can you help this gentleman find this book? I’m going on break.”

“Sure James.” He hands me a sticky note with the book title and location.

“Right this way sir.” The man follows me farther back into the library.

I read the title of the book and gasp. “New ways to spice it up in the bed room.”

“Are you alright Miss?” I turn around and gasp again.

The man behind me was sex on legs.

“Miss?” He asks again knocking me out of my thoughts.

“Um sorry everything’s fine.” I turn around and continue to look for the book.

“You look flush are you sure you’re alright?” He asks placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yep perfectly fine. I just need to take a good fuck- I I I mean a good look to find this book.” I quickly walk away cursing under my breath, leaving him behind. I find the book and turn around to find him not realizing how close he is. I took a step back but hit the shelf behind me.

“What is it princess? Does my reading interest turn you on? Do I turn you on?” He asks trapping me against the book shelf. I cross my leg trying to keep my juices contained. He smirks at my movement.

“Princess are wet for me?” He asks his hand travels inside my jeans.

“No I I I...”

“No?” He chuckles. “Your pussy says otherwise.” He pushes a finger into me and I nearly collapse. His other hand holds my waist keeping me up.

“Baby girl you’re dripping.” I gasp as he begins moving his finger. I clutch onto to the bookshelf and bite my lip trying to keep quiet.

“You respond so well to me Princess.” He adds another finger in and I literally bit the book to quiet my moan.

“Shhh babygirl we don’t want to get caught now do we?” He smirks before nibbling on my neck.

I whimper as I get closer to my release.

“Take off your jeans. Don’t want to soil those do we?” I shake my head as my hands work to undo my button. Finally I get it open and struggle to push my pants down. He pulls me against him thrusting his fingers faster as he hold me up.

“I I I cumming.” I whisper shout biting my bottom lip as pleasure explodes through me. I twitch in his arms as I ride out my high.

“Damn Princess didn’t know you had it in you.” He whispers pulling his fingers out of me. He shocks me by bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. He groans and his eyes turn a shade darker.

“You taste fucking delicious.” He growls. His hands slide down my body as he gets on his knees.

“No please I can’t handle it.” I plead knowing what his intentions are.

“Princess I’m going to taste you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He growls ripping off my underwear. I moan from his authority. He taps my thighs indicating for me to open my legs and I do just that.

“Remember stay quiet Princess we don’t want to get caught.” I whimper before nodding.

I close my eyes and lean against the shelf as I feel him open me. His tongues attack catches me of guard and I press myself harder into him. I pull back and nearly whimper from lack of contact.

“What are you doing princess don’t tease me.”

“I can’t hold myself up.” I push him down and he lays on his back before grabbing my legs and pulling my pussy on top of his tongue.

“Fucking shit.” I moan before slapping a hand over my mouth.

He chuckles and the vibrations cause more pleasure to run through me.

Needing more I slowly grind myself against his tongue.

I under do his pants and pull out his eager member. His groans muffled by my pulsating pussy.

“Eat that pussy good and I’ll treat you like a king.” I whisper causing him to hurry his moments. My lips latch around his tip and lick off the precum already coming out. I pump my mouth up and down sucking occasionally.

As my second orgasm built up I sped up. His hands made there way to my head as he continues punishing my pussy. He slams my head down and hold me down as he cums. I swallow every drop before releasing my own orgasm. I squirm on his face trying to ride it out but the flicks on his tongue make it impossible. I squirt so forcefully causing me to squeal. I collapse on him as it slowly fades away.

“God damn princess. I never had that experience.” He whispers setting my down next to him.

“Fuck me either.” I whisper surprised by my own orgasm.

We both sit there panting throwing occasional looks at each other.

“Names August by the way. Just wanted you to know so when I fuck you you’ll know who to address.” He smirks and I moan.

“Amelia.” I whisper.

“Oh princess the party has just begun.” He pushes me flat on my back before slamming into me. I bite his shoulder trying to keep the screaming from leaving my mouth.

“God dammit you’re so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Take me! Take me hard!” I shriek in his ear and he does just that. He pulls back and slams into me over and over gain.

“Is this what you want? Huh princess! You want me to fucking destroy you’re precious pussy!”

“Yes yes yes.” I moan.

He speeds up.

“Oh fuck. August!” I moan.

“That’s right baby. I love hearing my name come out of your mouth.

He picks me up not slowing down and slams me against the book shelf causing some books to tumble off.

“Amelia!” We freeze. “Are you alright?” James yells.

“Yep. I’m fine just dropped a few books no worries.” I shout back worried that he’ll come back here and see my pussy wrapped around a patrons dick. The though turns me on more.

“Do you need any help?” James asks walking closer.

“No no! I’m fine. You just watch the front desk and I’ll clean them up.” I yell holding back a moan as August begins to move inside me again.

“Okay.” August doesn’t wait for James to walk further away he just slams in to me again harder and faster.

The only sound was the sound of our skin hitting each other. I just hoped James couldn’t hear it.

That thought quickly left my mind when August latched on to my nipple.

“Oh fuck August!” I moan.

“Oh shit August I’m almost there.” I cry grinding my hips trying to reach my release before we get interrupted again.

“Hold on Princess.” He groans getting close himself.

“I I cant.” I whine wanting to let go.

“Fuck Amelia hold on.” He groans again speeding up.

“Now Baby now!” He groans.

“AUGUST!” I moan biting his shoulder.

“Yes princess yes!” He groans shooting his load into me.

We grip each other as we continue riding out our orgasms.

“Fuck Amelia that was amazing.” He groans.

“Yeah. I don’t think you need that book.” I giggle.

“That was only to get your attention.” He chuckles. He pulls out and I press my hand against my pussy holding his seed in me until I had my jeans on holding it for me.

“I’m keeping these.” August pockets my underwear after getting dressed himself. He helps me pick up the books before pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Until next time Amelia” and with that he left.

I waited a few minutes before making my way to the front desk where James was locking up.

“Wowing closing time already.” I says enjoying the feeling of August’s cum inside me.

“Yeah I know it went by fast. I hardly got to see you though.”

“Yeah I was busy.” I smile thinking about the possible next time.

Oh and there were many next times. He’d walk in. I’d wait for James to go on break before meeting him in the corner. Each time leaving completely satisfied and with a souvenir inside of me.