That’s not really the title of the story I’m currently writing, but it’s accurate.

After writing about tears yesterday, I decided to try my hand at a story about meeting the girl of your kinky dreams. Here’s some of it:

I reached down; she took my wrist and moved my hand so it was on her head, in her hair, and then she pulled me back into her mouth.

I figured out quickly what she wanted and yanked hard on the roots of her hair. She moaned around my cock and started to get more enthusiastic.

That was when I pushed her head down, forcing my cock into her throat. She gagged and squirmed, and I let go; she pulled back, gasped, and stared up at me. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my cock, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Julianna was about to cry.

Oh, shit.

Julianna held my eyes for a moment longer, and then lowered her head and went back to working me over with her mouth. I kept my hand in her hair, pulling and then releasing, and her moans felt lovely as she swallowed me down. She gagged again, lifted her head, took a breath, and continued; I wasn’t huge, not by any means, but I guess I was big enough to hit her gag reflex, and I had satisfied her last night so it wasn’t as if she didn’t know what she was getting. Still, though, each time she choked around my cock and looked up at me, there were more tears in her eyes.

Then her nose started to run, and I gave up holding back. I pushed her head all the way down and held her there until she started thrashing, and then she tapped my hip twice. I let her up immediately, not even realizing what she’d done, and she got up on her knees, sucking down air, drool on her chin, her eyes streaming, her lips a little swollen. “You…” A breath. “You really like that, huh?”

I nodded.

She took hold of my cock and stroked it. “You’re really hard. Will you fuck me again?”

This time I took her from behind so I could pull her hair some more, and she came hard on me, just before I lost control. I hadn’t had much stamina, not after seeing her tears, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I ran the story as it is (about 2500 words) past one of my beta readers, asking her if I should end it where I did (there’s a little more after the bit you just read) or if I should keep going. She basically said “both”, which, as we know, is super helpful.

I have a lot to do today so I might not get back to the story just yet. We’ll see.

In the meantime, if you want to read another story with crying in it, you might try Lessons, my novel about a princess with an attitude problem and the teacher whose job it is to correct it.