The Apology

It was a stupid argument. One that never should have happened.And it was my fault. But Clinton had left the house, and I was devastated. I always thought that communication was key to a relationship, and now I was heartbroken. I thought and thought over and over in my head what I could have done or said differently. I'm no angel. I know this. I've made huge mistakes in our relationship. I was the first to admit it. But I never thought he'd just walk away.

That evening, he didn't come home. I ran scenarios through my head about what could have happened. Was he hurt? Had he been in an accident? Was he so angry that we were finished? Had he gone to the arms of another woman? My heart ached. My head swam.

At 1:00am, I turned off the lights and went to bed. I stripped out of my clothes, and put on his bathrobe. I could smell him in it. It was a comfort, but made me sad at the same time. Would I get to hold him again? Would I feel his tender touch on my skin? Would I feel his lips on mine? Would I ever feel that magnificent cock cum inside me again?

My clit tingled at the thought of Clinton inside me. How can I be sad and horny at the same time? As my hands slid over my nipples and down to my bush, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him inside me at that moment. I slid my fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to my clit. I could feel it engorge and stiffen under the machinations of my fingers. I thought back to the last time we had made love. It had been a quickie that morning. He'd awakened me with his tongue manipulating my clit and his fingers in my ass. I thought back to when he turned me over on my stomach and went to work on my ass with his tongue. I had pulled myself up onto my knees and elbows to give him a better shot at my asshole. He had tongue-fucked it while fucking my cunt with his fingers until I begged him to fucked me. At that, he'd quickly and f***efully jammed his rock hard cock in my soaking wet pussy. I came in waves as he fucked me furiously, before cumming with great f***e into my waiting cunt. Remembering that morning, I rubbed my clit furiously until I came, moaning so loudly that I didn't hear the bedroom door open. When I opened my eyes, I saw Clinton standing over me.

"I'm so sorry, baby", I told him, as I pulled myself upright in bed. He sat down next to me and looked into my eyes. I could feel them welling up with tears as he put his arms around me and held me tight. "I'll never leave you again, honey", he whispered in my ear. I hugged him so hard; it was though I was holding on for dear life. I knew I didn't want to lose this amazing man. "I love you so much", I cried into his shoulder. He pulled himself away and put his hand on my chin, bringing my gaze to his own. He leaned in and kissed me, softly. I kissed him back in the same manner, at first, before kissing him harder. Hungrily, I sucked his tongue into my mouth. His robe was open, and he slid one hand inside to my breast. He manipulated the large brown nipple with his thumb. I pulled him away and pulled his t-shirt up over his head. I stood up, and pulled him to his feet before I undid the button and fly of his jeans and slid them and his underwear to the floor. "Sit down", I commanded softly. He complied. I leaned down and kissed him again, then slowly worked my way down his chest, stopping briefly to play with his nipples with my tongue. I continued down his chest and over his belly until I got to his cock. His beautiful, glorious cock. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his head, so he could watch me. I looked up at him as I slid his cock across my lips. I parted my lips slightly and let the roughness of my tongue slide up and down his cock.I kneaded his balls with one hand while I licked and sucked his hard prick.

"Scooch back", I demanded. He slid his ass back further on to the bed, and I grabbed his ankles. "Hook your arms under your knees", I told him. He followed my instructions, and I went back to my knees. With one hand on each ass cheek, I ran my tongue from his asshole to his balls and back, stopping briefly to nuzzle my nose into his ballsack as I burrowed my tongue into his ass. I heard him moaning as I rimmed him. I moaned loudly myself as licked and fucked him with my tongue.
I rimmed him for several minutes, stopping from time to time to suck his cock. I tasted the precum; it was delicious, as always. I took his cock in my hand, and went back to tonguing him. I licked loudly, making wet, sloppy noises as I worked on his asshole. I stroked his cock and ate his asshole. I wanted nothing more than to make him cum harder than he ever had in his life. I stopped eating his asshole long enough to ask him if it felt good. "Oh Christ, baby! It's amazing!" he moaned breathily. At that, I let go of his cock, and slid my finger into his saliva-soaked asshole. He moaned loudly. I turned my finger up and began carefully massaging his prostate. Precum oozed from his cock like a river. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth as not to waste a drop.

His cock was rock hard. "Honey, I want to fuck you", he moaned. I looked up at him with denial in my eyes, and his cock in my mouth. I synched the rhythm of cocksucking with the rhythm of my finger sliding in and out of his asshole. I stopped sucking long enough to tell him "No way, baby; not tonight." Once his cock was back in my mouth, it was a matter of seconds before I felt it tensing in my mouth, nearing orgasm. I parted my lips, and pulled his cock from my mouth. With my mouth gaping open, he came all over my lips and tongue. I looked at him while I licked my lips, before swallowing his huge load. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I knew he loved me. I could feel it. He motioned for me to come to him. I stood up, dropped the robe to the floor and climbed into bed beside him. I slid my shoulder into the crook of his armpit, and laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arm around him. "I'm sorry, Q. I never want to lose you", I told him. "You won't", he replied. We laid like that until we both drifted to sl**p.
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2 years ago
Really love the make up sex!!! awesome story and profile
2 years ago
2 years ago
makes me horny
2 years ago
wow she can get juices going cant she! Great story.
2 years ago
very good
2 years ago
great story...
2 years ago
Holy crap, that was a 5 kleenex clean up after that! great story look forward to more.
2 years ago
OMG, I think that this story just captivated me into a new world of ecstasy :) thank you for sharing your talent!
2 years ago
@ the comment by sometimesbored..yes your right fighting sucks, but making up is ALL GOOD!!!!!
2 years ago
wow, you are a super writer
2 years ago
Great story, and sorry it has taken me so long to acknowledge your comments on mine.
Tim xx
2 years ago
great story, wanna be in his place
2 years ago
Stunning. You write these so well. Wonder whether Dorothy could've done as well...
2 years ago
great story
2 years ago
2 years ago
Being mad is sad, but making up is pure pleasure!
2 years ago
Tribute poem

With lightning pulsing in the distant horizon

I sail aimlessly with anchors dropped an adrift.
The tide carries me out with no cares to where about,
until a damsel and I crossed paths one wintry night.

The light in here eyes dances upon the waters surface
akin to moonlight dripping diamond dust to trace her steps.

Her wind-blown hair glides with static steps in the crisp night air.

Lightning flashes a pale green glow as I come to know that I’m
in her thoughts, she’s on my mind, a better heart is hard to find.
Nestled in my gaze I see her smile crest the waves as I dare to
dream, I dare to dream of what the morrow has yet to bring.
So swiftly yet so subtly the sound of her voice washes over me,
every sip of sound found, makes me yearn to run aground.
Yearning the perfumed pull of her warm embrace and gentle gaze.

A fair damsel and I warmly crossed paths one wintry night.

The light in her sparkling green eyes dances on the waters surface
akin to moonlight dripping diamond dust to trace her steps.

The tide carries me out with no cares to where about
as I drift away the days upon the waves awaiting the
moment I have her nestle in my gaze again.

The lightning flashes a pale green glow and I know.
This dancing diamond dust swirls a bridge of trust as her
sparkling green eyes dance a dream like spun gold for me to hold.

Tattered sails and broken boards mended, I have a hope,
a harbor, and dare I a home over the beckoning horizon.

The lightning flashes a pale green glow and I know.
2 years ago
great are a gifted writer baby