Goodbye My Lover (After Sex Talk)Pt 16


There comes a realization that sex, really good sex can cause several powerful situations to occur. For one it makes you lie to yourself. Or at least make you say half-truths.

I did not bite her as I told her, but I convinced myself that I would not need the taste of blood to get me fully off.

Secondly, the combination of my saliva and her orgasm was more than her body could take. My saliva has a chemical component in it that acts as an aphrodisiac. She was close to her peak when I began to suck and lick her thumb.

Finally watching her body writhe and spasm from her orgasm was more erotic than expected and even though I had already came, her inner walls milked me so hard that I came a second time. Which never happens.

When her body stopped, I realized that she had passed out and became concerned. I pulled out and raised her legs to get the blood back to her head and gave her a couple of slight smacks across the face to wake her. but she did not stir then I remembered there was a pressure point on the foot that if you squeezed it just right it would shoot pain enough to rouse you.

That is what I did, and her eyes opened with her breathing rapidly.

“What happened?”

“You passed out, when you– orgasm.”

The realization of what happened made her eyes widen in shock.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.” She moved to get up, but I told her to stay lying down for a minute. I smiled at her uncomfortably at what happened.

“Please don’t smile at me. I am so embarrassed.”

“I’m not. That was a first that I made someone pass out from having an orgasm.”

I got up and angled myself so she would not see the filled condom and went to the bathroom to dispose of it and clean up. I brought a washcloth out and went to take care of her and she jumped.

“What are you doing?”

“Darlene you just fainted, and I don’t want you to move too much. I wanted to make you comfortable by cleaning you up a bit.”

“Men don’t do that.”

“I do.”


I passed out. I never pass out. He was not my first time and I have had orgasms before.

Now he is lying beside me wiping my thoroughly used pussy and I don’t know what I am supposed to feel.

I passed out so I am embarrassed. You’re cleaning me up and I am really embarrassed and let’s not forget my thumb is pulsing from him sucking on it because I fed him my blood and I feel confused.

“What are you thinking?” Noels asked as he put the cloth on my nightstand.


He nodded but he looked as if he knew I was not telling the truth.

“I did not mean to take your blood tonight. but you offered it, and I was lost in the desire to taste you.”

“It’s alright. I offered it to you.”

“We need to discuss something about me sucking on you.”

“It’s alright I know you don’t carry any diseases. We do learn that in school. In sex education.”

That news must have stunned him because he just stared at me.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, our school is progressive, and they want us to be prepared just in case we make that choice.”

Noel sat there quiet and staired at me.


Who is this woman? Where did she come from and why is the sun going to rise in an hour when I need to know the answer to these questions. Instead, I looked at her struck speechless.


“I do not want you to think I bad of me.”

“What is it?” she asked concerned.

“The sun is about to rise and even though I am half breed, the sun does affect me. I need to go home.”


She looked away and I need her to believe I don’t want to leave her.

“Are you free on Sunday?”

She turned back with a smile.


“I want to take you out and please don’t bring me flowers when you pick me up.?”

She began to laugh and the tension in the room broke. I leaned in and kissed her softly.

She kissed me back and I wanted to stay. I turned around and started to put my clothes on and noticed when she finally rose and put on a robe.

She walked me to the door when I was fully dressed, and we kissed again.

“I had a good time with you tonight, Noel.”

“Just good? Wait to Sunday.” I left her place smiling and thinking to myself this might not be a good idea. I honestly did not care whether it was right or wrong. I am going to enjoy being with her.


I felt when eyes were on me. Eliza was not a person to cross, neither am I. So, when I turned the corner and captured the young girl that was following around her throat I said, “Eliza don’t follow me again.” staring into her possessed eyes.

Then I let her go and the girl acted like she did not know where she was.

(What do you think? I love pillow talk, don’t you? Till next time. Fia xoxox)


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