Matt....

October 2020........ Chicago...

These past weeks with Sarah have been something of a fairytale. Everything seems to fall right in place. Our conversations feel so genuine and free flowing, our life together feels like we were made as a pair. Being together was always full of excitement, the way she talked, how she carried herself about, how much she made me smile just by smiling at me. I've never had someone make me feel so safe and at the same time so vulnerable. It feels like there's nowhere I'd rather be, but at the same time, I might get lost in it if I stay for too long. She drew up ways of conversing I never thought I knew how to. Dating for me in the past has always been an awkward adventure. I usually didn't know how to act when we weren't having sex, didn't know how to have actual conversations without the regular awkward silences in-between. One girl even told me I was undateable; her words were "You're made for a good time, not a long time." Not that it bothered me much, I didn't care much for her. But with Sarah, it mattered to me how our conversations went. This is the best relationship I've had in my life and my main fear was that I might let the old me, the undateable me, get in the way of our happiness, because although she hasn't shared with me, I can tell that she's been through emotional trauma. Once in a while, traces of them pop up, like when she gets jumpy when I hug her unexpectedly, or times when we're about to make love and her body starts getting stiff and she closes her eyes as if to try to drown the memories popping up. I see it all and everytime I try to make her feel at ease. I want to be the reason she gets over the things she's been through. I want to be the reason behind her showing off her beautiful smile. The smile that makes the night brighter, the smile that makes this dark-hearted man want to find God and thank him for a job well done.
Although there's so much affection between us, I can't help but feel like I don't deserve it. How can someone as despicable as me deserve love so pure? How did an unlucky guy end up with love that seems built on all the luck the world has put together? It feels very undeserving, considering who I am and what I do. All these thoughts run through my head as I stare down my rifle at my next target - a drug dealer who's bitten off more than he can chew. His story is that he rose through the ranks of the drug trade to be able to afford to hire thugs as protection. Not that they could protect him from me. With his fortunes rising, he felt so untouchable. So much that he starts sleeping with the daughter of the guy who put him in the drug business. As daddy couldn't hurt him without starting a war, he reached out to me. The expensive and untraceable medium. I watch him for a while through my Scope, as if to justify myself that I'm helping the world by getting rid of one less evil. But a voice in my head that sounded suspiciously like Sarah's started to form an argument about whether, while he could be evil to some people, he's also a source of good to some other people. He could be someone's son, father and, judging from my current employer, someone's lover. He's a source of happiness to those people. I started to feel an amount of guilt built up in me as I looked at his unsuspecting face. As I look around the room for traces of people or pictures that look like they could matter, I remember that he's a drug dealer. They pride themselves on keeping their family separate from their work for fear they might get targeted, as they themselves target families of rivals. I let go of my guilt as I moved the scope back to him and noticed a serious flaw - he was looking right at me. He froze for a brief moment, as did I. It seemed both our senses came back to reality at the same time because, as he motioned to move, I took the shot, sending him sprawling to the ground behind a corridor. I lost my field of view for a moment as all I could see was his feet and they didn't seem like they were moving. But in my line of work, that wasn't enough; I need confirmation. But I need to get out of here first.
I spent the next few hours worrying about the outcome of my job. It was worrying on two fronts. The first one was the fact that he saw me and had a pretty good view of me, so that could be a problem if it got to the police. No one has ever seen me while I worked and lived to talk about it. The second was that I might have failed an assignment. That has never happened in my career. It could very well affect my reputation and further contracts. Settling those worries had proven difficult because not only did the police show up earlier than expected, the details of the ambulance were well hidden. It took me a while to get the details but I did and found out he died as a result of excessive blood loss. At that moment, the relief I felt was akin to being washed by a wave of fresh water after a long day. How could I have almost messed up?

...... This girl is really messing with my head.........

Later that day.....

After the whole ordeal of the day, I finally got home and on getting to my apartment, I noticed the light was on, which was strange because I'd never left it on. I was about to get startled when I remembered that I had given my spare key to Sarah. She could be in there. Opening the door, I saw the most beautiful picture a man could ever be welcomed to - Sarah in a short red nightgown slowly swaying her hips to the magical words of Chris Brown with a glass of wine in hand. All my stress from the day melted away at that moment. I was both aroused and amazed at the same time.
"What are we celebrating?" I asked, smiling.
She turns around a bit startled and replies... "I finally caught a break on my biggest case."
"That's wonderful," I replied. "I assume you can't talk about it."
"No I can't. But you can come dance with me." She said with an outstretched hand.
"No, thank you. I'd very much prefer to watch," I said, shutting the door and going to sit on the couch. She keeps dancing, but this time in a more erotic manner, as if to build on the initial arousal I had walking in. I just sat there, biting my lips with an obvious erection and a smirk. The way her hips swayed from left to right felt like the song was made for her just to perform for me. She had a look in her eye like an angel sent straight from hell with lust as her super power. After what felt like a moment, but was in fact a while because three songs had been played, she came closer to me and sat on my lap. I could see from the nightie that she had no bra on because her nipples just stood firm, pointing straight at me. After alternating between staring at her nipples and her eyes, not sure which was more arousing, I wrapped my right arm around her waist and grabbed her right breast with my left arm to hold it firm as I nibbled on it through her nightie. It didn't take long and she had dropped the hands of the night gown and it just fell down all the way to her waist and I was staring face to face with those magnificent breasts. They looked so beautiful that I felt tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I held both breasts with both hands and started running my tongue over her nipples. She moaned so loudly, I felt my dick throb as if about to burst through my trousers. I think she felt it too because she rushed to unbuckle my belt and zip down my trousers as I took off my shirt and, in a flash, I was inside her. She started off riding me slowly and with every bounce, she went faster and her moans got louder. At this point, I felt my mind was going to explode from pure ecstasy. As she went on, I felt like she drained the life out of me with every bounce. I could feel her getting tired, so at this point, I lifted her up as I motioned to take control. I rushed to take off my trousers completely as she bent over on the couch on her knees, spreading those beautiful butt cheeks at me. I pause for a moment simply to appreciate the beautiful picture set before me. She turned her head round and, as if she knew exactly what I was doing, gave me a dirty smile that sent shocks of excitement directly to my brain. She beckoned to me to come on and I did. I placed my hands on those inviting butt cheeks as I spread them apart with my dick to access the pleasure palace placed before me. With the first stroke, I saw the butt cheeks ripples like waves that occur when you drop a pebble in water and that sent more waves of excitement to my head, so I went on, with each stroke, more butt ripples that I just kept pounding with a lot of joy. I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I was because she just kept moaning loudly and gasping for air. With every thrust, I could feel her getting wetter and her moans getting louder. After a short while that felt like an eternity, I felt my soul about to leave my body as I gasped for air, clenching my butt cheeks as I reached an orgasmic climax.

...... This is a place I could live in for eternity.........