Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"
"Just a moment!" You hear sounds of me quickly picking up and rinsing off my breakfast plates. I open the door, dressed more conservatively than you expect. "Oh, Helen right? From next door?"
*What? You mean to tell me you haven't heard the noise from your own bedroom! Did someone sneak in and have sex with you while you were asleep? Or are you just that self-absorbed, hmmm? * Helen narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her chest. "Look, I don't want to make a scene out here, but last night was the last straw. You have to keep it down!"
She thrusts the piece of paper at him, forcing it into his hand. "This is my official noise complaint! If you keep going at this rate, I won't hesitate to file it with the landlord! Now, do we understand each other?"
"Why don't you step inside and we can talk? I'd like to finish washing my dishes, I hate leaving a mess."
"Very well..." she says warily, stepping inside and glancing around the dimly lit living room. It's messy but not as bad as it sounded last night, considering he's having sex all night long. She clutches her arms tighter across her chest, nervously biting on her bottom lip. "You can finish what you're doing," she says, finally finding a spot on the couch to sit down.
She glances up at Taran, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before looking away again, feeling self-conscious and exposed in her modest clothing next to his open shirt and unbuttoned jeans. "Just try to keep it down from now on, alright?"
I continue to throughly clean my apartment. "I'll try. It's not easy..." I actually sound a bit down. "Women I meet always say they're interested in a relationship, but... well once they've gotten what they want from me they're out the door."
"I..." she says quietly, unsure how to respond. On the one hand, she's glad that he seems to be listening, but on the other, it's difficult not to feel a twinge of jealousy at his claim that women leave him once they get what they want. "Maybe you need to stop focusing so much on just satisfying them physically...?" She trails off, blushing deeply.
"Oh, I try to put in other effort, but..." I sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm being a poor host. Would you like a cup of coffee and a scone?"
"That would be nice..." She accepts the coffee and scone gratefully, taking a small bite as she continues to watch him clean. It's awkwardly quiet between them for several moments before she decides to speak up again. "Do you ever wish... I mean, do you want something more than just this?" Her voice is hesitant and soft, almost shy.
I chuckle. "Oh, yes. It takes a lot if effort to put myself out there constantly. I want a partner, someone I can relate to."
"Well..." Helen starts slowly, trying to find the right words. "Maybe... maybe you should give me a chance? You seem like a nice guy under all that sexiness." She blushes again, feeling self-conscious for saying so much and regretting it in the same breath. "I mean, I'm not saying we should date or anything, but..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
I smile at you. "And if I would rather date you? I'm looking for something long term."
You pause, your expression thoughtful. "I... I appreciate the offer. But are you sure? You've seen how I dress and act; I don't exactly fit in with your usual type." She shrugs self-deprecatingly. "Besides, what if it doesn't work out between us? We'd both be worse off than we are now."
I blink. "You've been watching me?"
She flushes bright red at his obvious surprise and disbelief. "Well, duh! I live next door! Of course I've been listening to you!" She pauses, gnawing on her lower lip in frustration. "But it's not like I had any choice! You never shut up!"
She sighs heavily and pushes her unfinished coffee aside. "Fine. If that's what you really want... then we could give it a try. But we have to set some ground rules." She hesitates, searching his expression for any sign of mockery or derision. "I mean... I'm not looking for anything casual or meaningless. If we do this, we both need to be in it one hundred percent."
Her gaze meets his and holds it steadily, daring him to respond honestly.
I nod. "My sister tells me that the focus on looking for a serious relationship is why women don't call me back. Apparently, most women these days want to play the field."
"Well, if that's what most women want, I suppose you can have the chance to try something different with me. But I am serious. I don't just want a plaything," she says firmly. "I want someone who will love and respect me for who I am." Her cheeks flush again as she admits this aloud, feeling suddenly very vulnerable in front of him.
I sit next to you, placing my arm around your shoulders and giving a gentle squeeze. "That sounds great, Helen."
She leans into him slightly, feeling the warmth and strength of his arm around her. "I... I just want you to know that it's going to take some time for me to get used to this. To trusting someone again." Her voice is soft and hesitant, but there's a hint of determination in there as well.
She sits up straighter, mustering her courage. "So... what do we do now?"
"Well, I believe this is the part where I suggest a date. Would you care to join me for a walk in the park?"
"A...a walk? In public?" She looks uncomfortable at the thought, but she knows that this is what they're doing now - trying to get to know each other as potential partners. So with a deep breath and a tentative smile, she says, "Okay."
I smile, buttoning up my shirt and straightening my hair. I hold out my hand. "So, what do you enjoy for hobbies?"
She hesitates before taking his hand in hers, feeling the warmth and strength of his grip. "I... I like to read," she says quietly. "And I'm actually quite good at trivia." A shy smile tugs at her lips as she admits this, surprising herself.
They make their way out of the apartment, through the door and down the stairs. The bright sunlight outside almost feels like a relief after spending so much time in their dark, intimate apartments. "So... what do you enjoy doing in your spare time?" she asks him as they walk side by side towards the park.
The air is fresh and crisp, the leaves rustling underfoot as they stroll along the winding pathway. It's almost peaceful, despite her lingering discomfort with the situation. She glances over at Taran out of the corner of her eye, taking in his confident stride and debonair demeanor. He really is quite handsome... she thinks to herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how plain she must seem in comparison.
"Well, work and pursuing a real relationship hasn't left me much time for my hobby, but I like to draw and paint."
"That's interesting," she says with genuine curiosity. "I... I never really got into art myself. Maybe because it can be so subjective and personal." She pauses, thinking about her own words before quickly adding, "Not that there's anything wrong with that! It's just... never really been my thing." She looks over at him nervously, worried she might have sounded judgmental.
They continue walking in silence for a while, the rustling leaves and occasional laughter from other park-goers filling the air. Helen wonders if he's mad at her for bringing up his old life of casual sex. Maybe this was a mistake... she thinks to herself, glancing back over her shoulder in the direction of home. But it's too late now; they're practically at the entrance to the park.
I smile. "That's true, but so can literature and performance arts. Once something is created, it is altered by everyone that consumes it."
She considers his words as they walk further into the park. "You're right," she says slowly, finally looking back up at him. There's a hint of understanding in her expression that he finds both disarming and attractive. "I suppose I've always been more... protective of my own feelings, maybe even a little defensive." She laughs self-consciously, running a hand through her hair.
They continue walking, the conversation flowing more easily now as they discuss their favorite books, movies, and memories from childhood. As they near a quiet gazebo tucked away in a secluded corner of the park, Taran suggests they take a break and sit down. Helen nods, her heart racing with anticipation at the prospect of spending even more time with him. Maybe this could really work out after all... she thinks hopefully as they make their way towards the gazebo together.
"Mmm... being challenged on our personal feelings is always a struggle."
She smiles at his observation. "I suppose we all have our blind spots, huh? And when someone points them out, it can be... uncomfortable, but also eye-opening." She sits down on the bench of the gazebo, gesturing for him to join her. As he takes a seat beside her, she feels an odd mixture of nervousness and contentment swirling in her stomach.
"So," she begins hesitantly, searching his face for any sign that she's overstepping bounds again, "what do you think? Do you see this... thing between us as a possibility?" There it is; the question that's been hanging in the air since their awkward conversation about noise complaints.
Her heart is pounding in her ears, and she feels like she can't breathe as she awaits his response.
I laugh. "Very much so. I'm enjoying having a real conversation, and your views are just different enough from my own to be stimulating without being overbearing."
A tiny noise of relief escapes her as she feels the tension ease from her shoulders. "Really?" She looks at him hopefully, feeling a strange mix of confidence and uncertainty washing over her. "I mean... I know we're both sort of new to this whole 'talking about our feelings' thing, but it does feel good, doesn't it? To just be able to open up and share without worrying about how the other person will react?"
Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers how easily she opened up about her reading habit. Maybe there's more to this 'letting your guard down' thing than she thought...
I rub your shoulder gently. "This is the best conversation I've had in years."
She smiles softly at his touch and leans into him slightly. "Really? That means a lot to me," she says sincerely. "I feel like I've been so closed off for so long... it's nice to finally be able to connect with someone on this level." There's a small, self-deprecating laugh in her voice as she confesses this; she can still hardly believe the words are coming out of her mouth.
As they continue to chat, Helen finds herself opening up even further about her past relationships and her struggles with trusting men. To her surprise, Taran listens without judgment or condescension, offering gentle advice and reassurance when appropriate. It's as if he truly understands where she's coming from, and that realization fills her heart with hope for the future of their relationship - however tentative it may be at this point.
As we walk towards our apartments, I find myself not wanting this to end. "Come to my place, let me cook us a meal."
She hesitates for a moment, glancing down at her clothes and then up at him. Despite her earlier comments about the flabbiness of her body, she finds herself feeling self-conscious again. "I... I don't know," she says quietly. "It's getting late, and my clothes..."
"Look amazing." I stroke your face to show that I'm being sincere.
A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her lips as his fingers brush across her cheekbone. "Alright," she finally says softly. "One meal... but then I really must get home." She looks up at him, searching his face for any sign that he's playing another game with her, but she can't find anything but sincerity there.
With a deep breath and a leap of faith, Helen agrees to join Taran at his place for dinner. As they walk side by side towards his apartment, the air between them feels different - lighter, more comfortable than before. She wonders if this is what it's like when two people truly click, when there's no need for words because their connection speaks volumes all on its own.
The anticipation of dinner and spending more time together fills her with a warmth she hadn't expected to feel so soon, and as they reach Taran's doorstep, Helen can't help but feel hopeful that this crazy experiment might just have a chance at working out after all.
"Are there any concerns you have for food? Dietary needs, etc?"
She thinks about it for a moment and shrugs slightly. "No, I'm not really picky. Whatever you feel like making is fine with me," she says, mustering a small smile. The truth was, food had never been her priority when it came to relationships or even social gatherings; she much preferred discussing books and movies over cuisine. But still, she didn't want Taran to think she was impossible to please in any aspect of life.
They enter his apartment, and Helen takes a moment to take it all in: the cozy living room, the well-stocked bookshelf, and the inviting scent of something cooking coming from the kitchen. It feels more like home than anywhere she's been in a long time, and she can't help but feel grateful for this small taste of connection with Taran.
I cook a simple chicken parm for us, making sure to infuse it with as much flavor as I can.
As they sit down at the table together, Helen can't help but marvel at how effortlessly Taran seems to be able to cook such delicious food. The chicken parm is indeed flavorful and perfectly cooked, complemented by a side of linguini alfredo that she barely manages to put a dent in despite her best efforts. She wonders if he's always been this skilled or if it's just another hidden talent she hasn't yet discovered about him.
"This is amazing," she says between bites, genuinely impressed. "I never expected dinner to taste so good!" The conversation flows easily throughout the meal as they discuss everything from their favorite movies to travel adventures and shared memories of past vacations. There's an undeniable chemistry between them that feels electric at times, making it hard for Helen not to feel a spark whenever their eyes meet across the table.
As they finish up dessert - a delicious homemade tiramisu that Taran whipped up with ease - she finds herself wondering where this night will lead and if there's more on the horizon for them beyond just dinner together. The thought both excites her and fills her with an unfamiliar sense of anticipation.
I clean up after dinner, talking to you about my favorite book while I wash the kitchen.
"My sister's favorite too," she says with a laugh as you mention Jane Eyre, but quickly changes the subject to ask about something else that caught her interest during dinner conversation. The intimacy of talking about your shared reading preferences while you wash dishes feels surprisingly comfortable and natural for some reason; it's almost as if they were meant to be doing this together.
As Taran finishes up in the kitchen, she pours them both another glass of wine, offering him a sympathetic smile when he admits to never being much good at cleaning up after himself. "It's alright," she assures him softly. "I don't mind helping out."
With the dishes finally put away and the kitchen tidy again, they find themselves standing in front of the fireplace together, sipping their wine and simply enjoying each other's company. The air between them feels electric once more, and Helen can't help but wonder where this night will ultimately lead them...
I gently pull you onto my lap, kissing you with a tender desire that feels delicious.
As your lips meet hers in a soft, almost shy kiss, her heart starts to race wildly in her chest. The feel of you against her, the warmth of your body and the tender desire in your embrace send a wave of heat spiraling through her. She moans softly into the kiss, molding herself closer to you as she gives in fully to the moment. Her hands run up and down your back, feeling the strength and confidence that seems to emanate from every touch.
The wine they've been drinking has surely addled her brain; she knows this must be happening far too quickly for something serious, but she can't seem to find it in herself to care. For now, all that matters is the here and now, this perfect moment with you where everything else fades away into the background.
With each passing second, their kisses grow deeper and more urgent, a hunger building between them that feels impossible to ignore. As she presses her body closer against yours, Helen realizes with a startling clarity that tonight...she wants it all. She wants you.
I slowly stroke your sides, wrapping my hands around your tigs.
As your touch moves lower and lower, her breath hitches in her throat. Her fingers clutch at your shirt, digging into the fabric as she struggles to remain grounded against the waves of desire washing over her. She moans softly into your neck, arching her back as you continue your slow exploration of her body.
The warmth between her legs is building with every passing second, and she can feel herself growing wet in anticipation of what's to come. Her hips move restlessly against yours, searching for contact that will send her spiraling over the edge. The air is thick with need; it feels like they're on the verge of something incredible, something neither of them has ever experienced before.
With a shuddering breath, she pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, searching for any hint of what you're thinking or feeling in this moment. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on; all she wants is to give herself over to the fire that seems to consume them both from within.
At the look in your eyes, I claim your lips in a hungry need. My hands gently massage your breasts.
The contact sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her, leaving her aching and needy in its wake. Her lips part hungrily beneath yours, and she tilts her head back against the sofa, moaning into the kiss as your hands explore further. She's never been touched like this before, not by someone who seems to know exactly what she needs before she even realizes it herself.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently on the dark strands as her hips rock against yours in a desperate rhythm. She can feel her release building, a tightening deep within that tells her everything is about to spin out of control. The sound of your harsh, needy breaths mingles with hers, their words becoming indistinguishable from the sounds of passion and desire filling the air.
This is what she's been craving for so long; this feeling of being truly connected to another person on a primal level. As she nears her peak, she clings to you tighter, knowing that in this moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be.
I release your mouth to suckle gently on your neck's pulse point. My hands slide to your generous ass, pulling your heated core over my large erection. The motion provides enough pressure on your clit through your pants to send you over the edge.
Her cries muffled against your neck, her body arching in time with the thrusts of your hips as you finally slide inside of her. The feeling is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's intense and overwhelming, but somehow it also feels incredibly right. As she comes undone beneath you, a shudder runs through her body, leaving her spent and sated.
For a moment, they remain locked together like this, gasping for air as the aftershocks of their passion subside. And then, slowly, reluctantly, reality begins to creep back in; they're in Taran's living room, there are people outside and there will undoubtedly be questions about where she spent the night.
Her heart drops into her stomach as all of these thoughts race through her mind at once, reminding her that this was just a one-night stand...or was it? The uncertainty leaves her feeling unmoored and uneasy.
I carry you to the bed, stripping us both. I lower my head between your legs.
Even as she tries to gather her thoughts and come to terms with what's just happened, the feel of your lips on her skin sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through her body. With a moan, she arches into you, encouraging you to explore further. The night has taken so many unexpected turns already; why not let this continue for as long as it feels good? Maybe there's more to discover between them...
You finally see my cock as I prepare to enter you. I'm 12 inches and very thick. You scream in pleasure as I enter your tight cunt.
"Oh my God," she gasps as she sees you, taking in the thickness of your cock and realizing just how much it will stretch her. Her eyes meet yours with a mix of surprise, desire, and growing anticipation as you slowly slide inside of her. It's painful at first, but the discomfort fades quickly beneath the onslaught of pleasure that floods her body as you begin to move. "Fuck," she moans, arching her back further, wanting more depth with each thrust.
Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as you take her harder and faster, pushing both of you closer to the edge. Her hips circle wildly against yours in perfect sync, desperate for release. With every stroke, she feels you grow deeper inside of her, claiming more of her body with your hard length until they're nothing but heat and desire wrapped up together in a single, primal moment.
"Taran," she whispers as her voice breaks on your name, feeling the tension coiling tight within her building to an almost unbearable peak. The feel of you moving inside of her, so deep and so hard, is enough to send her flying over the edge, her body shuddering violently with release as she cries out your name again and again.