Emara Stone

My skin tingles as if hundreds of ants are crawling up my limbs, tickling me. I slap my thigh and kick the bedsheet away. 

"Fuck!" 

Suddenly the bedsheet barks.  

Huh?

I again kick on the same spot but this time the bedsheet growls rudely, "BITCH!" I hear the shuffling of clothes and feel the bed rocking for a while. Did the impolite bedsheet walk away?

I slowly open my eyes and meet a hazy view. Things appear blurry and the sunlight pierces my eyes like a dagger. "What the fuckery fuck?" Did I get glasses in one night?

I hold my head as I try to sit upon my butt. My brain throbs like a colony of octopuses walked over me while wearing spikey football shoes. The pulses bang in my head like a porn star. 

I am literally on the verge of extinction.

I kneed my eyes with knuckles as I set my hazy vision to the sunlight's system. I blink 182 times before I get to see my surroundings clearly. The walls are painted in grey, black curtains are lined up to the sides, and a furry rug is covering the whole bedroom's floor, which is probably softer than Kim Kardashian's ass.

It looks like a personalized hotel room. 

In which dimension did I sleep that I became rich in one night? I scratch my head in question as I look at the shirt, dress, and jeans freely lying on the rug. What idiot left their clothes here?

Among them, I recognize my heels. But whose shoes are the other ones? I blink painfully as I experience the strange phenomenon of my brain shifting inside of my skull. The more I try to deep think, the more my nerves pound inside my head.

The last thing I remember I was in clouds, riding a pegasus at an extremely dangerous speed. But I still don't get this mystery of how I ended up like this. I look to my sides in search of the pegasus but find a half-naked dead body lying beside me.

Cookie coo, he is who?

Then suddenly it clicks me... I instantly look down and gasp in shock as I see my titties erect, without any tit-pants, and looking back at me with a sultry smirk. BITCH NO! I further look down and see my open bat cave with no defense shield.  

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck ffffuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!" 

IHADSEXWITHARANDOMCOCK!!!!

I hyper vent as I gasp for air. My boobs rise and fall as I heavily breathe looking at the guy lying unconscious beside me. I pull the sheets from under his ass and cover my naked body. His muscular back is facing me, I notice there are some blue scars on his elbows and ribs. Did I do this to him? Was I that wild?

I really slept with a guy. I am a big girl now. A smile appears on my lips as I notice the room, the bed, and the guy. I really knocked him out.

I am so proud of myself, the girl who used to think talking to boys will get you pregnant, had such crazy sex last night that it wiped out most of my memories. Damn! I probably gave him the night of his life.

I lift my leg and poke his back with my toe. No movement was observed so I poked him again, hard. Nope! Completely blacked out by my powerful pussy. 

I notice the sheets are of a dark silk variety with bizzard print that only someone with lots of money and absolutely no taste could possibly afford. My eyes go back to the room, admiring its rich elegance. The big LED screen on the wall is of the same size as me. Or probably bigger than me. 

Suddenly my heart sinks in the coil of my intestines as I spot Ryan's pictures hanging on the wall behind me. FOOK! My eyes find the unconscious body again and I recognize the familiar mop of untidy hair on the pillow next to me. 

"AAAHHHHHHHH!" I scream like a gecko losing my shit. Ryan's ass falls out of the bed as I snatch the sheets and cover myself in defensive protection from military drone strikes. 

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ryan growls as he rubs his tussie on the floor. His eyes show a glimpse of maniac as he glares at me like a loony nutcase. I slept with Ryan! RYAN! THE DAMN SON!

So the pegasus I rode at a fast speed was none another than the evil devil from Tomorrow land. 

I look at Ryan, his eyebrows raise and mouth opens slightly in confusion and irritation. He instinctively moves his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose as croakily groans, "Oh god! It wasn't a dream."

Ryan holds his head as if a truck has been run over him and he is almost bleeding to death. His eyes find me then flicker down to my breast and I clutch the bedsheets tightly on my chest, covering my assets from his wicked eyes. I still can't believe I slept with him.

Ryan rolls his eyes to the back end of his brain as he uninterestingly spats, "It's nothing I haven't seen last night." Hoohh!!

My heart pees in my chest as I imagine Ryan rocking my world while drilling inside of me. My brain couldn't stop showing all the creative images and sex positions in which we probably had sex. Hoe my god. What have I done!

Ryan rubs his eyes roughly as if he is trying to wake up from a bad dream. I clench the sheets again as his eyes meet me again and his face turns sour. "Are you going to sit here all day?" 

"Me?" A tiny voice escapes from my mouth as I see the devil slowly raising from the floor to its full length. I nervously gulp as I see half-naked Ryan standing in front of me, ruffling his hand through his 'I-had-sex' hair. 

My cheeks heat up as I run my lusty eyes desperately on his baked six-pack buns. My eyes fall down to his angry hulk boxer that looks stiff and packed with stuff. His stuff.

I hope I didn't try to measure it. 

"You stole my peace and now you are stealing my blanket too." Ryan curses like a motherfucker he is. I look up at his jaundiced face that is static on his blanket that I have securely wrapped around my body.

"I-I am naked." I tell him as I hold on to the piece of sheet with my last breath. "And whose fault is that." Ryan cocks his head conceitedly at me. "Ma-My?" I ask him surprisingly. Did I beg him to sleep with me? Fuck!

I knew my spirit animal was a hoe.

I stay numb on the bed with uneven breaths as Ryan walks around the bed like an unpredictable psychopath and stands beside me. Tension rises in my muscles as he slowly leans down to my face and purrs in the most sultry accent,

"If you won't leave my blanket in the next minute, I'll pull you out and kick your naked ass out of my window. Is that clear?" 

His voice threateningly low, but charming enough to make the sheets wet. I gulp under his gaze and nod dumbly. His eyes once again fall on my cleavage and covered breasts, I stare back as he rolls his eyes then he walks away to the marble finishing door. 

I look around and see he is gone, the sound of water running in the background tell me he is probably taking his floral egocentric, psychopathic bath. I immediately throw his hideous blanket away and grab Anna's dress. 

I twist my body in uneven angles to fit inside the leather dress. At one glance I probably look like I am trying to do the orange justice dance move. I look through the other clothes on the floor but couldn't find my panties anywhere. Where did the tiny hellcat go?

I shuffle Ryan's unsightful Jurrasic Park theme blanket to find my undies but something stops me dead in my track. Wait a minute, there are no bloodstains on the bedsheet. That means... I didn't bleed. My hymen didn't break?

[Author- For the readers who don't know what a Hymen is. It is a piece of skin somewhere in a girl's vagina and when a penis pokes it sometimes girls bleed and then get the sheets dirty, you cry, scream then fuck, and then you get dumped.]

Part of me feels glad that I didn't stain his sheets otherwise he would have forced me to wash them at the moment but the physician side of my brain tells me something is wrong. Very wrong.

Why my hymen didn't break?

Am I still a virgin? Even after having sex?

Wait... how does it work? How strong is a hymen? 

How many dicks do I need to break my hymen?

What if my hymen is pushed up in my body by Ryan's dick and is now strangling my ovaries and bladder? I need a doctor. I need Anna.

Anna! I excitedly look for my phone in my pockets and I realize, I have no pockets and no phone. Fuck! Where did my pockets go?

Now how will I know if I am cursed to be a virgin or not?

I vigorously scratch my scalp while trying to solve this riddle. I try to fade back into the world of dreams, where the grass was green, the sky was blue and my head didn't feel like someone had been throwing it against a wall for the past hours. Suddenly the marble finishing door opens and a wet Ryan in a towel walks out.

"You are still here?" His irksome voice sends thrill and chills in my undies region. 

Droplets of H2O falls from his hair and rolls down on his muscular shoulders and built chest. My eyes fall to his towel that is teasingly hung low on his hips. I nervously gulp, unable to resist the urge to look at his V line. 

Tension rises in my bones as he steps towards me. The atmosphere turns sexual and strain, it is almost suffocating. My breath gets caught in my throat as he stops right in front of me, just ten centimetres away. His towel is not too far away from me.

My stomach knots and my mouth goes dry. My intelligent hoe nose detects a hint of his scent. Intoxicating, musky, and unmistakably masculine. I am so proud I knocked him last night.

My eyes linger on his Herculian biceps and Viking shoulders and I start to breathe heavily so I don't pass out in front of him. "I-Ay-Eye don't kno-ow house-" I stutter on my record. By now, my pussy is on fire, my breathing is heavy, breasts heaving, and my nipples are erect, ready to tear my dress and pop out.

"Move." 

I blink at Ryan in grave confusion as he rolls his eyes and spats, "I said MOVE." I slowly step aside not leaving his cocaine deep eyes. I watch him keenly as he walks away to the wooden cabin completely ignoring the hot chick in the room. Is he not going to ask for around two or probably for morning sex?

His shoulders muscles bulge orgasmically as he slowly in HD quality tug a black color tee from his wardrobe and wears it. Ryan is so hot that if he leaks his nudes, females would start voting his ass for president. He is one hot ass-hole.

Ryan carefully pulls out his ash brown leather jacket as if it is made of gold and takes a few deep sniffs in suspicion. Suddenly, he scrunches his nose in mere disgust. He slowly yet menacingly turns his head towards me and glares with his undigested, maniac face. What is wrong with him?

I cutely smile but he narrows his eyes further in despise. What a lunatic!

I stand there pantiless and witless as Ryan picks his iron man boxer and tries to wear it under the towel that is possessively wrapped around his buttocks and thighs. I fold my arms in interest as I watch him struggle to pull his boxers up as he dances on his one foot. 

"Will you fucking turn?" Ryan growls while jumping on one leg with boxers in between. At this point, I see no difference between him and the dogs of my street that barks at me for no reason. 

Boys tantrums.

I turn my head towards the corner and pretend to not listen to his curses. I hear the towel fall on the floor and I giggle thinking I am so close to witness Ryan's coo coo. A peek won't harm anyone, right?

Suddenly my eyes find a familiar red color book that is lying behind the glass on top of other books. THAT'S MY ROUGH BOOK! 

My book of lustful ideas is lying on the devil's shelf. I take innocent steps towards the book, if I can just grab it and run like an ostrich, maybe he can never- "Where are you going?" A hand grabs my elbow stiffly and spins me around like a top. 

Before I could protest against his atrocious ways, Ryan drags me down to the driveway from the back door of the house. He throws me in his opaque black car and drives away thousands of meters away from my lusty book.

I quietly sit beside him as he puts my address on the Google map and drives his jumbo car in silence. The interior is all black like his soul, I couldn't hear any external noise other than my heartbeats and Ryan's frequent curses whenever he has to slow down the vehicle. 

I look outside the window with a million questions in my head. How did I end up with him? Which positions did we try? What is his length? And why the hell this glass window cleaner than my teeth? 

"What were you doing at the party?" 

I look at Ryan as he drives with a serious face, the blue light reflecting from the dashboard makes him look like a pissed off smurf. "I was partying." I reply relatively. 

Ryan's head turns in my direction and he narrows his eyes dangerously. His thick eyebrows are in line and his eyes are firing hot cannonballs at me. "I don't remember meeting you there." I look at him cutely. I won't be wrong if I say he looks like the maniac version of Medusa.

Ryan's intoxicating eyes lower to my breast and he instantly looks away massaging his head. I look down at my breast in suspicion. Are they small enough to give headaches?

"Did you complete my reports?" Ryan asks like a strict principal. I fidget my fingers and sheepishly reply. "Almost." Almost started.

Ryan nods while looking straight. Now that we started talking, I get a little courageous and ask him about the deflowering night. "I-umm... Was I okay in bed... Last night?" My breathings hike as our eyes collide with intensity. The hot eye contact melts the sane screws in my body and I instantly turn red.

Ryan's forehead form creases as he stares at me in confusion, "Well, you farted a few times but it didn't smell bad so I guess it was okay." 

"Oh!" I silently look down at my feet. "I hope you won't tell anyone about it." My voice tiny like a scared puppy. It's not about sex, it's about privacy.

"I don't plan to." Ryan uninterestedly drops the topic. I feel a beat in the chest and I instantly look up to him, I feel tingling sensations in my body as I look at my Prince in a chariot. So handsome.

"Actually that was my first time, partying, drinking, and... you know." My cheeks, thighs, breast, butt, everything blushes red. Ryan's eyebrow itches up in surprise and a playful smirk forms on his lips. "Pretty wild for the first time."

The car stops but my blush doesn't. I giggle and bite my lips to control the tingling sensations, "Yeah! I guess." Suddenly, Ryan's demeanor changes. He looks past me with red menacing eyes as if I am transparent. 

He looks like he fell on a cactus.

My eyes follow his eyes and soon all of my organs sink like Titanic as I see a familiar girl hugging my brother outside our house. These melonfuckers!

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