Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

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Stella walked home from work, staring at the ground and contemplating what had just happened to her. She didn’t think it was bad… nor did she find it un-enjoyable, she just wasn’t sure what she should tell James. “Should I tell him what really happened?” she thought, “No, I’ll just tell him I work with the elderly.” As she walked down the street, she could feel the liquids leaving her body and flowing down her legs. It was a weird feeling, to be unable to control the loss of juices. She wished that they had at least given her something to clean herself, but they didn’t so she was forced to walk home with no underwear and a leaking body. The juices were still warm as they flowed down her thighs causing her to feel slightly turned on again. They …show more content…

She could see James coming down the street on the other side, completely covered in dust and dirt. Stella hurried her pace so she could get to the house before him, she wanted to jump in the shower and clean herself up so he wouldn’t notice anything. James was still at least 3 blocks away when Stella entered the front door, ran upstairs, and entered the bathroom. She quickly pulled off her soiled, sticky clothes and threw them into a drawer. Her thighs were still dripping and extremely sticky. She could feel the fluids bush their way past her folds as they began their descent to the ground. Even her breasts were sticky from the giant load that she took in the mouth. There was not a single part of her body that was clean; each area had juices from at least one of them men. When the water was warm, Stella jumped into the shower. The warmth of the water flowed down her entire body, washing away all the impurities. Frantically, she scrubbed her body from head to toe; only stopping to use the handheld shower on her nether regions. She wanted to ensure that every part of her was clean, that not a single remnant of those men remained on or in her. “If James found out, he would freak,” she thought, rubbing her hands between her thighs, “If he finds out then he’ll make me leave… and I don’t want …show more content…

With each movement, she could feel it rubbing against the raw walls of her pussy. James put one hand on her breast, twisting her nipple and forcing her moans to grow louder, while the other massaged her clit. He used his fingers to separate her lips, exposing her nub, and then he rubbed the tip while occasional giving it a gentle twist. He could feel her walls holding on to his cock and it was driving him crazy, the way they held onto his thick rod and how the walls seemed to quiver against him. Suddenly he grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head back and making her look straight at the ceiling. At the same time, he laid his chest against her back, wrapped his arm around her chest, and began pounding her as hard as he could. “Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me harder!” she screamed as his dick penetrated the deepest parts of her core, but just as she was getting close, their feet slipped out from under them, causing them to

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