Simply Cheris. . .

I've heard of getting knocked out by pleasure, read about it in a romance novel or two --- but the experience was way better than the book. When my eyes fluttered open, Rich had a look of horror on his face. "Are you OK?" he asked frantically. I blinked as I nodded. "More than OK." Damn, my voice didn't even sound like my own. "You're still shaking," he said as he pulled me into his arms. I patted him on his back. "Aftershocks, honey. You win, you rocked the bed." Rich's face relaxed and his lips curved into a smile. You'd think that I would've been in recovery mode. But Rich's smile turned me on like a gas lamp. I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling him against my heat. "You want some more?" His lips grazed my ear and I thrust into him. "What do you think?" I replied then reached down, grabbed his thick erection and slid it into place. Rich pumped in and out. I ground my hips against hi...

Rich scooped me up in his arms and our lips were drawn together like metal and a magnet. Lips parted, tongues danced, I felt as if I had a lustful fever. Pulling at Rich ’ s shirt, I felt buttons pop off as the kiss deepened and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His dick throbbed and the vibrations sent tingles through my nervous system and pooled passion between my thighs. We broke the kiss, stared into each other ’ s eyes as if we shared a singular thought. As if we needed nothing more than to melt into each other. He rushed to my bedroom and we tumbled on to the bed as we pulled each other ’ s clothes off. Running my hand down his bare chest as he straddled my awaiting body, I couldn ’ t believe how much I craved this man. Or was it just . . . No, don ’ t over analyze it. Just go with it.             Rich kissed my neck, licking and sucking as if he was enjoying dessert. Inching down the column of my neck he proceeded to...

            Rich and I arrived at my place and I didn ’ t want to leave. We sat on the sofa, in silence – no TV, radio or talking. I just nestled against his chest and closed my eyes. He stroked my arm gently and the next thing I knew, I was knocked out. This was weird, scary and oh so comfortable. I don ’ t know how long I slumbered before Rich whispered in my ear, “ If you didn ’ t want to go to the lake, you could ’ ve just said so. ”             My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself lying in his lap. “ How long have I been sleeping? ”             “ Not long, you hadn ’ t even started snoring yet. ”             “ That ’ s because I don ’ t snore, ” I replied with a small yawn. “ I didn ’ t realize I was tired. ”       ...

              After dinner, I felt stone cold sober. Rich asked if I wanted to do something and I flashed him a questioning look. “ Something like what? ”             “ It ’ s a nice night, let ’ s go to Lake Wheeler and take a walk, ” he suggested.             “ Sounds good, but I need to change my shoes. ”             “ You don ’ t have a spare pair in your car? I know most women live like their trunk is a second closet. ”             “ That shows how much you know, ” I retorted. “ I only have another pair of heels in my trunk. My walking shoes are underneath my bed. ”             Rich laughed and it sounded like a melodic chord. OK, I was...

By the time we ordered dinner, I was slightly drunk. Honestly, I ’ m a super lightweight when it comes to alcohol and tequila, forget about it. Rich seemed to enjoy my tipsy behavior, which included me sweating a lot.             “ I ’ m surprised you ’ re a nice drunk, ” he said.             “ What ’ s that supposed to mean? ” I asked as took a bite of a crispy chicken tender. I don ’ t know if it was the alcohol or if that was the best chicken tender I ’ d ever eaten.             Rich toyed with his pasta and watched me. I put the remainder of the chicken in my mouth and chewed slowly. My body was heating up under his gaze and that was definitely a result of the alcohol. I wiped my mouth with a napkin and said, “ What? ”             “ Hungry much? ” ...