Hungry for You
Copyright© 2014 by Vic Van Maanen
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Miah, barely recovered from a break-up finds fun in a stranger's bed.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction DomSub Spanking Light Bond Oral Sex Petting Public Sex
Miah closed the bedroom door behind her; her heart was still pounding from the excitement of that evening. She didn't know whether to be thrilled that she'd just had sex with a stranger in public or be mortified by it. In the end she chose to distance herself for a while, take a shower, watch crap T.V and then go to sleep.
Miah was just falling asleep when she heard a gentle tapping at her bedroom door. Drowsily she climbed back out of bed, her little baby pink satin nightdress tickling at her thighs as she walked to the door. The tapping grew a little louder as she approached.
"Okay, okay I hear you." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes.
The light flooding in from the corridor half-blinded her when she opened the door, she blinked rapidly to clear her sight. Stood before her on the landing was the last person she expected to see that night. A very bedraggled and sobbing Abby stood in the doorway, dripping rain water on the carpet.
"Kian's gone, gone back to Ireland and taken some bloody skinny, ginger tart with him. He picked her up during the interval, while I was on the loo. I was gone for less than 3 minutes for god's sake!!" Abby burst into a storm of snot and tears and threw herself onto Miah's barely warm bed.
Miah closed the door and traipsed back to her bed, muttering to herself about sleep deprivation and bloody men. She perched herself on the edge, beside her weeping friend and placed her hand on her shoulder, patting gently.
"He's quite obviously a twat then!"
Abby looked up through her sodden hair and scowled.
"But he seemed so sweet and into me, you know? He really seemed to take the time to get to know me." Abby threw her head back down and howled a bit more, covering the duvet in rain, tears and snot.
"Hon, I think the only thing he was into was your pants and obviously the only bit he wanted to know about you too."
Abby looked back up, horror etched on her face.
"We never got that far! What kind of girl to you take me for?"
Miah blushed furiously. Of course, her best friend was clearly more ladylike than herself.
"I'm so sorry, I just assumed ... What with the pair of you spending so much time together ... just a natural progression ... err, sorry!" Miah now felt even worse, not only had she just made the assumption that her best friend would sleep with a man she hardly knew, but she herself had done just that. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself and embarrassed.
Abby stayed a little while longer and since Miah was not really in much of a mood for chatting she soon went back to her own room. Miah was now left on her own feeling dirty, relieved that she would be leaving Whitby in the morning and returning to Durham.
Miah finally settled down in her now slightly damp bed. She just started to drift off to sleep when a tapping started on her door. Miah rolled her eyes and pulled the bedding over her head. She'd ignore them and they'd go away, after all how much more could Abby cry over a bloke she'd known for less than a week. The tapping continued, it wasn't getting any louder but it was more persistent. Finally after what felt like too long Miah popped her head out of the covers, gasping for fresh air and now very hot and sweaty. The tapping had finally stopped she thought. Miah snuggled her head into her pillow and got nice and comfy again.
TAP, TAP, TAP.