Alyssa’s Love/Erotica18+

Disclaimer:
These stories contain adult themes and explicit content meant for readers 18 and older. By continuing, you confirm you are of legal age and comfortable with mature material.

—————————————————-

1. Covid

The pandemic hit the world like a fiery comet dropping from the sky. First, I saw videos on TikTok saying a few people were sick in China. The next day, it was like it was being carried by the wind .

In just a matter of weeks, COVID 19 spread all around the world, devastating everything in its path. I remember I was staying with my boyfriend at the time, Daniel. We had been together for two years, and at the age of 22, I felt like he was my soulmate. Dark chocolate skin, the whitest smile, and a Crazy body. He was really into fitness and spirituality .

We both had lost our jobs due to the virus, and after three months, we realized we wouldn't be able to afford our cost of living soon. He had a friend he grew up with who went by the name JC. He was definitely more hood and a little more dangerous than Daniel. He told us some ways to get some more money ,none of which were legal. But after being hungry with an empty fridge and bills coming in. The ideas started to sound good to us.

I remember lying in the comfort of Daniel's arms as he told me, “He was going to try doing fraud with JC,” saying they could get thousands of dollars. My heart was beating fast, and I was nervous because I didn't want him to get caught. I loved him so much, and the thought of him going away terrified me. “Baby, maybe we can find another way,” I said, sitting up and looking at his angelic face.

He kissed me and said, “Don't worry, JC has been doing this for a while and he’s never been caught. Plus, you know me, I'm way too smart to get caught up,” he said, kissing me softly on the lips. I lay back down in his arms and just hoped everything would be okay.                                                                              

                                                                                  2. Love

We were going up in life; the money from the scams was so much that we didn't know what to do with it. We would get high, go shopping, and even take trips. We had to get the vaccine, though, and wear a mask in public. We went to Turks and the weather was so nice. The Airbnb had this crazy jacuzzi outside on the balcony, and everywhere I looked, I saw the most amazing scenery.

It was there that he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me. That night, we had sex under the stars; it felt like a true ending to a romance novel. We cuddled on the flight the whole ride back. As the white clouds passed by, I was thinking of baby girl names like Ava, Nadia, and Tia. But when we landed, and got cell service again.

Your phone was going crazy, and you were looking anxious. I asked what was wrong, and you assured me everything was alright. When we got to the airport, you were rushing downstairs to get our luggage. I had to practically run to keep up. It felt like we were being chased by an unknown force .

As soon as we got outside, the police popped out of nowhere. You looked at me and said, “Don't tell them nothing, it was all my doing. You didn't know,” you said. They walked up and told us to put our hands behind our backs. I wanted to cry so badly, but I held back my tears.

They detained me and let me go after realizing I knew nothing about the crimes. I cried every night in our bed, thinking about you and our happiest moments. We were so close to having the perfect life together. When they sentenced you to five years in prison, I screamed in court. As they pulled you away, you kept shouting, “You love me.”

You were my everything, and for the first two years, I would always come to visit when I could. I was putting money on your books and handling your legal fees. It was thousands of dollars, so to come up with the money, I started stripping. I was never a good dancer, but I had the body for it. Tricks would throw all the money they had some nights.

I could afford to move out of our old place into a nicer suburb surrounded by good people. After three years with you gone, I felt lonely, and I was getting tired of masturbating. There was a guy who stayed in my DMs trying to take me out. I rejected him so many times, but the guy was persistent. This time, I said yes, and he took me to this super rich restaurant.

The conversation just flowed, and I forgot about all my tragedies. I felt warm inside, and I felt like I could open myself up to this individual. We started dating, and my visits to see Daniel went from every week to every few months. I stopped answering the calls from the prison. When Cam would ask who was calling , I would just say my uncle.

                                                                      3. Four Years

Some nights I would still think about you. I just didn’t know it was going to be this long. I didn’t know I would have to carry this burden. I just wanted someone to take care of me. I was finally feeling happiness for the first time in a long time, and I felt like I had earned it. Cam was a breath of fresh air in the storm. The sex wasn’t as good as it was with Daniel, but the intimacy was enough. I met his mom for the first time after we had dated for a year.

She didn't think highly of me because she heard rumors that I was a dancer. I always felt this passive-aggressive energy coming off her. One time, I was helping her cook for Thanksgiving, and she made a big ordeal about how I overcooked the macaroni, and the turkey was dry. For some reason, Cam never defended my honor; he would act as if he were oblivious. We had moved in together when my lease was up.

That's when everything started to change. He would always make remarks about the clothes I wore, and he started acting as if he owned me. Not in the 'I'm in love' type of way, but I was a piece of his property. Whenever he was gone, I would pull out the letters you had written to me. It would make my heart ache, because a part of me still wished to be your wife.

You wrote this poem, it was like:

“White dress sparkling with diamonds,

The soul wearing it, beauty is timeless.

Wedding chapel overflowing with saints,

I stand ready for my bride at heaven’s gate.

Two chaste spirits forming a covenant

Together forever in God’s summit

I love you

I love you.”

I smelled the paper, hoping to get a whiff of you, then placed the letters back inside an old purse. Burying it under some totes with my clothes in it. I got up, cleaned up the house, and cooked Cam a meal before I went to work.

Tonight, I was wearing this cute two-piece from Exotic Lingerie. It was neon green, and my ass was looking fat as hell in it. It was a middle-aged white guy who tipped me $300 to do a one-song dance. When I was grinding on him, I could feel his dick getting hard. It wasn’t as big as his wallet, and he had the nerve to pull me close and say, “Feel that? ” It wasn’t uncommon for some guys to get like this, so I looked back and moaned, “Yes. ” I bent over and started twerking; he damn near came just from that.

He was giving me all his money, and I loved it. When the song was over, I went into the locker room to check my phone. I had seven missed calls from Cam and one text message saying, 'Call me. ' I already knew it was either two things: it was an emergency, or he was getting drunk again, and he wanted to argue with me. What happened to the sweet guy I met last year?.

He was starting to become a Dick, I thought. His phone rang one time, and he picked up, yelling, “Where you at? “What's wrong, baby? I'm at work,” I said in a very soft tone. He took a sip of something, then snapped, “I told you I don't want you working there anymore.” I took a deep breath, pacing around the dank locker room. Trying to calm myself down, I still had two more hours left here, and I didn't want to go back out irritated. “Can we talk about this at home, like adults? ” I pleaded. He was yapping over the phone; most of the stuff he was saying was incoherent.So I just said I love you and hung up.

The rest of my night was ruined, and I think that's what he wanted. He wanted me to feel bad about myself and my life choices. But I never hid this from him; I was this way when he met me. I told my girls bye and drove home listening to Summer Walker.

When I got there, I didn't want to go in. It took me a minute to build up the courage. I was walking on my tippy toes trying not to make any noise. I sneaked into my own house like a burglar, luckily Cam was already asleep on the couch. I went upstairs and turned the water on to take a shower.

I washed my makeup off first, and I stared into the mirror. I had this cute sew in, I just got done three days ago, and my hazel eyes were glistening in the bathroom light. I really should've tried modeling; I probably could've been in vogue by now. The steam from the hot water was starting to fill the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. I gently wrapped my hair up and took the best shower of my life.

Emptying my stress and trying to remember the safety I felt with Daniel. I was exhausted and ready to go to sleep when I got out. I grabbed my puffy pink towel, and when I opened the door, Cam was right there. The smile he used to give me was long gone, and he didn't look like my lover anymore. He looked like a demon.

He raised his hand. “Bitch, what I tell you? ” he barked. Slapping his hand right across my face. I fell right to the ground.

“Next time you do as I say,” he said and walked off. I lay on that floor all night, sobbing. That was the first time he ever hit me, but it wouldn't be the last.                                                                              

                                                                                     4.Five Years

I was shopping in the grocery store when I felt a tap on my back. I turned around, and it was JC. I literally screamed in the store. Everybody was looking at me. I hugged him, screaming, “Oh my god.

” He told me he got out six months ago for good behavior, and Daniel just got out three weeks ago. He was saying stuff like Daniel had been asking about me, and was saying they were trying to go straight now. I told him I'm in a relationship now, but I still gave him my number to pass along. We hugged one more time, and I wished him the best on his second chance at life. I bought some ingredients to make some tacos for the night.

Driving home, I couldn't stop smiling. Everything around me seemed to be lit up. The colors seemed more vibrant and full of life. When I was cooking, Cam was making little remarks, “Like, what's got you all excited? ” I stirred the ground beef and said, “Nothing,” humming “Drunk in Love” by Beyoncé.

I can’t believe it's already been five years. I couldn't get the thought of you out of my head. I touched myself twice this week. Each time I came so hard when I replayed the sex we used to have in my mind. Cam and I hadn't had sex in two months, which was a huge red flag to me.

Cause he was always breathing down my neck for some pussy. I knew he was cheating on me, but I just didn't know what to do. Maybe it was time for me to move on, maybe it was time for you to call me. A month had passed with no word from you. I would constantly check my phone, but nothing.

Your social media was still gone, so there was no way for me to reach you. I lit some sage and walked from room to room, trying to clear all the bad energy out. Then I prayed for God to send me a sign to show me what to do. Right when I said amen, my phone started ringing. I grabbed it and answered fast.

Not even looking at the number. I held the phone to my ear, and I swear a minute passed. I wanted to speak, but I was overcome with emotion. Finally, I heard your voice break through the silence: “Hey, boo. ” It was Daniel, and his deep voice resonated through my whole body.

“Hey,” I replied quickly, still in shock. It's been three years since we last spoke. . . and I was kind of nervous.

I could hear him exhale on the other side, “How you been? ” he asked. I lay down on my bed, and it felt like I was melting into it. “Life been life’n, but what took you so long to call me? ” I responded.

He started laughing, “Dang, we can't talk first, you just go straight to cutting into me,” he joked back. It was another brief silence, and I could hear the door downstairs opening. What do I say? “I was just asking, but I got to go. ” I could hear footsteps stomping on the stairs.

“Well, I'm gonna text you, ok? ” he said. My heart was beating fast, and I quickly stammered an okay back before hanging up. The bedroom door opened, and it was Cam. “Who was that?

” he asked curiously. He took off his work clothes and put them into the hamper by the closet. “Just my mom,” I lied, as I put my phone on the nightstand. I walked over to hug him, but he didn't hug me back. He just brushed me to the side and said, “I've got to take a shower” .

“Why don't you love me anymore? ” I asked, my voice cracking. “I do love you, I told you I've been working all day and I'm tired,” he snapped back. He was fumbling in the drawer for his clothes. “You were with her, weren’t you? ” I snapped. He stopped looking for the clothes and walked back over to me. “What you just say? ” he towered over me, and I felt small in his shadow. “If you love her so much, she can have you,” I screamed, the tears starting to flow down my face.

“Bitch I do everything I can for you, and I got to come home to this,” he said, shoving me back. I wiped the tears off my face so I could see better. “Look around, is this even a home? We just playing house, you’re a drunk and a liar just like your damn daddy,” I yelled. Right then, I knew I should've shut up. I felt a blow and then everything went black.

I woke up on the floor, my right eye was swollen badly. All Cam's stuff was gone, so I got up and ran downstairs. Throwing open the door, his car was gone. I went back into the house and started rolling a blunt. My head was throbbing bad, it felt like I got hit by a linebacker.

I smoked some indica and waited for a text.                                                                            

                                                                               5. Union

It was late at night when Daniel texted me. I immediately responded with, “Can you come over?” He said to give him thirty minutes. I ran around the house nitpicking little things, trying my best to make it look presentable. When the bell rang, I felt butterflies in my stomach. It felt like a tornado. I walked over to the door and opened it.

I barely recognized him; he had put on so much muscle, and he had grown a beard. Right below his left eye, he had a long scar, as if he had been cut with something. He was smiling until he saw my eye, and his face quickly filled with rage. He walked closer, took my chin into his warm hands, and examined my face. “Who did this to you?” he asked angrily. I stammered, “It was nobody, I fell. ” I didn't want him to go do anything that would make me lose him again. We had already spent so much time away. “You know I'll fuck somebody up over you,” he said.

I was overcome with so much emotion that I started releasing it with tears . I had been strong for so many years, I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I leaned into his arms and sobbed, saying things like “I miss you”, and he was saying it back. He picked me up and carried me into the house. “Where's your bedroom?” he asked, and I pointed to the stairs. He carried me up with ease and laid me on the bed gently. Then he went out of the bedroom and started running the bath water for me. When he came back, he had a cup of water and a pain pill in his hand. I took it from him and swallowed it fast.

Being in his presence was stimulating me emotionally and physically. His shoulders were so broad, and his chest was so big. Looked like he was an extra in a Creed movie. I wanted to see what was under the shirt and the pants. “So why did you stop coming to see me?” he asked, leaning onto my dresser with his arms folded. I was at a loss for words and couldn't find a response. So he filled the space again: “I never stopped thinking about you. Every day I was in there fighting for my life, you were at the top of my mind,” he said, staring right into my soul. I could feel myself getting moist; it was a hundred thoughts flowing through my mind.

But the loudest one was him being inside me again. “I still have your letters,” I replied nervously, looking at the ground to break eye contact. He laughed and responded with “yeah, right” as he went out to turn the water off. Yelling from the next room, I heard, “It’s ready for you. ” I licked around my lips and sashayed to the bathroom.

“Is it ok if I wash you? ” he asked. He was sitting on the side of the tub, testing the water with his hands. “It’s ok,” I muttered, taking my shirt off. My titties bounced free.

He was still talking: “I put some lavender epsom salt in here too, I know you used to love that,” he said. I took my booty shorts off and was completely naked in front of him for the first time in five years. He didn’t make a comment; he didn’t even have a reaction. Just grabbed my hand and helped me into the tub. As I sat down, I could tell he was looking at my scars that had accumulated since he’d been gone.

There was that time Cam threw a beer bottle at me because I didn’t get him the right Jordans on his birthday. That formed a bad scar on my right arm. Then there was that time at the strip club when two men tried to take advantage of me as I was leaving work. I had to fight for my life; luckily, Chelsea came out and helped me. He put some water on the washcloth and started washing me as softly as he could.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you,” he murmured. The bath was peaceful, and it was like I was in heaven. His touch was so caring, compared to Cam, who gave up being nice a long time ago. I could tell Daniel still loved me, and he wasn’t just saying it. When I got out of the bath, I felt so relaxed and serene.

That’s when he asked to give me a massage. I said, “I would love that. ”   I lay face down on the bed, still naked, and told him I had some oil in the nightstand. My body was eager to feel his touch.

The hair on my arms was practically standing up in excitement. When I felt the oil touch my back, I almost moaned. He massaged my body with such precision that it was like he was a sculptor and I was the clay. Every time his hands glided up and down, I felt euphoria in my heart and my pussy. It was practically purring when he went up to my neck and dug into my shoulders.

“Yes, right there,” I breathed, and he bent down and kissed my nape. It felt like it was 10 hands on me at once, the sensations were all over, and it was a full body experience. He kissed me again, this time a little bit lower on my back. That spot was an epicenter releasing an earthquake through my body. “I miss you so much,” I moaned.

He moved his hands further down and said, “I know, baby. ” He put some more oil on my lower back and spread it over my ass, lightly brushing against my coota and everything else. He took his time around all my scars and even licked around them before he kissed them. I was sinking deeper and deeper into his ocean, and I wanted nothing more than to feel his storm. My pussy was becoming a wave.

I don't know what I was feeling, but I was loving every second of it. He got behind me and spread my legs wide open. “Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. You can do anything you want with me,” I thought.

By the time he finished rubbing each leg and was massaging my thighs, I was losing it. I wanted to see his thick dick again, and I wanted it in my mouth. I was salivating so bad for it. All my pain was washing away with every second. His hands were inching closer and closer to my Coota.

“Mmm… ahh…” I moaned. I rolled over onto my back to make it easier for him. But he just grabbed the oil and put a glob of it on my stomach, massaging me again, but this time rubbing my breast and everywhere else. I didn’t take my eyes off him the whole time. Then he pushed up against my pussy and leaned forward to whisper, “I dreamed of this moment so many nights.”

His dark brown eyes could see the real me, the pain, and the torture I endured.  I blinked rapidly to not cry, “Me too,” I breathed, and he leaned in and kissed me for the first time in five years. It tasted so sweet like honey. I spread my legs open wider and pulled him closer. His hands were rubbing around my nipples and then going down further. He was sucking on my neck, and then I was biting his lip, kissing again.

When his finger went inside me, I felt a current run all the way up to my center. He took his finger out, brought it up, and put it in my mouth. I sucked on it, tasting my own juices, which turned me on even more. He took it back and started fingering me again. I moaned his name in his ear.

Reaching to take his shirt off, I wanted to see the real him. He had tattoos and abs that looked so fucking hot. “Take your pants off,” I said, pushing him off the bed. When he stood up, I moved to the edge of the bed on all fours and waited for my prize. As he pulled his boxers down, all I could do was say damn.

It was bulging, it was thick, and I needed to taste it. I needed two hands to hold it, and it barely fit in my mouth. He had never moaned before, but he did this time. I was using my tongue to lick around the tip, then I would go down, shoving the whole thing to the back of my throat, and it was causing me to gag.

“Damn baby,” he moaned in a raspy voice. I was looking up while I devoured his dick. I wanted him to know I was his slut and I will always be. I started twisting my hands as I went down to create this vacuum of pleasure. I could see his body tensing up, and that's exactly what I wanted.

I want him to bust right in my mouth so I can swallow it. I took it out and spit on it, and then I started sucking again, going faster. When I went down, I could feel his body release. My mouth filled up with his sweet cum, and I swallowed every drop until nothing was left. He pushed me back onto the bed, his body still shaking.

“You still got them vibrators? ” he asked. I pointed to the drawer, and he came back with a mini wand. Licking my tongue around my teeth, I could still taste him in my mouth. I almost came just from sucking his balls.

Looking at him walking back towards me, I was way past turned on. I was ready for him to fuck me. We kissed again, before he went down and put his mouth on my wet pussy. As soon as I felt it touch my outer lips, my body started shaking. His head between my legs, me rubbing my fingers through his matted fro.

He was licking me like I was the best tasting thing on this planet. He would lick up each side of my coota, then tease my clit by sucking it. “Yes,” I moaned. Then I heard the wand turn on with a buzzing sound. “You taste so fucking good,” he said, and I could see his whole mouth was covered with my secretions.

I braced myself for the warmth from his mouth again, but the heat still drove me crazy. I felt like a ticking time bomb, and any second I was gonna blow up right on his tongue. I felt like he was everywhere because he was. His fingers filled me, as his mouth licked me, and when he added the vibration from the wand, chef’s kiss, Daniel was a true freak. No other man would be licking around a vibrator to get to me.

“Yes, yes, right there, Daddy! ” I screamed louder and louder. The wand was on my clit, and he was still licking me. It was all so much. The orgasm felt like a rebirth.

Tears streamed down my face. My full body was shaking with pleasurable quakes. I had to push him back because I was becoming sensitive. He watched me tremble with love before he came and kissed my forehead and my swollen eye. “I love you so much,” he breathed into my ear.

“I love you, Daniel,” I said, wiping the tears from my face. This didn't even feel like sex; it felt like a spiritual union. He was tearing down my walls every minute. I hugged him and whispered, “Can you please fuck me?”

                                                                            6. Climax

He was already hard again, and I knew he was going to drill me for a long time. He picked my thick ass up off the bed. My legs wrapped around his body, and we intertwined.

I felt like I was floating in the air when we kissed, our tongues stimulating each other. His dick slipped into me, and it instantly filled every inch of me. In the air, he fucked me; in the air, he loved me. This was a roller coaster, and I was feeling all the thrills going up and down his full length. All you could hear was the sound of our bodies smacking up against each other.

He lay me back down on the bed, and our eyes never left each other for one second. “This my pussy? ” he asked me while going deep inside me. All I could do was moan and make an incoherent sound. I haven't been pounded like this in so long.

We switched from back shots to missionary, to me riding him. Time slipped away, and all that mattered was our touch and our love. His hands were on mine above my head, his mouth was everywhere smooching, and his dick was inside me, pulsating. I could feel myself about to cum again. “Harder, daddy,” I moaned, pushing him into me deeper so he could tap the back of my wall.

Yes yes, he was going faster, and the pressure was intensifying. Please break this dam I built up to protect myself. Free me from all my pain. Give me all your love, and I will be yours for eternity. “I want you to be my wife, I want us to be a family,” he was saying.

As he went faster and harder, I orgasmed. It shot from my core to my brain to the tip of my toes. He was still going, so the pleasure compounded like waves from a tsunami. I exhaled and murmured, “Please bust on my face,” and that's what he did. He pulled out and shot right on my lips and my sew-in, and some even got on my eye.

I had my tongue out so I could still taste it. “I love you so much, Alyssa,” he said, kissing me, not even bothered by the cum on my face. “I love you, Daniel.”

To be Continued…..