True's Love

True’s Love

By TL Clark

Published in the United Kingdom by:

Steamy Kettle Publishing

Text copyright © 2013 TL Clark

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted at any time or by any means mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission of the publisher.

The right of TL Clark to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

First published in electronic format 2013, and in print in 2016.

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ISBN: 978-0-9956117-0-2

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 1

Eurgh! Amanda had come about ten minutes ago, this guy was still nowhere close to finishing, and his head bobbing was really starting to irritate her; such a bad choice. How had she ended up here in this hotel room anyway? A whole series of bad choices. Her mind wandered...

OK. It was Kieran’s fault; he’d started it all. She had been at Manchester University for a year before she’d met him (a year full of parties and fun). It was at one of those parties where she’d met him actually.

She was then nineteen years old, but had felt ready for the steady relationship that Kieran offered. He had been so lovely; black hair and brown eyes, and on the athletics team. She had thought herself madly in love with him, and did whatever he asked.

At first the sex was amazing, and they’d stayed up in her room for hours upon hours. She had started not socialising much, just so she could spend more time with him.

Then one day he produced a very small butt plug. She had been afraid at first, but with some coaxing and a lot of lube she had tried it, just to please him. He steadily trained her until one day he put himself in that sacred hole. It had hurt at first, but as she got used to it she started to enjoy it. He was very careful with her, and had seemed so loving.

That was the thing with Kieran, he always seemed very considerate. He would always open doors for her, take her coat. In short, behaved like a perfect gentleman.

Until one day she went to his room when her lesson had been cancelled. She caught him in bed with another girl, and that was that; the end of their seven month relationship.

She had hidden herself away for a fortnight, crying into her pillow and eating the obligatory consolation ice cream.

One of her friends had finally come to her rescue, and dragged her out to a party. She got absolutely mullered and ended up shagging some anonymous bloke in a pile of coats.

She was the one to walk away that night, and it gave her a huge sense of power. She decided then and there never to allow a man to ever hold dominion over her again. She was the boss of her.

What was that annoying noise? Oh right, it was her latest ‘conquest’ finally squeaking out his joy as he came at last.

She waited for him to fall asleep before going to the bathroom and showering really well. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and winced a little. She barely recognised the superior brown gaze staring back at her through messy brown hair, with the jutting jawline of defiance. She quickly pulled on her clothes and sneaked out of the room.

The early hour meant it was freezing cold, not helped by the fact her hair was still wet. She hadn’t wanted to wake the guy up by blow drying her hair, so it was clinging around her face and shoulders.

Fortunately, she managed to find a taxi quickly, and was soon back at her flat. She poured herself a G&T as she ran a bath.

This evening just made her feel dirty, and she wanted another wash to cleanse herself. As she lay there, surrounded by soapy suds she began to think about her life.

She was twenty six years old, and thanks to her regular exercise, was still a size 10.

Her exercise consisted of wicked sexual antics every weekend. All that sex really was a great workout routine.

She did some yoga in between to keep herself supple too. Plus, she could barely be bothered to cook, so she ate like a sparrow.

Her cascading chestnut hair and hazel eyes were her main allure though.

She really didn’t struggle to find partners, but she had started to get a bit troubled about that lately. 

Roughly speaking, she’d been sleeping around for seven years. Not that she minded that aspect; she loved sex, and really didn’t want a relationship.

She was a strong, independent young woman. But she was beginning to wonder why she didn’t charge for her time. No; that wasn’t fair. She was not a prostitute. She chose her partners, and exactly what acts they did. And she had a good time. So, why was she feeling miserable?

She still hadn’t quite managed to shake off her ‘low’ as she walked through her parents’ front door the next morning, but she did manage to hide it behind a false smile, as she found herself hugged by her mother.

Although she drank on her nights out, she never drank to excess, so she was always aware of who she was going home with and what she was doing, so there was never a sign of bleary eyes or a hangover when she went to visit her folks.

Darling, Amanda you’re looking well. Brian, doesn’t she look well? chimed her mother.

This query was directed at her long suffering father, who merely nodded his agreement.

He was such a mild mannered man. He had recently retired, but his wife had him working hard on all the chores in the house to keep him occupied.

Her mother wasn’t a beast. She just liked to keep her house in order.

It was a suburban dream house; one that was more show home than homely. But her heart was in the right place, and she was very affectionate.

Amanda was one of a rare breed; her childhood had been incredibly happy. She’d grown up in a safe, caring environment where she was nurtured. Perhaps she’d been protected from the world a little too much? There were no brothers or sisters, so she’d had her parents’ undivided attention.

Amanda smiled as her mum put down the steaming plate of roast beef in front of her. This was her one wholesome square meal each week.

Her parents loved her to go round every Sunday. Her mum could fuss over the roast, and show her daughter how she still loved her, even though she was no longer at home.

And her dad would sit with her in the garden after she’d helped wash up. They had such wonderful philosophical conversations, whilst avoiding their own private lives.

Not that her dad was unhappy; he loved pottering around in his shed, and was still very fond of his wife after many years of marriage. He just wasn’t one for discussing his private life.

This suited Amanda; she really didn’t think her parents would approve of her ‘modern lifestyle’. So he sat there in blissful ignorance, discussing the state of the world.

When it was time to leave, her mum hugged her close, and whispered her usual wish for her daughter to find a good man. She didn’t push the matter though. She only ever wished the best for Amanda, and wanted to see her happy. She could sense there was an emptiness there, which Amanda always shrugged off.

This week though, Amanda couldn’t quite shrug off the empty feeling her mum had picked up on. It was still there as she walked into work Monday morning.

She smiled her ‘good morning’ to security on her way in. Her life at work was very different. It reminded her of ‘I Like It’ by Narcotic Thrust. She hated her mundane 9-5 admin job, but it funded her weekends; a necessary evil on her path to good times.

But at least she had befriended Claire here. Claire had shown Amanda the ropes when she’d started here three years ago, and the pair were soon friends. She was one of Amanda’s clubbing buddies.

She handed Claire the skinny latte she’d picked up for her on her way in.

So, where did you end up Saturday? Claire asked quietly as she sipped her coffee.

Don’t even ask. Did you see the tall blonde that I was talking to?

Yeaaah...

I ended up back in a hotel with him, but quel nightmare. He really didn’t float my boat. He barely floated his own.

Claire pulled a scrunchy ‘icky’ face in sympathy. She wasn’t as promiscuous as her friend, but admired her confidence, and loved hearing all the gossip.

Besides, I’m on rest now until we go away.

I can’t believe it’s come around so quickly. Two more weeks of work then... a week of fun in the sun. Ibiza here we come, squealed Claire.

The two girls grinned as they pinged on their PCs and started ploughing through emails.

As Amanda tried to get to sleep that night she started counting men, as one would normally count sheep...

Well, where to start? Kieran hadn’t actually been her first. No, that was Simon’s pleasure. He had been her short term sweetheart at senior school. He was nice, but it was the first time for both of them, so it had all been a bit awkward really.

Then Kieran was number two. Seven months of good loving there. He’d been like her own personal Kama Sutra.

He’d shown her how to be active whilst on the bottom, on top, on the side, back to front, standing up, lying down, pretty much any way at all. He certainly had been adventurous. But with him, her favourite had been to have him on top.

She had been so submissive then; wanting him to command her body at his whim. It had been such a good feeling.

He would start by slowly slowly peeling her clothes off her, nipping her skin as he went. He would make her senses sing at his touch.

Her top got delicately removed as he moved in to massage her breasts whilst kissing her. Those lips, so soft, so welcoming, so gentle but inquisitive. His tongue would seek hers as they lapped at each other. Their hands seeking the back of the others head, deepening their kiss, making them hungrier.

She’d practically melt in his arms as he removed his mouth from hers and gently lapped his way to her ear, circling her lobe round and round. Softly sucking at her ear, then blowing his sweet breath over where he’d just licked, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

He delved his tongue inside her ear then, sometimes making her have a mini orgasm even at that point. She was always certainly very wet for him by the time he started sucking his way down her throat, paying particular attention to her jugular.

She’d beg him for more, needing his body. Her nipples would find their way into his mouth for a minute or two.

The rain of kisses kept falling as he traversed her torso. Her skirt and knickers would quickly get discarded.

He would then turn his attention to her feet, and would suck her toes, sending her into a delirium. Her lust would only fire up more as he kissed and nipped his way up her ankles, her calves, then her inner thighs.

She would almost burst with anticipation as he came close to where she really wanted his tongue to go. She would grab his hair to urge him onwards, gasping with her desire. As his tongue finally found its mark she would burst into a bloom of fireworks, her orgasm shooting through her.

His tongue would carry on working its magic as his fingers joined the onslaught, gliding in and out of her, massaging her nub before diving in once more, sending her over the edge again.

As she was lost to the world he would climb on top of her, and look down at her with his dark eyes alight with his own passion, as his cock found home, uniting their bodies as one.

Oh, the sweet sensation of him filling her, that frantic friction as he slid himself in and out, her hips writhing up to him, allowing more access. Her legs would wrap around his back, drawing him forever deeper, making him groan with pleasure. He would quicken his pace as her hips rocked with increased vigour.

Her fingernails scratched his back as she clung on, forever wanting more. Beads of sweat would run down their bodies as they continued their push and pull, going faster and faster, as they cried out for more and more, their flames growing higher and higher until they reached their peak and were consumed with their fire, climaxing in the most incredible all-consuming sensation of tightness gripping their entire bodies as he came with her and into her. Oh, the relief. The sweet sweet ecstasy.

And oh, how she missed him, even now. Amanda realised tears were falling down her cheeks as she recalled her favourite moments with Kieran.

She hadn’t even been aware her hand had slipped under the bedclothes and she’d been touching herself as she thought of him. She’d actually just come.

She had been so lost in the memory. Treacherous body. Treacherous mind. This was ridiculous. She hadn’t truly thought of him for years.

But this week had been so unsettling somehow, she realised she’d sought comfort in the last solid man she’d known.

Now she felt embarrassed. How could she have let herself think like that? It’s not like she wanted him back. She really needed some good sex.

Maybe that guy at the weekend had just been that bad? Yep; all she needed was a good lay. But that would have to wait until holiday; Mother Nature was shortly due to pay a visit. That would explain the moody hormones too.

Right, this was so not helping with sleep. Back to counting men. Number 3; Mr Pile of Coats. Number 4; Greg (forgettable). Number 5; well, she’d stopped really trying to remember names from then on, to be honest. It was just a whole string