A Matter of Passion:

And Other Stories

Sometimes, resistance really is futile‽

Millie Dynamite

© Copyright 2024 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously-any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

A Matter of Passion

Sometimes, passion is more powerful than age, race, or anything

Millie Dynamite

© Copyright 2024 by Millie Dynamite

When it happened, I was 38 years old and a happily married mother of two. The man who raped me was in college with my twin daughters. I’d met him several times, but we didn’t know each other.

The boy seemed friendly, courteous, and trustworthy. He was none of those things, that is, to me.

It was summer break, and my daughters were away on a trip. I’d divorced several years before, and I’m trying to keep in shape for the next Mr. Right. Should there ever be one, that is.

One early morning, I saw him while I was jogging on the trail near home. Taken aback, the dorms were miles from here. I slowed, wondering why he’d be here. The young man shot me a wave and sat on a bench at the bend in the trail.

He wore dark blue jogging shorts, a ribbed sleeveless T, and running shoes. Thinking back, I couldn’t ever recall seeing him on the jogging trail before.

“Hey, Mrs. Johnson, fancy seeing you here.” He was sweaty, and his clothing clung to him like a wrinkled second skin. Clearly, he’d been running for some time. All those lovely muscles bulged so nicely, and the big bulge in his shorts was quite enjoyable.

“Hi, Daniel, how are you?”

“Good, but I think maybe I overdid it a bit, running and not jogging, though.”

First, I told him the girls were away for the weekend. He grinned and said he knew that. It felt odd he’d say that, but I couldn’t tell why. He and I chatted for a minute. When I jogged again, he joined me and talked as we ran. The chance meeting seemed a delightful coincidence.

I couldn’t help but wish he was 17 to 20 years older.

Daniel accompanied me all the way back to my home. Unlocking the door, I turned back to him, flashed him a friendly smile, and excused myself.

“See you around,” I said, going inside. I closed the door, and before I could lock it, Daniel pushed it open and entered my house.

Lifting his finger to his lips, “Sush,” he said, moving closer and closer. For every step he took, I backed away from him. Daniel sidestepped me and blocked me from moving out of the entryway.

Again, I stepped back, and he moved toward me. He was a big, muscled man, and I was a smallish, frightened woman. With his powerful presence, he backed into the door. What happened next happened fast. Putting one hand on my waist, he pulled me to him and kissed me.

I didn’t kiss him back. Oh, my yes, the urge was there, but he was a young man, and I was a middle-aged woman. I don’t consider myself a cougar. This situation was uncomfortable and wrong, but he was such a good kisser. When he finally pulled back, I tried to throw a bucket of water on his fire.

“Daniel, please leave,” I said with as much conviction as possible.

“No.”

He kissed me again and again. Still, I didn’t reciprocate. But I didn’t stop him either.

“Stop this,” I said when, at last, Daniele moved his mouth away from mine. “We can’t do this. I’m 20 years older than you.”

He didn’t stop. The young man kissed my neck and ran his hands over my body. Daniel’s hands were magic, sending sensations and lustful thoughts through me.

“We can’t do this.” But once again, I didn’t stop him or break away.

Fondling me, pushing his hard prick against my belly. It was large and stiff. God, that would be so enjoyable to use, I thought. He squeezed and pinched me in a practiced and expert manner. I’d had a few inappropriate touches before, but no one ever tried to force me to do something.

It was a different force, a friendly, seductive assault, not a physically overpowering one.

Daniel’s lips were hot and demanding against mine. His mouth was hungry, and he kissed me passionately, taking my breath away. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter to him as he pressed himself against me, his hard erection rubbing against my stomach.

Wicked thoughts rampaged in my mind. But I had to stand strong. This was so improper.

I tried to push him away but moved towards him instead. The heat between us was too overwhelming to ignore. It seemed... right, somehow-incredibly wrong at the same time. While he nibbled on my earlobe, making soft moans of protest. Almost pray-full begging him to stop, but not wanting it to end.

Honestly, I didn’t react the way I thought. Covered in sweat from my run, I felt shame that I wasn’t clean for him. Thinking, I really should’ve been showered and dressed in something sexy for him. Reality set in, What the fuck? No, this can’t be happening.

Despite that, I didn’t want this. Daniel was too young, and I was told old this was wrong, so I wouldn’t yield. Kissing my neck, my ear, and my mouth, he wouldn’t give up. That was when I tilted my head to give him access.

“Stop,” I said, and he planted his lips on my mouth, smothering my protests. In a quick move, he pushed my pants down and touched me. Discovering I was wet, he laughed.

The betrayal of my body emboldened him.

His hands roamed up my sides, finding their way under my shirt, caressing the soft skin of my belly before exploring further upwards towards my breasts. My nipples hardened under his touch as he pinched them gently between his fingers, causing electric shivers to run down my spine.

“Kick your shoes off,” he said, and I complied. “Slut, step out of your jogging pants, and go over to that bureau.”

I went where he instructed, waiting for him, but still insisted this was wrong.

Like I weighed nothing, Daniel lifted me up on it and stood between my bare legs. “No, we can’t do this. You’re just a teenager.” He kissed me again, but I didn’t reciprocate.

Pulling his shorts down, he freed his monstrous penis, rubbed it between my folds, and smacked my clit with the creature’s head. The thing was warm, steel, and the sensation of him slapping my clit sent storm waves of desire through me like some kind of drug.

I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. But knew I couldn’t let him.

“Stop this,” I said, but was thinking, Fuck me. In my mind, I begged him, Fuck me, fuck me right now!

Despite my wanting him so very badly, I kept demanding he stop.

“We can’t do this, we can’t do this,” I said as Daniel shoved the cockhead inside me. His grip on my hips tightened, and I felt the tip of his member, wet with my juices now, press against my entrance. As Daniel’s young manhood pushed into me, claiming my tightness and resistance, I let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure.

Oh, God, the aromas were so vivid, strong musk from his workout, the fragrance of my pussy. Oh, Goddess, yes! Every nerve in my body screamed in agony and ecstasy.

Nevertheless, I begged him to stop.

“Stop, please, please stop this.” all the while, I thought Oh, please, oh please, I want it so bad, fuck me, fuck me. “Oh God, oh, sweet God, please stop.”

And, of course, Daniel kept going.

In a few moments, I had my first orgasm. I whimpered my continued protests through tears and short, fast breaths as fucked me harder and deeper. From one climax to the next, Daniel kept fucking.

I was coming so hard I could hardly remember my name. I knew I should’ve been hating this. I knew our actions were wrong, but it felt so good.

So very, very good.

My breasts were pressed against his muscled chest as he ground into me, a rhythm he controlled. Fucking me, fucking me, while I whispered.

“No, no, please stop,” I said in a hushed breath voice, each word interspersed with impassioned sighs, wails, and cries of pleasure. Why I kept up the protests, I can’t fathom.

The intrusion felt brutal, animalistic, and primal. My walls clenched around Daniel’s invading brute. Trying so desperately to reject his advances but failing as he pistoned in and out of my aching pussy. My body responded despite myself, arching into his touches, moaning at the feel of his rough hands on my skin.

“Stop this,’ I whimpered against his lips as he took what he wanted without asking for permission or caring about the consequences. I offered no resistance and was fucking him back.

Pulling my ass nearly off the ledge, he pounded me rough with brutal loving thrusts. I came and came and continued to fuck me. When we entered my house, my grandfather clock struck seven times. Now it chimed the quarter hour. When, at last, Daniel filled me with his first load, the clock announced the half hour.

My conscience screamed at me that this was wrong while my body begged for more. The combination made me dizzy with confusion and lust-fueled desire. As we moved together in desperation, all thoughts fled except for the feeling of Daniel inside me-hot and panting and relentless.

“No...please...” I sobbed as his fat long cock pounded my sweet spot over and over again until I saw stars with every wild impact.

The pleasure was too much to bear. My pussy clamped down around Daniel’s cock, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Pleasure, sweet agony, racked my entire being as he continued to claim me. I could not take anymore.

“God...you’re too young...” I couldn’t bring myself to push him away or stop him from taking what he so clearly craved from me.

Daniel’s powerful hands gripped my waist tighter as he kept pushing himself inside me in long, deep strokes. I felt every inch of him stretch my walls, and it hurt yet felt so good. As he filled me with his seed, I moaned against his neck, tasting the salty mixture of sweat and semen on his skin.

Our bodies slapped against each other in rhythm, creating a wet sound that echoed around the room. I couldn’t believe what was happening but couldn’t stop it either. His hips snapped forward violently, slamming into me hard enough to make the nearby mirror shake.

The whole thing took a little under 30 minutes. Daniel held one hand on the wall behind me, supporting himself as he leaned into me. Breathing quick, shallow breaths right in my ear. His breaths warmed my sweat-slickened skin.

The warmth of his body was hot against my flesh. Daniel’s cock was still inside of me. I was close to another orgasm. So I reached between us and caressed my clit masturbated, feeling his hot ragged breath and taking in his manly scent. The course pubic hair rubbed against my hand as I brought myself to climax.

“You should leave now,” I said, pressing against his rock-hard biceps with tiny hands.

“No,” he said, picking me up, holding me in his arms, and humping with his already stiff again cock.

As he fucked me with raw animalist passion, I protested.

Why would he believe me when I hadn’t done anything to stop him?

His grunts of pleasure mixed with mine as he held me tightly, our flesh rubbing together like two pieces of sandpaper polishing each other raw. Heavier breaths escaped both of us as the passion consumed us both. It was dirty and forbidden, but it felt so right, too. Every thrust sent shivers down my spine, making me crave more of his youthful vigor pumping into me.

I wrapped my legs around him, locking us together as one entity moving together in primal harmony. We were both lost in the moment-me trying not to think about the age gap or consequences. His fingers dug into my hips, bone-deep, as he found his release once more inside me.

Hot, potent seed flooded me again, making me scream out in ecstasy despite myself. We stayed locked together even after he came inside me for a few more moments before collapsing onto the floor together in a heap of sweat-soaked limbs and heavy-breathing individuals who shared something they shouldn’t have had we shared at all.

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt creeping in. The forbidden nature of our encounter only added to the allure, but now that it was over, reality began to set in. The age gap between us was significant, and we both knew that what we had just done could never be more than a secret tryst.

The man slowly pulled out of me, leaving me with a mix of emotions. Incredible pleasure, haunting guilt, and a longing for more. He laid down next to me, panting heavily, and we both stared up at the ceiling, still catching our breaths.

“That was incredible,” he said, his voice still husky with desire.

“You raped me,” I said.

“Yeah, but you wanted me to.” His words humiliated me. How could I have wanted this?

Had he raped me? Was my yielding proof it wasn’t rape? I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had let myself be consumed by passion, ignoring the age gap and the consequences of my actions.

The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, a testament to our passionate encounter. I glanced at Daniel, and our eyes met briefly before looking away. We grew silent. Neither of us knew what to say. Our lives were too different, too complicated. Our worlds would never mesh. I was confident we both knew it.

Finally, I spoke up, breaking our silence. “We can’t let this happen again.”

Taking my face in his strong hand, he squeezed, not too hard, “The fuck, we won’t let it happen again and again. I own you.”

Taking me by my neck, he guided me down to his cock.

“Suck me hard again, we got all the time in the world.”

As much as my mind protested, my body ached for more. Yielding, I sucked his cock, taking him deep into my mouth as Daniel groaned in pleasure. He tasted salty and musky but also so fucking good. I felt myself getting wet again, wanting more of him inside me. Even filled with his semen, I wanted more.

The room was silent except for the clock’s ticking, our breathing, and the occasional moan escaping one of us.

Meanwhile, his hands roamed over my body, exploring the curves Daniel ripped the shirt from my body. Oh, dear lord, my nipples hardened under his touch as he pinched them between his fingers. I gasped and moaned against his fat cock.

Damn it all! Why did this feel so satisfying? Was it because it was so wrong or because it wasn’t wrong at all? Did I need him to punish me?

His hand stung my ass cheek, another blow on the other cheek. Three times, then four, I matched the pace of my bobbing with the blows on my ass.

He moved us into the sixty-nine position and took to eating his cum out of me.

With every stroke of his tongue on my clit and every thrust of his hips driving his cock down my throat, I inched closer to a new orgasm. My pussy ached for more contact with him-his rough, calloused hands, his deep penetration.

Damn me to hell. He owned me-mind, body, and soul.

Soon, he rolled me over, pulled my ass up, and entered me again. I couldn’t believe what happened but couldn’t and wouldn’t stop it either. Fuck, I needed and wanted more‽

Our bodies slapped together, finding each other in the heat of our forbidden passion. Loud, wet slapping of my skin to Daniels. Our breaths ragged once as we moved together in harmony despite the taboo nature of their relationship. His hips hammered faster and harder into me. The house filled with our cries of pleasure.

But inside me, everything jumped together, emotions conflicting as profound pleasure, shame, and guilt.

But Daniel wouldn’t be denied his prize.

The intruder’s hands were rough and strong as he gripped my hips. Daniel’s cock slid in and out of my cum soaked pussy. I couldn’t justify how it seemed so wrong or comprehend why it felt oh-so-right. A sharp pain mixed with pleasure shot through my body as he took me more violently.

Daniel growled and slammed into me, leaving bruises on my hips. But I wouldn’t protest further. Any complaint on my part was too little and late. Once again, my body betrayed every ounce of resistance I’d ever managed. The only option left was to succumb to the primal urges between us.

Daniel’s powerful thighs shook against mine as he pushed deeper inside, reclaiming every inch as he property every time he thrust into my aching need. Our breaths grew ragged as I found a new lease on life in this taboo.

I sensed him getting close. Daniel’s grip tightened on my hips. They were so incredibly tight they’d leave marks on my soft skin.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said.

I came again as he, too, lost his new load inside me. He got up offered me his hand, helping me to my feet. We stood there for a moment, our bodies still closed, but my mind was already wondering what was next. I reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face.

He closed his eyes, savoring my touch.

“Where’s the bathroom? Let’s get cleaned up,” Daniel said.

We walked together to the bathroom, our bodies still humming with pleasure. As we stepped into the shower and the hot water washed over us, I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.

I cherished this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was a reminder that sometimes, it’s okay to let go of our inhibitions and give in to our desires. As long as we’re prepared to face the consequences.

He washed my back and soaped up my butt cheeks, and then worked the soapy suds into my asshole. Shocked, I looked over my shoulder as he lathered up his cock. Daniel moved close behind me. I felt his cockhead pressing against my asshole.

“Here we go again, baby.”

Daniel thrust into my ass and fucked my shitter. Well, this was something new. I wondered, had he already taken my twin girls, or was that yet to come. And just how would I feel about that?

Dinner and a Show

Love, or something like it, is in the air

Millie Dynamite

© Copyright 2024 by Millie Dynamite

“You know, Sheila, he thinks we’re married and is still hitting on you like a bird-dog after a pheasant. Should I be insulted that he’s ignoring me?”

Sheila hesitated for a moment before replying to Daniel’s question. The dimly lit restaurant exuded an ambiance that seemed to blur the boundaries between business and pleasure. The soft jazz music in the background provided an almost surreal soundtrack to the unfolding scene.

“Well, Daniel,” she began with a playful glint in her eyes, “I think you should be flattered. After all, not every man gets mistaken for my significant other. It’s a rare honor.”

Daniel chuckled, his eyes dancing in the candlelight. “Flattered, huh? Maybe I should start charging for the privilege.”

Sheila laughed, the sound ringing out melodiously across their corner of the restaurant. The waiter, a young man with a confident swagger and a hint of mischief in his eyes, approached their table. He cast a sidelong glance at Daniel before focusing his attention on Sheila.

“Good evening, beautiful. Can I get you another drink?” the waiter asked, ignoring Daniel as if he were invisible.

Sheila raised an eyebrow, exchanging a quick glance with Daniel. “I’m good for now, thanks. And this is my colleague, Daniel. He might want another round, though.”

The waiter’s eyes lingered on Sheila a moment too long before he reluctantly acknowledged Daniel. “Sure thing. I’ll be right back with that drink.” With a parting wink at Sheila, he sauntered away.

Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “I feel like I’m in a romantic comedy, and I’m the friend-zoned guy just here for comic relief.”

Sheila smirked, swirling the remnants of her wine in her glass. “Oh, please. You’re my glamorous accessory for the evening. Enjoy the spotlight.”

Their banter continued throughout the dinner, the atmosphere a delightful blend of humor, flirtation, and the unspoken tension that hung in the air. The waiter, seemingly undeterred by Daniel’s presence, lavished attention on Sheila, leaving Daniel to amuse himself with the fine cuisine and the occasional amused glance at Sheila’s admirer.

As the night progressed, the flirty exchanges escalated. The waiter, whose name tag read Carlos, brought them dessert with an extra scoop of audacity. “For the charming couple,” he declared, placing the dessert plate in front of them with a mischievous grin.

Sheila’s eyes widened in mock surprise, and Daniel stifled a laugh. “Well, aren’t we the lucky couple?” she quipped.

Carlos leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You two make such a gorgeous pair. It’s a shame you’re not really together.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow, shooting Sheila an amused look. “Should I be insulted?” he repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Sheila chuckled, playing along with the charade. “Maybe he’s just testing our commitment to the act. Are you up for the challenge, Daniel?”

He grinned, toasting her with his wine glass. “Challenge accepted.”

Their playful banter reached its peak when Carlos, with a theatrical flourish, presented them with the bill. “On the house, for the lovely couple. It was a pleasure serving you both.”

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