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Laying on the bed, Roman scrolled his phone, browsing the latest news. It was Christmas Eve and he was feeling relatively contented. Life was good, his career was fulfilling, he had the woman of his dreams and everything just seemed … perfect. Perhaps this complacency had left him a little too comfortable though. Without so much drama, without anything much to strive for, what was there to motivate him, to keep him creative? Did it matter? Then a certain dread came over him: what if this was his peak? He didn’t need more money, material possessions, he wasn’t in a position to have, nor did he hold any desire for children. Were there even any possible new sexual discoveries left to explore with Gerri? This thought left him thoroughly distressed.
He began rushing to search online for answers, what was the meaning of life, what was his purpose, was this it? If there was nothing left to gain, there was surely only everything to lose. He was happy, but what if this was all a trick, luring him into a false sense of security. For once in his life he was experiencing all things good, but surely that wasn’t sustainable. I’m going to fuck up my job. I’m going to be outed for all my past indiscretions. I’m going to be sent to jail for something. Stripped of my freedoms, my livelihood. Gerri’s going to leave me!!
Why this sudden rush of doom? The internet results were useless, online therapy, philosophy and general advice weren’t cutting it. He felt his chest getting tight, his breathing increasing and rapid. At this point, Gerri turned up fiddling with an earring.
“Ugh, thank god that’s over. I can finally relax and get the festive celebrations – ” She trailed off when she caught sight of Roman in mid panic attack, the color drained from his face, his eyes wide and a hand at his chest. “- oh my god.” She rushed to him at the bed. “Are you ok?” She put her hands at his cheeks, thumbing his face, then brushing her fingers over his forehead, as he moved his eyes at her, his mouth slightly agape and looking shellshocked.
“Its all over Gerri.” He managed to huff. Gerri looked concerned and her head shook a little.
“What? What’s over?” She said soothingly, trying to calm him down.
“Everything. I’m gonna be poor, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in jail and you’re gonna leave me because conjugal visits won’t be enough to satisfy you!” He took in deeper, audible breaths now.
“Roman, Roman, hey.” She held his face tighter, forcing him to look at her. “Relax, ok. What on Earth are you talking about?”
“My life. I’ve got everything I want and now there’s nothing left to want for.” He blurted. “Oh God Gerri!”
Gerri scrunched her face at him and let out a small laugh, still shaking her head. “Ok, I think you’re having a bit of an existential moment. Just breathe.” She perched herself on the edge of the bed next to him, pushed her forehead to his, her nose touching and lips close by his. She smiled, her thumbs and fingers caressing him slowly and gently.
“Everything is fine ok. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Oh God, I just realised.” His panic began to build up again. “You’re decades older than I am, you’re gonna die in the next few decades way before me!” Gerri’s face dropped unimpressed at his observation and her hands slumped away from him. He leant back to the headboard, his body stiffening and arms outstretched trying to steady himself, gripping the bed sheets tight. “Shit Gerri, you’re gonna die, I’m gonna die, oh fuck, I don’t want us to die.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it sweetheart, don’t you know billionaire brats like you never die, just the humble, good folk who devote their lives to others and only give, give, give.” She rolled her eyes and pushed herself away from the bed.
“Ger, I am having a serious crisis here!” He heaved.
“Roman, rather than think of your situation as being some sort of superstitious means to an end, why don’t you consider it as something you have worked hard for over the past couple of years, as a means of self-improvement and growth?” She suggested. He looked at her considering the thought.
“Wait, what?” He asked. “You mean I earned it?”
“Yes, you earned it.” She told him. “I get that’s probably hard to believe considering you had everything you ever wanted most of your life handed to you on a plate, but …. you’ve really changed Roman.”
“I have?” He looked to her for confirmation and reassurance. She smiled adoringly at him.
“Absolutely.” She beamed.
“Awesome.” He responded, feeling relieved and a sense of pride in himself.
Gerri looked him over and an unquenchable desire came over her. She walked over to Roman’s side of the bed again, as he began fiddling with his phone once more.
“Roman.” She said lowly. He didn’t look at her, instead he remained engrossed in his phone.
“Uh huh?” He mumbled, as he texted furiously.
“I think I want my Christmas present now.” She told him. Again, he remained fixated on his phone.
“Hashtag living my best life.” He said to himself as he typed. “Hmm? Oh, uh, actually I haven’t wrapped it yet Ger, but I will as soon as I have finished this Tweet, I’m having a real moment of clarity and enlightenment right now.”
“Roman.” She said, with a deeper, more stern tone and it prompted him to draw away from his phone.
“Yes Gerri.” He said paying attention now.
“My gift is already wrapped and I want to open it.” She told him with accentuation to help him understand.
“Oh.” He had finally twigged and laid his phone aside. “Oooh.” He now gave her his full attention and rose from the bed to his knees, moving in closer to her to skim her face. “The thing is Ger, ah, you have to have behaved good all year to be able to get your gift and …. I don’t think you have.”
“Really?” She teased.
“Well, do you think you’ve been good Gerri?” He teased back.
She looked him in the eyes and smiled, soon her head began to shake slowly. “No, most certainly not.”
He smiled back. “Have you been bad Gerri? Have you been very, very bad?” He began getting increasingly packed tight.
“Actually…” She said, placing her hand at his crotch and feeling lightly over his now hardened dick. “… I’ve been very … very …” she moved in closer to his lips and whispered. “… nasty.”
He groaned, shutting his eyes tight and clenching his teeth, his lips sucking in and biting down on them.
“That so?” He asked, moving in closer to kiss her, but she pulled away, teasing his lips as he’d attempt to reach them. Her grip on him tightened. “Mmmgh.” He grunted squeezing his eyes shut.
“Yeah.” She began. “And because I’m so nasty, I think you should consider treating me as such.”
His eyes popped open wide and he appeared shocked at her brazenness. “Oh, really?” He brushed some hair away from her neck and lightly began to kiss it, causing her to quiver and a rush of aching inside her appearing. “And how might I do that exactly.” He mumbled into her.
Gerri looked to the ceiling, contemplating her next set of words. “Maybe … you could … try something new.” She hinted. He became more ravenous at her and began to feel over her blouse at her breast, murmuring to usher her along with further suggestions. “Somewhere … you haven’t … before.” She seemed unsure about being more specific.
“Mmm, like your closet?” He grabbed at her harder and kissed further into her neck.
“Um, no …” She clarified and rolled her eyes. “… I mean, somewhere, on me, that you haven’t … explored.” He stopped what he was doing and pulled away from her with a look of perplexity.
“Like your ear?” He sounded very confused and her mouth dropped open.
“What?! No!” She retracted from him and seemed thoroughly disgusted.
“Well, where else is there?” He asked shrugging. She stood with her hands on her hips and stared at him further. Soon he perked up, realizing what she was getting at. “Oh!” His eyes now widened.
Gerri recoiled a little, unable to gauge what he was thinking of her now.
“Are you serious?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She replied, tugging her ear with coyness.
“Really?” He seemed surprised.
“Maybe.” She now seemed less confident.
“Why?” He was intrigued.
“Well.” She began. “Sometimes, when you … do me from behind … it feels like you should … naturally …. progress … to my ….”
“Butt!?” He said it with a pitch. She slumped as she stood, her shoulders dropping exasperatedly.
“Yes, ok, my butt. I mean, you’ve done that before right, wouldn’t you like to try it with me?” She insisted.
“I’ve never done that before.” He confessed. She looked up surprised.
“Oh.” She responded. “You haven’t?” She said it quietly and inquisitively.
“No.” He replied nonchalantly.
“Huh.” She was almost disappointed. “Well, you know what, forget I mentioned it, it’s a stupid idea.” She began to walk away, shaking off her awkwardness, but he reached out and tugged her arm to pull her back.
“Woah, woah, woah!” He said, bringing her closer to him. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to do it.” He smirked and kissed her softly, raising his eyebrows. “You know Gerri, it could be an opportunity for you and me to lose our anal virginity to one another.” He continued to ply her with kisses at her face and back to her neck, which made her loosen up.
“Hmm, like our first time together?” She suggested, perking up.
“Yeah.” He pulled her closer and kissed her neck harder getting more turned on by the second and she pressed her hand behind his head in encouragement, getting equally aroused. “I always used to dream of you being my first, maybe this can be the Christmas present I’ve always wanted.”
“It’s my Christmas present Roman, mine.” She emphasized with a giggle.
“Fine.” He was becoming hungry for her now, intermittently kissing and grabbing at her all over as he spoke. “Then let me give you a Christmas present you’ll never forget Gerri.” With that he grabbed her face and they both fell into a passionate, deep kiss, everything they had discussed making them more and more turned on.
He fiercely undid the buttons of her blouse, their faces up close, breathing and panting into one another. Once undone, he pulled it down off her arms and she yanked it off her fully, to then grab his face and resume that wild play at his mouth. A mixture of stripping off one another, feeling hands over their bodies and planting their lips on every available piece of bare skin ensued until they were nothing but peach cut outs of human species. He was still knelt on the bed and she remained standing in front of him, as he held her face in his hands.
“Ah.” He panted. “You got lube?”
“Um … er, no … actually.” She said regretfully.
“Hmm. Ooh, I know, I’ll get some butter!” He was about to race off the bed and run to the kitchen, but she grabbed him back.
“Please don’t go get butter.” She asked sternly.
“Well, we need to use something. Honestly Gerri, if this is what you wanted for Christmas, you should have been more prepared.” He told her and she scowled. Then a thought came to her mind.
“Ooh!” She scurried away to the bathroom, returning a little while later with a tube in her hand. “I have itch relief cream!” She said excitedly and with pride.
“Wow! That’s sexy.” He replied sarcastically.
“Oh, shut up.” She snapped. He shook his head and held out his arms to her.
“I’m sorry, here, itch relief cream will be fine.” He told her, signaling for her to come towards him. “And I guess it’ll have dual purpose.” She smiled sweetly and tossed the tube on the bed.
The seriousness resumed and he held a hand at her face, coaxing her closer and kissing her lovingly. Soon they maneuvered to be laid aside one another on the bed, him feeling over her skin that he cherished so much. She’d feel her hand over his dick lightly, slipping to his balls, making him weep and suck in the air. He slowly moved her to lay on her front and felt over her back, to her ass and placed his fingers together at her pussy, as she rested her head on her crossed arms and got comfortable, just taking in the pleasure. Then he took to kissing down her spine and to her ass cheek, unable to resist licking and biting at it when she instinctively raised her lower body upward. Her ass now in the air and fully open to him, his mouth became affixed to her fleshy cunt and he held her at the waist to begin devouring her, relishing her moans. After playing his tongue over and inside her, he progressed to her asshole, hearing her gasp made him all the more encouraged.
“Touch yourself.” He instructed her and she did so, removing one arm to feel her finger over her moistened clit, indulging in the increased sensations now coursing through her.
Roman reached his arm out for the tube of cream, but didn’t stop with his massaging of Gerri’s asshole. Her whines would increase and she delved deeper into the touches upon her, drifting far away into an abyss of delight. The sensations enhanced though when after a brief period of Roman taking his mouth away, he returned with two of his fingers, inserting them inside and Gerri felt a coolness from the cream softening an unfamiliar and slightly discomforting feeling. She let a moan of shock escape her, but bore through to experience what was so oddly delicious. He was sure to be careful with her in his exploration, experiencing an equally strange feeling upon his fingers.
“Oh god!” She breathed.
His eyes shut tight at her sounds, how she felt and what they were doing, it all culminating in being the height of any pleasure they’d both shared together yet.
“I’m gonna fuck your asshole Gerri.” He told her and she whined some more.
“Yes, yes, do it!” She pled.
He retracted his fingers and grabbed hold of himself, but returned his thumb to her entrance. He rubbed himself over it, precum helping to lubricate her further and steadily he inserted his tip.
“Oh Roman!!” She wailed. He was a little uncertain if he should continue.
“Are you ok? Shall I keep going?” He checked with her.
“Yes, yes, oh god don’t stop, put it in me.” She insisted through a hungry groan.
He took her at her word and carried on until he slowly managed to fit inside her fully. He couldn’t believe the feeling he was experiencing, it was like having his dick in a vice.
“Fuuuuuuck!!” He breathed out. “Gerri, this feels amazing.”
Gerri was still fingering herself to this new, otherworldly sensation, as Roman cautiously began to thrust and cause further, deep groans to expel from Gerri. Both of them lost themselves to this newfound endeavour, wondering why they hadn’t ventured into it sooner. Yet Gerri did begin to notice that the slower Roman thrusted, the more uncomfortable it was, so she pushed him further.
“Go faster Roman!” She told him and though he wasn’t too sure he should, he obliged.
Suddenly everything felt even greater and Roman lost himself completely. Gerri’s pleasuring of herself was burgeoning to what she knew was going to be an orgasm like she’d never known before.
“Roman I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” She sang it out as it emerged and an unknown octave left her as if she had no control over it.
“Shiiiiiit!!!” Roman responded, unable to hold back from following Gerri’s climaxing.
He went wild at her, like an animal, holding her tighter at the hips, smacking himself relentlessly against her and all to the most incredible finale he’d ever known.
They were frozen in their positions, shuddering with their breathing and squeaking out tiny sounds. Gerri’s face was pressed so hard into the bed, she had ended up biting a chunk of the sheets, whilst Roman was in a complete daze unable to bring himself back to reality.
After what seemed like a halt in time, they both initiated movement. Roman took hold of himself and with extreme care took himself out. Pulling himself together, he grabbed at Gerri’s shoulder and turned her over, zoomed into her face and held his hands at her cheeks tight.
“Oh my god are you ok?” He huffed. She nodded, unable to find words and still breathing hard. “Gerri … I think I transcended!” He told her with incredulity in his voice. She managed to let out a strained laugh, still holding a look of shock in her eyes, assessing him. He moved in and kissed her, her hands sliding up his sweaty upper arms and they melted into one another.