Another One Bites The Dust

LYRA*

Steven yanked the towel from my hands without even looking my way. Yes, I would have to say that Steven was pissed. I stared down at him as he cleaned himself off with the towel I gave him. He sat up and threw his legs off the couch, resting his feet on the floor.

Steven glanced at my naked body, shook his head, and looked to the floor. "You know I care about you right, I've grown to love you actually," Steven said in a hurt voice.

"I've made you cum countless times; I've cum in your hands, your sweet mouth jacked off onto your pussy," Steven ran a hand through his hair and glanced back up at me.

Is he pissed, or is he going to cry? I'm a horrible human being. I didn't know he was falling in love with me. I mean, I do care for him, but love, no way.

I didn't know if I should touch him or not, so I sat next to him on the couch and glanced back and forth between him and my hands. "I care about you Steven, I just want my first time to be special, and you have never told me you cared for me so," I whispered out as my words trailed off.

"Lyra, we have been dating for six months. I have taken you out, and I have done all I know how to make you happy. I thought you were happy." Steven paused and took a deep breath.

"I can't do this anymore with you. I shouldn't have to beg for you to have sex with me. It's been six months, your twenty-one years old, for fucks sake," Steven said.

Oh, another one bites the dust. Steven will break up with me, just like the others I have dated before him, just because I wouldn't give it up. Six months seemed to be the longest anyone seemed to make it till they wigged out.

Steven grabbed his phone from his pants, and I saw that he was putting in for an Uber. He then stood up and started getting dressed.

"Lyra, I do care about you, but I can't do this anymore. I don't think you care about me at all. You and I, this relationship isn't going anywhere." Steven stated as he gestured his hands between him and me.

"I don't have what you need or what you're looking for. Hell, I don't know. I'm done with this relationship Lyra," Steven said. I sat there, trying to keep the tears from falling from my eyes. Maybe I should have just had sex with him.

I nodded and looked away. Steven said nothing more; he stormed to the door and walked out. I guess he's going to wait outside for his Uber. Maybe the Uber would be a girl, and Steven could get laid.

Steven didn't even shut the damn door. I stomped over, and he was standing there contemplating on whether or not he wanted to come back in or not. I made his mind up for him by slamming the door in his face.

I have a jet tub calling my name. Such an incredible night that just turned to shit, time to wash the stink off. I glanced at my phone to see that it was only twelve-thirty; I thought it was later.

I put my phone on the counter and turned my Pandora to relaxation music. Lit some lavender-scented candles and started the water. I cleaned my face in the sink and brushed my teeth while waiting for the bathtub to fill up. I'm still naked and wasn't worried about it, and I knew that Vega and Jace wouldn't be coming out of her room anytime soon.

I poured some lavender Epsom salts into the bath, turned the water off, and set the jets to stay on for fifteen minutes. I crawled into the bathtub, and oh my goodness, it was perfect, steaming hot just like I like it.

The jets worked their way over my tired, sore muscles. Classes, dancing, and messing around with Steven had done me in.

It sure would be nice to have a special someone to do the honors of a full body massage right about now. But at twenty-one, I'm still a virgin. I've gone through my fourth break-up with no other prospects.

Maybe I am a heartless bitch or something, but what's the point in making love with someone if you're not in love. I'm tired of being alone, though.

I sent out a plea to the universe as I relaxed with the jets, music, and scented candles all going around me. If that sort of thing like soulmates even exists, lead him to me.

I want someone older than me for sure. Guys around my age are brainless idiots, only out for one thing. I would like for him to be successful, funny, and passionate.

I would like to have a healthy man with no addictions; being athletic and well built would be a plus. He must be close to his family and want children. I want at least three kids, if not more, so he must share my views there.

The jets shut off as I was trying to think of more. I sighed heavily and tried to push back the tears that kept wanting to come to the surface.

I grabbed the rag and poured some apple body wash on it, and cleaned off real good before I drained the water and stepped out. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath, and let my hair down from the bun I had put it in. I put the brush through my hair a couple of times. I stepped into my walk-in closet to put on a cute little nightgown.

It was now one in the morning, and I was flat-out exhausted. "Drat," I growled as I got out of bed to get my phone from the bathroom. I got into bed, sighed again when I saw no text from Steven. Maybe he needed a couple of days to chill out. Once I laid my head on the pillow, I passed smooth out.

***

BLAZE*

It has been six months since Jessa screwed me over. Can you believe she had the nerve to show up at my house the next night after midnight graveling? I ended up slamming the door in her face. I didn't say not one word.

For a twenty-five-year-old man, I was feeling ancient, and I'm sure I looked it as well. I massaged my temples, then dragged my hands down my face, a groan coming from my lips. I'm in desperate need of release, but I haven't been inside a woman in six months.

I did try picking up a one-nighter one night. I brought her home with me after a few drinks and getting sweaty on the dance floor. I fingered her and licked her into a spasming orgasm. When she went down on me, it had been three months since I had had any action. I couldn't hold on and came into her mouth. My shaft was limp as a cooked noodle, so she had left shortly after that.

I banged my hand on the side table. Why did my thoughts have to go to Jessa and my failed attempt at a one-night stand? I mean, why the hell did she have to do that in my bed? I know I was about to break things off with her, but still. MY BED, for crying out loud.

After I arrived home that night, I passed out on the couch. Like I was the one who had done something wrong, and she wasn't even there. I could have slept in one of the guest rooms. My mind was elsewhere though, I almost went to a hotel but didn't.

The thing was, I had never been with a woman I wasn't in a relationship with. So three disastrous relationships make up my sexual experiences. I mean, what's wrong with me, that I can't snag one and keep her?

I know for sure I've given orgasms. I spoiled the shit out of any woman I was in a relationship with. I guess as a single child, I could be a bit of a jerk sometimes. I'm very OCD about my things being mine, and cleanliness is next to Godliness, right? Maybe I needed to find the courage and contact these women and ask them, so I could fix it, whatever it was?

I got up from my recliner and went into the kitchen for my third scotch on the rocks, anything to help me pass out. I stripped down into my boxer briefs and plopped back down into my recliner to get back up to get some lube, a towel, and my laptop.

I reclined back in my seat, opened my laptop, and went in search of a beautiful woman pleasuring herself. I found a video of this gorgeous redhead. Her hot, firm breast and hard nipples peaked at me, and she had a nice plump ass. I knew I wouldn't last long watching this woman pleasure herself.

I have a thing for redheads, which is where I've gone wrong, I suppose. All of my exes have been blondes. They never spoke out or gave their opinions on anything, and they went along with whatever I wanted.

My manhood was rock hard, and my seed sacks were aching for release. I placed a few drops of lube on my mushroom head and massaged the liquid down my shaft. I began to rub my aching balls with my left hand as I rubbed the head of my manhood. I roughly started stroking my cock as I imagined, slapping that ass until her flesh was crimson, digging my fingers into her flesh as I fucked her ass hard and fast.

I felt my release coming, and my balls were stiffening. I began to put pressure down on my tingling taint with my pinky and ring finger while I massaged my balls. At the same time, I was thrusting my right hand up and down my steel rod. Three thrusts later, my seed jets out onto my stomach.

I cleaned up, grabbed my scotch, and headed for the room. It's midnight, and I'm going to be dead to the world in the morning.

Another long day of work awaits me. I drank my scotch and kneeled before my bed in prayer. I'm not a religious person, but I'm desperate for love, to be consumed by a woman who would feel the same love and passion for me as I had for her.

I didn't even know what to say, so I started demanding my OCD ways. Must be honest, kind, and above all faithful. A fiery spitfire who won't be afraid to put me in my place when I'm an asshole.

Must be healthy, must want at least three children or more; I'm all about wanting a big family. Red hair would be a plus, but I'm not going to be that picky, intelligent, and athletic.

I glanced up at my ceiling, pushed a hand through my hair. Must love to travel and be adventurous. Whoever I wind up with must love to fish and be outdoors. I crawled up to the bed and laid my head on the pillow, and tried to finish, but my eyes closed into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep.