The Fall After The Night by Hannah

The Fall After The Night

by Hannah

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

After that night at the hotel Hannah was devastated.  She had planned that night for weeks she did not get to do any of the things she had planned.  It was as if Sam showed up just to be an ass and fuck her then dump her.

October came and went and Hannah’s mojo was gone just gone.  She was losing herself and she knew it.  Spending her time not being horny for a change at first was nice, she was accomplishing a lot of task because she was not distracted with getting laid for a change.

November comes and she starts to worry.  She does not like the idea that Sam has so much control over her.  He is after all just a man so why is she letting him affect her mood.  Her normally happy go lucky carefree self.  Where the fuck did she go?  Hannah has no idea.  Is she like a leaf in that Robert Frost poem?  Is her golden happy go lucky attitude gone forever?

December comes about and Hannah’s mojo returns, it is sketchy at first.  One day horny one day not, one day horny, two days not for a couple of weeks but she knows the fog is lifting.  She has seen Sam a handful of times and it is always the same conversation.

“Why are you doing this?” Hannah will ask.

“I don’t know.  When I figure it out I will let you know,” Sam will state.

Once Hannah’s mojo returned she would say “I can’t believe you won’t give me any.” 

Sam would state “I am getting the short end of this deal.”

That would only confuse Hannah.  How can a man state he wants to be with you, same man knows he can be with you but then choose not to be with you?  Hannah decides Sam is too fucked up for words and decides alright girl it is time to pull yourself up by your boot straps and carry on!.

It is January and February is coming soon it will be the anniversary of the first time they had sex.  Time to do some soul searching!  Hannah needs to really get her head straight and move on it has been four months since that night in the hotel.  Hannah needs to move past it and move on and most of all just be her happy self!

She thinks about the first night they were together sexually.  It lasted like five minutes and was not all that to say the least.  Hannah almost did not go back for seconds but Malinda convinced her to give him another chance stating first times are awkward.  It had been so long since Hannah had been with anyone new so she agreed.

Thinking back Hannah remembered him acting like he was worried she was falling in love with his ass.  Malinda and Hannah would laugh for hours over this ego of his.  Then Sam started saying things like “I’ve dreamed of a women like you my whole life” or “I’ve wished for you” and Hannah’s favorite “If I can’t have what I want I don’t want anything at all and the only thing I want is my Cherokee woman”.

Sam made time for Hannah everyday talking on the phone and texting her.  He had become her best friend.  She wanted to try everything with him.  Before him she was a prude and kind of uptight about sex.  Missionary and doggie style was it and blow jobs were issued in orders “you warn me because if you come in my mouth I will never suck this again” so the few she had given blow jobs to adhered to her rule.

Hannah wanted to try everything with Sam.  Looking back she has no idea why or what it was about Sam that instantly had her attention he just had it.  Hannah was used to getting her way and he was not giving her what she wanted anymore and it was making her crazy.  He went from being Sam her Sexy Agreeable Man to being Sam her Stupid Ass Man! 

Hannah had thought she was just in love with the sex and that in time she could fall for him as well.  Then the sex was gone and she tried like hell to get him back when her mojo returned but to no avail.  Then she told him to take his friendship and shove it square up his ass till he fucking choked to death on it.  The next day she felt like shit like her heart had been ripped out and stomped all over and like she was just being a mean bitch because he had broke her heart.

Hannah apologized for that outburst but in reality she had to face the facts somewhere along the line she had fallen in love with him not just the sex.  The reality of that fact shook her to her very core at her age she did not believe in love anymore it was for suckers and tree huggers.  Hannah thinks of the poem again and can’t help but say a little prayer of “this too shall pass”. 

Sam’s birthday arrives in February and there is a small party for him.  Hannah decides okay she is strong enough to attend.  She can be around him and not cry, and not beg for sex it is over.

At the party Hannah is having fun cutting up and laughing with everyone.  Just to be a smart ass she gives Sam a bottle of Two Finger Tequila” for his birthday.  One reason is she had told him that song “You and Tequila” reminded her of him and second reason he never could get two of his massive fingers in her. 

All the sudden everyone disappears almost like it is planned for them to be alone.  Once alone Hannah says “I have one more present for you”

“Oh yeah,” said Sam.

“Yep I have decided you can date whomever you want you do not have to worry about it upsetting me to hear about it or anything,” Hannah states.

“I am glad to hear it,” Sam says quietly, “I do not have anyone in mind though nobody catches my eye but you, you’re the only person that catches my eye.”

“Asshole” Hannah states “ASSHOLE then why are you doing this to me!”

“I am not doing this to you I am cheating myself!” Sam states.

“Then why are you cheating the both of us?” Hannah asks pleadingly “You want what you can have but you're saying no and I just don’t get it?”

“I don’t either when I do you will be the first to know,” he says laughing.

“I have tried everything I know, I’ve begged, threatened, hell I even tried to tempt you with hair laser removal treatments that is when I knew it was over,” Hannah blurts out.

“How is that?” Sam questions.

“Come on you don’t even care to know how much hair is left if any which showed me you have no interest in me what so ever,” Hannah states.

“I have wondered,” Sam states honestly.

“I even tried to make you jealous by bringing John around and that didn’t work!” Hannah is just exasperated at this point.  She just doesn’t want to want him anymore.

“How do you know it didn’t work?” Sam asks

“Well you didn’t come running back now did ya?’ Hannah states then continues “You know how I feel about John.  He is my friend and thanks to him I kept my numbers low.  John knows all about you he knows I will not get involved with him till I am over you.  He is dying to take your place.  I just don’t get it probably never will.  To be honest I am tired of it and I need to move on.  Anyways I have said what I wanted which is date who you want. I got to go Happy Birthday.”   With this Hannah gets up to leave.  Sam stands up to so she turns to hug Sam bye and wraps her arms up around his neck. 

“You look really good tonight by the way,” He states noticing her skinny jeans and GA Bulldog t-shirt that is strained and stretched against her chest.

“Thank you,” says Hannah still huddled up against him as he slides his hands under her shirt.  “I don’t want to let go.”

She leans back and he kisses her his hands still rubbing up and down her back inching there way to the front.  “I think I am going to have to bite you,” Hannah states laughing and standing on her tip toes and nibbles his ear.

“Wonder if your car is warm?” Sam asks not wanting the ragging his roommates would give him over screwing Hannah.

“Yes” Hannah mumbles as his hands finally reaches and cups over her breasts.  Sam touching her after all this time just melts her instantly.  They make a run for the car and get in the back.

“Okay but you don’t get any for three months,” Sam states.

“I’ll worry about that tomorrow,” Hannah says laughing.

“or maybe next week who knows with my ass!” Sam says laughing.

Hannah is straddling him and he is kissing her.  Really kissing her not his grandma dorky kisses but his passionate I want you kisses that really make her crazy.  He reaches back and unhooks her bra and reaches around and is fondling her tits.

Hannah is grabbing for his belt.  She eases off to one side and he is easing his pants down.  She reaches out and wraps her hand around his hard dick.  She had almost forgotten how wonderfully thick it is. 

His hand is going down her pants and purple g-string panties as he is sucking her left nipple.  The moment his finger grazes across her clit she remembers how very good Sam is with those hands.  He wastes no time bringing her to a fevered pitch. 

Sliding his finger in and out of her and rubbing her clit all while kissing her.  Hannah is in heaven she never wants this to end.  This was the Sam she knew and loved, a tender, passionate and sexy as hell man.

“You keep doing that and I will not need this,” Hannah states while stroking his cock.

“You keep doing that and I won’t either,” Sam says while moving on top of her “but then neither one of us would get to enjoy this.”

Hannah keeps her hand wrapped around his shaft not wanting a repeat of the first time where he rammed it in and split her.  He either remembers or senses something because he takes his time and eases it in a little at a time. 

All Hannah can think is damn it has been five months since she has felt his wonderful dick stretching her open.  He had to feel it as well.  The sex between them was amazing to say the least.  Why would Sam cheat himself out of this everyday?  Brain damage he must be suffering from brain damage.

“Oh Jesus!” Hannah says as she starts to cum which she started when he got it about half way in.

Her hand is still grasping some of his penis she lets go and starts rubbing his beautiful full balls.  She is dripping wet now and he is sliding in and out of her all while she is rubbing his balls. A few minutes later…

“Oh Jesus!” Hannah calls out as she is coming again.  She lets go of his balls and reaches around and grabs his nice ass.  Gasping for air as every nerve in her body contracts her nipples are standing straight out.  Sam sucks one of her nipples into his mouth making her cunt twitch with delight.

“Want me to get on top?” Hannah asks

“Sure,” Sam replies while rolling over.

Hannah climbs on top of him and grasps his dick and is inserting right back where it belongs.

“Why would you not want this every day….Why??”  Hannah mumbles in disbelief that this feels anything less than amazing to him as well.

Sam says nothing but takes turns sucking her nipples till she comes again.  Then he grabs her by the hips and holds her still.

“Everything okay?” Hannah asks

“I just want to savor this,” Sam says.

“Great idea, me too,” Hannah says.

She notices her bra is getting in the way so still straddling him with his cock buried inside of her she removes her shirt and bra.  Then she reaches down and pulls his t-shirt up exposing his very sexy chest.  She leans down and licks his hard nipples and start slowly moving her hips again.

Sam takes her boobs and starts shaking them then he put his hands on top of them and starts rubbing them up and down.  He is playing with her tits like a teenage boy that has never seen a pair of them before. 

“You want back on top?” Hannah asks after a few more minutes.

“Okay,” Sam says.

Once he is back on top he grabs her hand and moves it down.  She knows what he wants and is more than happy to please him.  She reaches down and starts rubbing his balls that are dangling down.  She wishes she could take one into her mouth.  Sam is kissing her everywhere.

He is kissing her up and down her neck.  He is also taking his penis almost completely out of her.  She can feel the cool air on her wet crotch. She can feel the ridge along the head of his cock sliding in and out of her.  The sensation of him teasing her with just the head of his dick, while kissing up and down her neck is too much. 

“Oh Jesus! OH JESUS!” Hannah blurts out as she is coming again.

A moment later Sam lets out a small groan, and shudders as he fills her with his cum.  He is not moving now just lying on top of her trying to catch his breath.  She loves to feel the weight of him and is rubbing his back and his cute ass.

“You're hot!” Sam exclaims.

“I bet,” Hannah replies laughing “I came more tonight than I did in the five hours the last time we were together.”

“Really? I did not notice,” Sam says jokingly.

Sam rises up and is trying to get dressed.  Hannah puts on her bra and t-shirt.

“How on earth did this happen?” Sam asks.

“What’s up?”  Asks Hannah while she is trying to get her panties a G-string untwisted.

“My underwear is all twisted up almost in a knot!” Sam says laughing.

“You should try untwisting a G-string sometime,” Hannah states laughing too.

Sam starts teasing her about when she will get it again.  She reaches into his shirt and is rubbing his hairy chest.

“This is very nice,” she says meaning it.

Sam reaches and rubs her chest “This is nice too”.

“I am nice though and would let you play anytime you want,” Hannah giggles.

“I know,” Sam says “I always enjoy it you know that.”

Sam gives Hannah one last kiss and says “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Hannah says.

She watches him walk into the house.  She climbs into the drivers’ seat and sits for a minute thinking.  Hannah knows he is torn, just leaving one relationship and falling into another one a year later wondering if he is wrong again or going to get hurt again.

Divorce can make you question your sanity in making decisions.  The hardest thing about a divorce is realizing that you trusted your heart with someone that did not deserve your heart and there is no one to really blame but yourself because it was after all your choice.

On the drive home Hannah is thinking that “Nothing Gold Can Stay” poem is not true because it really does stay.  The gold moments are either happening right now or just happened and are a sweet memory or coming around again.  She does not know what the future holds for her and Sam but she knows she will be okay no matter what.  Even as the dawn goes down to day she knows if she just puts one foot in front of the other dawn will come around again.

As she pulls into her drive way she thinks…. Tonight was a gold night, Hannah hopes and prays it comes around again…..soon.

Bought By a Biker by Brokenfinish

Bought By a Biker by Brokenfinish

'How much?'

His accent was strange, not Californian, not west coast at all. When he'd come in she'd seen his boots - black leather workman's, gauged his height, smelled his cigarettes.

Husband had given him a high price, that meant he was somebody, and she'd heard the rustle of banknotes immediately.

Her husband said, 'thank you, man,' and sounded happy. The door had opened again and he'd added, 'take as long as you want.'

Her arms were numb now. Her back ached. Her neck ached. She hung her head.

'You tired?' He came to stand in front of her. She lifted her head, could see his black jeans through the gap where the blindfold bridged her nose, the beginnings of a hard-on straining at the crotch. Was she allowed to reply?

'Yes,' she said, in a voice little more than a whisper.

He took a drag of his cigarette. She saw the ash fall.

'You need to wake up, doll,' he said and suddenly he reached out and pressed the burning cigarette to her naked stomach. She jerked back in pain but barely cried out. He gave a short laugh.

'He told me you're being punished? Wanna tell me what for?'

'I hurt him,' she moaned, 'I bit him.' She squirmed in her restraints. He moved closer and squeezed her breast. His shirt sleeves were dark blue, his fingers covered in heavy gold rings that were cold against her skin.

'Oh yeah? Bit his dick huh?'

'Yes,' she said, with a hint of defiance.

'Why?'

'He spat in my face.'

The man laughed. 'So what are you going to do to me for burning you?' He pushed her breasts together, pinched her nipples hard.

'Nothing,' she wriggled, squeezed her thighs together.

'Why's that?' 

She smelled his breath -- cigarettes and beer, and beneath that his scent, masculine, cool, clean aftershave. He wore brown leather cuffs on his both wrists. He walked behind her.

'Because you aren't like him,' she said.

He reached around her and squeezed her breasts again, with both hands, hard enough to hurt. He came close. She felt him pressed against her naked back and knew he was wearing leather. His hard-on pressed against her ass. His hands stroked the curve of her hips.

'I'm worse, babydoll,' he growled in her ear.

'No,' she dared to say and she shivered as his beard tickled the back of her neck. 'You're different,'

He laughed and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back -- he licked her exposed neck and ear like he wanted to bite her jugular vein. 

'Oh yeah? How?' 

She arched her back, pressing her ass against him, straining to have contact with his cock.

'Because I want you to fuck me,' she said, hardly believing the words were leaving her mouth, 'I want it.'

There was a pause, then he laughed again and moved away. From her left she heard him say, 'that's because you don't know how I fuck,' and then the rope binding her wrists was pulled tighter, higher, lifting her onto her tiptoes, her hips swinging side to side, her shoulders hurting, back straining. And suddenly he was there again, in front of her and he took her legs behind the knee and lifted her, most of her weight taken by the rope, onto his shoulders and buried his tongue and his nose and his beard between her legs. She saw his face, his dark brown, intense eyes, his brown curly hair and his leather cut, the biker patches stitched onto it, as those ringed fingers pressed into the flesh of her ass and he licked and sucked at her pussy. Yes, now that she'd seen him, she wanted him to fuck her even more.

She rocked back and forth against him, the pleasure meeting the pain of her arms and hands and back, making it bearable, making the pleasure more intense. The man's fingers slipped between her ass cheeks now, probing, feeling for her asshole and pushing insistently at it, spreading some wetness from his tongue and her pussy around until one finger slipped inside. His ring stopped him, but she felt it there, cold and hard and she knew he would hurt her with it in a heartbeat. The thumb from that same hand pushed inside her pussy while his tongue moved to flick her clit.

The sensation of having all three pleasures at once were enough to bring her to the edge of cumming and she began to grind down on his finger and thumb, her legs slipping from his shoulders as he struggled to hold her in place and keep his rhythm. Before she could cum, selfishness overcame him and he lowered her, pulled the blindfold from her head and stepped back and unbuckled his belt.

All she saw was his cock. Eight inches long and two wide, she guessed, and uncut and curved to the sky. The head of it was dark pink and wet already with precum. His hair there was trimmed close and black, his balls tight as hell. He stepped out of his jeans, took off the leather cut and shirt but left the cuffs on. She liked that. His chest was hairy, salt and pepper and broad; powerful. His arms were muscled, tattooed. He came close and rubbed his beard against her cheek too roughly to be tender or affectionate. It felt almost like scent marking. He licked her earlobe.

'Untie me,' she whispered, 'let me touch you.'

But instead of a reply, he drew back, spun her around and grabbed her upper thighs from behind, spreading them. Very quickly, he felt for her cunt, lifted her and plunged her back down onto his waiting dick. She cried out. Its width reamed her, its length stabbed her deep inside and took her breath away.

'You slut,' he said in her ear, 'this is what you deserve.'

And holding her up beneath her thighs, bending his knees, he rammed up into her again and again, faster and faster, his beard against her back, her neck, his body hot and slick against hers.

Suddenly he stopped, and she was afraid that it was all over too soon, but he went to his clothes on the floor, unclipped something and came back, his cock red and glistening, his breath ragged and hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

From behind his back he pulled a hunting knife and she twisted in panic, felt her legs shake uncontrollably. He frowned. Then he grinned, a little wild eyed. When he came close she shut her eyes and only felt the cold metal flat of the blade against her breast, her hard nipple, her stomach, her aching, twitching pussy lips. He held it there a while. Her thighs contracted convulsively against the knife's sharp edges and then flinched away. She spread her legs wider.

He removed the blade. Grabbed her wrists and sliced through the rope above. When her arms dropped, she hit the floor hard, her ankle twisting.

'Get on your knees,' he said, but he didn't wait for her to comply. Instead he lifted her hips himself and she felt his fingers pushing inside her pussy. Finding it tighter, he spat on his hand, rubbed the spit on his dick.

'Please,' she said, and he shoved himself inside her again, groaning now at the tightness. He went deep, she felt his balls slap against her clit and she wanted to reach back and touch herself but her arms and hands were in an agony of pins and needles as the blood rushed back to them and she couldn't move. Her face was pressed to the wooden floor.

His finger was inside her asshole again now and he pushed against his gold ring, spitting on it, trying to push it inside, but it wouldn't go. The pain of it was barely a distraction to the stretching, pounding, heat of his fucking her, the deep pain of his cockhead against her cervix. When he pulled his cock out of her for the second time, her knees gave way and she fell flat to the floor, but he pushed apart her ass cheeks without hesitation and she felt the hot, round, huge head of his dick pushing against her asshole.

She moaned, moved one arm weakly and in response he reached beneath her and squeezed her breast, rolled the nipple.

'You ever done this before?' he said and she lied and told him she never had, because that was what he wanted to hear.

'Well, your first time is going to be your worst little girl,' he growled and reached over her to pull his cut towards her. 'Bite on this if you want,' he said, pushing the leather beneath her head.

He moved his cock in circles on her asshole, the heat and wetness making her relax into it, though it still felt huge, and when he began to push again, it still hurt.

There was a popping sensation and the head of his cock was suddenly inside her and he spat again, directly on her, and pushed still further in. His hand was underneath her, slipping between her legs from the front and rubbing her clit, pinching it, rubbing it more, slipping inside her pussy and out again. She relaxed, even pushed back a little, and felt his cock slide all the way. He grabbed her hips and she moaned and moved a weak hand beneath herself to touch her clit.

He was fucking her ass. Slowly at first as the tightness hurt him too, a little, but then he was pounding her again and she felt his cock swell inside her, hot and thick.

'I'm going to give it to you baby, I'm going to,' he said, and he pulled out of her asshole, leaving her empty and weak. He flipped her onto her back as the first spurts of his cum flew from his cock and hit her on the stomach, on the chest, on her neck, in her hair. The last spunk he aimed at her cunt, putting the head of his dick against her pussy lips and rubbing up and down. She felt the hot liquid, the twitch and spasm of his orgasm on her clit.

The man fell forward against her, his own cum spread between them, and he bit her. Her breast, the soft flesh on her inner arms and thighs, her neck. He marked her hard with his teeth and it seemed as if he would like to do more, to really devour her. He growled with pleasure, shook his head, wiped the cum out of his beard and smeared it back onto her. Then he lay back naked beside her on the floor, his cock still half awake, against his stomach. He crooked his arm behind his head.

'That was good babydoll' he murmured, 'consider yourself punished.'