Part 2 of my free serial novel, The True Diary of That Girl. You can read part I here if you missed it.
Chapter 2
If you didn’t already realize it, I like to have fun. Clean fun, dirty fun, I don’t care. I figure I might as well live my life to the fullest. That’s one thing Aiden likes about me. I’m not all other him, like some desperate whore. And yea, I said likes and not loves. I’m pretty sure, Aiden doesn’t love me. Well, asides from every Saturday night when I say yes to whatever he wants to do. And he likes to do a lot. Last weekend, he brought over a gag. It was different, I can’t say it was my favorite. I’m not really a BDSM girl, but I do what he wants. He knows better than to whip me, though I’m always down for a good spanking. Some of my best orgasms have been after he’s spanked me. I actually have a pretty good story about one of the hottest times he spanked me. I’ll tell you if you promise not to judge me. I’ve already told you I’m not a good girl.
The Best Spanking of My Life
“Tom, you have to leave.” I tried pushing him through the door. “Now is not a good time.”
“But I need some of your sweet loving.” He grinned as his fingers found my butt and pushed me towards him.
“Not tonight.” I shook my head. “Come over tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Sunday, you know that I like to go to Central Park and write on Sunday’s.”
“Then come over on Monday.”
“I don’t want to.” He leaned forward and kissed me. Once his lips hit mine again, I couldn’t resist. Tom always tasted like home. I’m not sure why, but once he kissed me, I was putty in his hands.
“Tom.” I groaned as he lifted my top up. “What are you doing?”
“I’m undressing you.” He laughed as he quickly peeled my bra off. “So that I can make sweet love to you.”
“It’s not a good time.” I shook my head, but found my fingers reaching for his pants. “Tom.” I groaned as I felt his hard erection. “You have ten minutes.”
“Shh.” He picked me up and carried me to the bed, before quickly pulling my panties and skirt off.
“Oh.” I moaned as he bent down and started licking my pussy. His tongue traced circles as his lips sucked on my clit. I could feel my body trembling as his fingers reached up and pinched my nipples. “Fuck.” I screamed as his tongue slowly entered me. I could feel my wetness on his face as his slowly teased me.
DING DONG. I froze as the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock, and sighed. Aiden was fifteen minutes early.
“You have to go in the closet,” I jumped up and pushed Tom. He gave me a look and frowned.
“What the fuck?”
“I told you, you had to leave.” I pushed him in. “Aiden’s here.”
“Fuck.” He groaned and I nodded. Tom knew that Aiden was my boyfriend and was the reason I was able to live in this apartment.
“Just keep quiet.” I quickly grabbed my robe and ran to open the front door.
“What took you so long?” Aiden walked into the living room and stared at me, before slowly smiling as he took in his appearance. “Getting ready for me were you?”
“Perhaps.” I laughed and I gasped as he pushed aside my gown and shoved his fingers in between my legs.
“I’d say yes.” His fingers stroked my wetness, before his pulled them out and sucked them, while staring in my eyes. “I’d say you were more than getting yourself ready for me, you were trying to get yourself off.”
“What can I say? I was horny.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head before kissing me hard. I kissed him back and played with his hair laughing to myself inside. That was the problem with powerful men like, Aiden. They never thought that a woman would have the gumption to cheat on them, even though they cheated all the time. There was no doubt in his mind that I’d just been in the bedroom playing with myself. He had no clue that another man had just been going down on me. That another man was currently hiding in the closet as we spoke. It made me feel heady with power and I shivered as I thought about how kinky the whole thing was. I told you, I’m fucked up.
“You’ve been a naughty girl. You need a spanking.” He walked me to the couch, but I shook my head.
“Let’s go to the bedroom and you can teach me a lesson there.” I grabbed his hand and escorted him to my room. I was oddly turned on by the fact that Tom was about to watch me with Aiden and Aiden didn’t even know.
“You love being a naughty girl don’t you?” Aiden grabbed me by the waist and swung me around. “You like it when my hand smacks your ass.”
“Oh yes, spank me.” I squealed. This was indeed true. I did like it when he spanked me. He was never too hard, but he was hard enough that when he rubbed me after a slap, it felt good. I wasn’t into hard tortuous pain, but I wasn’t going to say no to some nerve endings being heightened. I ran away from Aiden and into the bedroom and he caught up with me and pushed me onto the bed.
“You’re a bad girl.” His voice was deep as he stared down at me longingly. I knew he was ready to fuck, and that was what I loved about being with him. Even though he was older, he was always able to get it up. I didn’t know if he was on viagra or not, but he always had a hard one ready to go.
“You’re a bad boy.” I reached up and pulled him down towards me. “And that’s why I want you to fuck me.” I played with his hair and laughed. “You need to dye it again, I’m seeing grey.” I played with his locks and he frowned. Aiden hated being reminded of his own mortality and age. I know, I know, you want to know. How old is he really? I know I told you he was 35 before. I didn’t want to shock you, but I think we’re passed that now. Aiden is 50. Did your jaw drop? Don’t knock 50 until you’ve been with a man like Aiden. He doesn’t look a day over 40 and he’s got more energy than men half his age.
Aiden took me over his knee then and I felt his hand hard against my butt as he spanked me. “That’s for saying I’m going grey.” He muttered and spanked me again. I wiggled on his lap and groaned as I felt his fingers rub against me gently as he caressed my stinging ass. I heard a small gsap and I knew that Tom could see everything. I opened my legs slightly to give him a better view.
“Are you enjoying this?” He spanked me again and I closed my eyes as he continued with his foreplay.
“Yes Sir, no Sir, three bags full Sir.”
“Impertinent little….” He growled and I jumped up and pushed him back down on the bed.
“Impertinent little what?” I whispered as I unzipped his pants quickly. His cock stood to attention as my mouth descended on him. I licked along his shaft and played with his balls and I could feel his breathing growing heavy.
“Fuck, you know just how to turn me on.” He groaned as I continued to take him deep into my mouth.
“That’s why we’re so good together.” I laughed and then moaned as he flipped me onto my back. He jumped up and I felt his hand rubbing my ass, before smacking it again.
“You don’t suck me until I say you can.” He growled at me and I lay there smiling into the bed. I thought it was funny when he tried to act dominant. Part of Aiden’s midlife crisis was him deciding to become an Alpha Male. Not that I minded. I liked it when a man took control.
“Uh huh.” I whispered into the sheets and then I groaned as I felt him smack me again and then slip two fingers into me. I came as soon as his fingers entered me. I was already worked up from Tom’s tongue and now Aiden had pushed me over the edge. Knowing Tom was witnessing everything was the icing on the cake. I’ve often wondered why that was such a turn on and I don’t know why. Tom and I have never discussed it. I mean, who was he to say anything to me? He wasn’t my boyfriend. And while Aiden was, it wasn’t like I was his one and only. Shit, to Aiden I was a sexy plaything. Someone that gave him pleasure. And I was happy to be that person to him. Like I said before I didn’t do love.
***
“Tell me three things you like about, Aiden.” Natasha sat back smugly and grinned.
“He’s hot, he’s good in bed and he has money. Lots of money.” I sipped on my Tequila Sunrise and grinned back at her. “He’s the reason why we’re sitting in the Red Lounge right now, in a booth.” I nodded and gestured to all the other girls who were dancing by the booths hoping some rich man would invite them to sit down. They were living the suckers life. I was no sucker. I wasn’t going to go to an exclusive club and hope that a man would see my beauty and deign to make me a VIP for the night. Only dumb girls did that.
“Tell me three things that aren’t superficial.” Natasha looked back at me unblinking. That was what I liked about, Natasha, she didn’t play nice or dumb. She cut straight to the point. It was funny how stuff like that worked. She saw everything around her clearly, accept for what her husband, Brad was truly like. She had blinders on where he was concerned.
“You think that it’s superficial that he’s like dynamite in bed?” I raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes. At this point, you would think that she would get the hint. I wasn’t going to budge from my stance. I had never budged. It was always about sex for me. Love didn’t exist to me. I think that romantic love is a farce. I mean lust is where it’s at. How many men do you know that can keep it zipped up for 50 years married to one woman? I don’t know any.
“Come on, don’t you want to fall in love?” She gave me one of her looks.
“No.” I shook my head and answered honestly. It was true I didn’t care about falling in love. In fact it was the one thing that I dreaded most.
“Once you fall in love you’re going to realize that…”
“Natasha, I’m in love with Aiden’s dick.” I said loudly. “Is that good enough?”
The people in the booths next to us looked at me as if I were a criminal just escaped from prison. I looked back at them and smiled sweetly. I didn’t give a shit what they thought about me. Who were they?
“You’re too much you know that right?”
“That’s why you love me.” I jumped up onto the table and started dancing to the pulsating music. It was loud and it was fast, but I moved my body slowly, gyrating my hips as I moved to the ground and back up. As I danced, I noticed a guy standing next to the bar staring at me. I closed my eyes and moved my hips even more sensuously and shook my hair. I opened my eyes again and saw that the guy had moved to a position even closer to me and was watching me openly. He was pretty cute. Maybe 6 feet tall, with bulging muscles and a thick head of straight black hair that had been recently gelled. He looked like he was an Italian bonehead, but who was I to judge. We made eye contact and he gave me a small nod and a smile. I turned away from him then and continued dancing. I looked down at Natasha and she was laughing at me. That was what I loved about her, she was one of the girls that always had my back, no matter what I did. I pulled my top off then and threw it into her lap. Her eyes widened as I danced in my half cup Victoria’s Secret push up bra. I felt my breasts bouncing as I danced and I grinned to myself. I could see about 5 other guys staring at me now; hoping for an accident. I reached down and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them as I danced, and closed my eyes.
It was only about a minute before the Italian stud walked up and grabbed me off of the table.
“Hey, what are you doing big?” I whispered up at him breathlessly. And no, I wasn’t breathless or taken away by him coming and grabbing me. I really wanted to say what took you so long, but a lesson I’ve learned is that you have to make the man feel like he’s in control. He needs to feel like he’s the one making decisions. He choose me. He doesn’t want to know that I spotted him from across the bar and jumped up on the table to turn him on with my dance, and sealed the deal by taking my shirt off and grabbing my breasts. Let’s be real, grabbing my own breasts does nothing for me. I clean them every fucking day in the shower. You think I wanna orgasm every time I check them out? But that’s part of the fantasy for men. They think that what they wanna do is what you wanna do.
“What’s your name?” He growled into my ear as he carried me to the wall at the side of the bar. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me. I liked a strong man. I wasn’t light as a feather either, so he had to be bench pressing a good amount.
“Onlegs.” I whispered and he frowned.
“Sorry did you say onlegs?” He repeated and I grinned.
“Yeah, I’m sex on legs.”
“Sex on legs?” He repeated like a dummy for a minute. “Oh,” he grinned as it dawned on him. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Sexy.”
“You too, Rambo.”
“Sorry what?”
“You’re Rambo for the night.” I reached up and caressed his hair. “Every Italian Stud is Rambo in my eyes.”
“My name’s Antonio.”
“So Rambo, what’s the plan for the night?” I wanted to laugh in his face. As if I cared that his real name was Antonio. He was cute enough, but I could tell from his watch, shoes and cologne that he wasn’t a guy I needed in my life. I was pretty sure his whole outfit cost less than my bag.
“Wanna go back to my place?”
“No.” I made a face. I had a feeling he was from the Bronx. And there was no way I was going back to the Bronx.
“We can go back to your place.” He looked at me eagerly, most probably figuring out I didn’t live in the Bronx and getting excited to be living it up for a night.
“Hell no.” I shook my head.
“So what then?” He looked annoyed, probably thinking he’d carried me for nothing. I could feel his hardness pressed up against me and I was pleasantly surprised by the size of him. “Don’t tell me you’re just being a teasing bitch.”
Okay, just so you know no one calls me a bitch. It’s one of those words that gets my juices burning. There was no way I was going to let Rambo get away with calling me a bitch, but I’m smart enough to not get angry right away. What does that serve? If I gave him a slap and walked away, he’d be like “stupid bitch” and move on. No, I was going to teach him a lesson.
“I’m not a tease.” I giggled up at him and pressed my boobs against his chest, while reaching down and grabbing him through his jeans. His body went still with shock and pleasure. I know I said earlier, don’t show a guy that you can take charge, but that’s while he’s still pursuing you. Once you’re with him, you should go in for the attack. Show him who’s boss. Take what you want. Trust me, with most men, you better know what you like and how to get off, or you’re going to be suffering through some boring sex for a long time. In out, in out, doesn’t get anyone off, if he’s not doing it right.
“So what you got planned? If you don’t wanna go to my place or your place?” He muttered and I tried to hide my distaste. At this point, any classy guy would say “let me take you to a hotel” and if it’s the Ritz Carlton or Trump International, he’s got a good chance of hearing me say yes.
“Who says we have to go anywhere?” I leaned up and kissed him. His lips were soft and tasted like gin, not my favorite taste, but it wouldn’t make me puke.
“I like where you’re going with this.” He looked down into my eyes and I felt his fingers fumbling around at the back of my bra. His tongue entered my mouth as he finally got the bra undone and I was pleasantly surprised that he was a good kisser, even if his fingers weren’t the most deft. He pushed my forward slightly and pulled up my bra. I shivered slightly as the cold air hit my skin, but didn’t hide my naked breasts from him or from the two guys that were standing next to us and gaping. I gave them a small smile as I pressed my breasts into Rambo’s chest. I turned slightly to make sure Natasha was okay and I saw her laughing and texting on her phone.
“What are you doing?” Rambo frowned as I turned around.
“I want to dance.” I started moving my ass against his crotch as his fingers reached up and grabbed my breasts gingerly. I knew he wasn’t prepared for this. It was okay for me to be dancing by myself in public, but I knew he felt uncomfortable with our public display. My naked breasts were bouncing for all the room to see and his fondling of them showed his discomfort. I grinned as I moved. I was taking all of the power away from him and he didn’t even know it. I felt bad for Rambo. In all likelihood, I would have gone into the bathroom with him for a quickie, but he’d ruined that opportunity with one word. I was about to show him what a bitch could really do.
The guys next to me were entranced by us both now. I knew that it would only be minutes before everyone knew what was up and before I was getting kicked out, so I got to work quickly.
“Hey big boy, why don’t you show me what you’re working with.” I turned around and fluttered my eyelashes at him.
“Working with?” He frowned again and I realized that he was way too slow for me. I kept the smile on my face and reached my hands down his pants.
“How big is your cock?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” He shrugged and I could see his face going red. Pussy!
“I’d say about seven inches, bigboy.” I squeezed him and ran my fingers down his girth.
“Uh.”
“Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. I didn’t think I’d be able to fake it for much longer. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down slightly.
“What are you doing.” He grabbed my hands to stop me.
“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
“Here?” He looked around and I could hear the panic in his voice.
“Why not?” I grinned and pressed my breasts against his chest again.
“Uh, I…” He started and I just yanked his pants down. His cock stood to attention and I stood in front of him and started dancing again. He grabbed my breasts and then started to massage my butt. One of the guys next to us looked like he was going to faint in shock and I winked at him, before grabbing his drink quickly. I took a sip and then turned around slowly before pouring the drink over Rambo’s hard cock and pants.
“What the fuck?” He jumped back angry.
“What?” I laughed and pulled my top back on, and grabbed my bra. “That’s what us bitches do.” I smiled at him sweetly and walked away swinging my hips as I walked back to my booth. I collapsed next to Natasha and started laughing.
“Did you just fuck that guy?” She asked, not looking surprised.
“Nah, he missed out.” I shook my head.
“You shouldn’t be picking up strange guys in clubs.”
“Yes, mom.” I rolled my eyes.
“You know that’s not cool.”
“Yawn.” I fluttered my fingers in front of my mouth.
“I wish you would find a guy and settle down like me and Brad have.”
“I don’t want a Brad.” I shivered as I thought about her husband.
“I want you to find love.”
“I’ve got love.” I grinned and hugged her to me. “I’ve got you.”
“Is that your bra?” She looked down at my lap.
“Uh huh.”
“Why don’t you have your bra on?”
“I don’t know.” I grinned at her.
“You did fuck him.” Her eyes widened and I shook my head.
“Nope.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t lie.” At least I tried not to lie to Natasha. I figured lies to your best friend weren’t worth it.
“What am I going to do with you?” She shook her head and laughed as she stared at me.
“Buy me another drink.” I grinned at her impishly.
“How about I buy you a drink?” A smooth voice interrupted our conversation and I turned to see who had spoken. I was annoyed that a man had been listening to us talking without me even knowing it. As I looked into the guys, blue-green eyes, I felt my heart stop for one brief second. There was a twinkle in his eyes and he had a devilish smile on his handsome face.
“I don’t think so.” I turned away from him and shook my head, trying to forget his handsome face.
“I don’t bite.” He said. “Unless you want me to.”
“What?” I frowned and stared at him.
“I don’t bite. What would you like to drink?”
“Nothing.” I turned back to Natasha who was grinning at me.
“I’m Dominic, by the way. In case you wanted to know.”
“I don’t.” I muttered, without turning back to him.
“What’s your name?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“That’s why I asked.” He continued and I tried not to laugh. That was the first time I met Dominic. I wish I could tell you that was the day I started to believe in love. I wish I could say that I turned around and accepted that drink and rode into the sunset together. I wish I could tell you that was the night where I suddenly realized that I could have the fairytale. But, it wasn’t. That was the night that the beginning of the end began. That was the night that started a chain of events that changed my life forever. Dominic was a catalyst in my life, that is true. He was the man that changed everything. He was the man that made me lose myself, even more than I’d been lost. And I had no one to blame but myself.
The End of Part 2
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