I’m Like a Bird: Raw Surrender in a London Hotel

I’d smelled her on the sheets in his Paris apartment the second I walked in. Cum stains half-washed, coffee mugs in the sink. Bitch had been here. I stripped the bed, tossed towels in the washer. Swallowed it down, made his life easy. He’d chosen her, not me. Two weeks locked in my place, crying, raging. Realized he never promised shit. I’d built the fantasy.

Our start was easy. Fresh off his trip, me newly single. Slid into bed for comfort fucks. Mornings, he’d wake me—hands on my back, hard cock grinding my ass. I’d freeze, push back, invite it. He’d finger me to shaking orgasm. Then I’d spin, suck his throbbing head, tongue swirling, pump till he exploded in my mouth. Gulped every drop, loving the salt. Only once he fucked me deep. Rest was teasing bliss.

The Approach: Tension Ignites

Now? Just sharing the bed, no touch. I ached beside him, silent. Last time we banged, pure fire—marked my soul. But words ruined it. Mine, spilling feelings. His prison. Mine, freedom.

London hotel, his send-off trip. I hoped new walls sparked him. Night one, nothing. Pussy swollen, clit pulsing. Slipped to bathroom, shed nightie. Pinched nipples hard. Fingers dove into slick folds, thumb on clit. Sucked others, rammed one, two, three into my ass. Fucked myself double, came hard, shaking. Showered, crawled back. He slept, back turned. Tears hit, I bolted for streets, still horny for him.

Back later, he critiqued my vibe, booze fueling it. Forgave all. Last night, he bails with mates. I wait, phone buzzing phantom texts from nowhere. Heart hammers. Door crashes 3 AM. Stumbling drunk, eyes lost in music only he hears. I smile welcome from bed. Mistake.

The Explosion: Brutal Release

‘Ugly cow, you stick like glue, make me puke!’ Words slash. I rise, head for door. Hair yanked back, dragged to mattress. Fist cracks my jaw—vertigo spins, blood floods mouth, metallic tang. I stay rigid, mute. Fuels him wild.

Rips my clothes, his fly down. Cock raging stiff. ‘Fucking take it, whore!’ Pins me, rams balls-deep. Brutal piston, stretching sore. My traitorous cunt gushes, gripping him. Shame floods, but hips buck. ‘Tight slut, milk me!’ Grunts filthy, booze breath hot. I twist face away. Slams harder, balls slapping wet. Hate-lust builds, clit grinding his base. He roars, floods me hot cum. Rolls off, out cold.

Morning, acts normal. Ignores swollen jaw. Coffee, croissants fetched. Banter light, him on flight home. No sorry. Drive to airport, gut twisting. Cheek peck, gone. Back to Paris flat, fling doors open. Terrace void calls. Nothing touches me. Song loops: I’m like a bird. Jump, he’d said. Free.