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I was completely alone in the city with no health insurance. The incident triggered intense anxiety and depression that lasted for about 3 months. One of my favorite things to do currently is laugh, because I can remember watching a girl laugh and as I stared out the window at her I was envious. I said to myself, “I wish I had the capacity to laugh.” I was so deep in my depression that I couldn’t even muster the energy or the will to laugh. Meanwhile, my husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, kept pushing, or more like demanding and yelling that I go see a therapist. Even before my triggering incident I was spiraling for reasons that I’ll talk about at another time. So I went to therapy and I loved it! I loved that all my problems became math equations in my head, all I needed to do was break them down and untangle the knots. There was a source for all my emotions and once I found the root, I was released from the pain. But the greatest treasure was that I could clearly see what parts of me weren't the best and I could fix them, I could tackle all my quirks and idiosyncrasies and shape them until I became a person I was proud of. It is now one of my favorite things to do. As I choose new qualities to refine, I recognized something…. Let me walk you through the latest quality that I worked on with myself. When I was young I was irresponsible. Duh… we were all irresponsible when we were young lol. When I moved out on my own and took my career seriously, I needed order. I developed structure and discipline. I planned for everything, created lists, pre prepped for important dates and events, put myself on a strict schedule while structuring every hour of my day. When I had a goal I dedicated myself to it and didn’t leave any room for anything else. Everything needed to go exactly according to plan or I became rigid, angry and disappointed in myself. 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I clutched my sheets as my apartment building rattled and sounds of an explosion erupted. Usually the fighting stayed below 96th street but tonight it sounded dangerously close. After a stream of curse words and fluffing my comforter I finally found the remote under the bed. CNN Live confirmed my fear. Flashes of green, growls, arrows soaring and red and blue streaks flying through the sky. The reporter went into detail about some villain returning that was supposed to have been slain 7 years ago, but what I was focused on was the shot of a church that just collapsed a block from my building. I was all alone tonight. Tasha was out of town and Katelyn was at her boyfriend’s house in Jersey. BOOM! Specks of drywall crumbled from the ceiling. I didn’t know whether I should run outside away from the fight or crawl into my closet. Suddenly a mass of black crashed through my bedroom window. In my shock, I screamed and ran into the corner of my room. The man stood shaking glass off himself. I immediately knew who he was. His black hair fell to his chin, his clothes were ripped and his skin covered in blood and grime. His metal arm reached down to his thigh, pulling out a piece of jagged glass. I watched him paralyzed, my bare chest rising and falling too fast with my heart beat. He held my gaze. In the chaos I forgot I was completely naked. His eyes roamed down my body incredibly slow. My next thought was about the Brazilian wax I had last week, which was extremely odd to think about in this moment, but my sense was heightened to that area now. He took a step toward me. His eyes were dark and charged. I remember hearing awful things about him in the past but he wasn’t murdering Black people in the street so he wasn’t really on my radar at the time. “Are you alright?” I couldn’t answer, I was still trying to catch my breath. His eyes went down my body again. I was mostly average. My frame very feminine and stacked like dark night hills. So I guess maybe I wasn’t that average at all. His attention sent heat flooding to my lower belly. I took some time studying him as well. He stood stocky and firm like a statue. I could feel the strength radiating from him. But as he moved his hair from his face he looked submissive and vulnerable. He turned away and grabbed my bedsheet. He wrapped it around my perky body stepping close. I could see the moisture resting on his face and full lips. There was debris stuck in my hair from the accident that he took his time pulling from my fluffy curls. He locked eyes with me, and I was lost in his. With each breath, my nipples met his chest, and I could see it was affecting him by the way his breathing quickened. “Is there a safe place I can take you?” No, I thought. I didn’t want this trance to end. Even with the chaos outside my window, I was enveloped in my attraction for him. The way he was reacting to me felt like a drug. I was fragile and safe here with him, a feeling I wasn’t used to. I dropped the sheet exposing my breasts, curvy belly and wide hips. It was his turn to be surprised. He looked at me as if I’d betrayed him. He stepped back trying to hold himself together. He was supposed to be a superhero, not a man who jumps into young women’s windows and takes advantage of them. I stepped closer, opening my eyes and body in the way I learned to let men know they were desired. I saw the battle he was having behind his eyes, but I craved him and I knew he wanted me too. He crept to me slowly, like a white wolf, until our bodies touched. I could feel his arousal on the front of my hip. Very carefully, he reached up and caressed my cheek. “Ehhh,” I whimpered. And from there he broke. His hands found my ass, squeezing, pulling and kneading as his tongue went into my mouth. His fingers, steel and flesh, traveled up my hips and waist as he growled in my mouth. After endless minutes of drinking in his soft lips and warm tongue we paused, taking a moment to catch our breath. I was hot and dizzy, my heart was pounding throughout my entire body. When I opened my eyes he was looking down at me. “You are so beautiful.” I needed him. I pressed my body to his, wrapping my arms and legs around him. I was wet and hot rubbing against his belly. “UGHHH!” He threw his head back. “Please,” I begged him. As the ground quaked, he laid me gently on the bed and took no time surrendering to me. He was completely tuned in to my body. My thighs, swollen breasts, and even my fingers were all having an intimate conversation with his mouth. He licked my neck working his hands down to my chest. The sounds of him sucking and our needy moans filled the room. He nibbled and kissed my stomach. Every single touch echoed straight to my drenched pussy. I didn’t care that we were complete strangers. Nothing ever felt more right than his body intertwined with mine. One hand on each knee, he spread my legs open wide. We were both spellbound and weary, utterly lost in ecstasy. “Can I taste you?” A floodgate opened at his words. “Yes!” I moaned. His warm tongue stroked my clit and I shuddered. He licked down to my opening, then found his way back up. His mouth closed in on that perfect spot teasing and sucking until I was cursing incoherently, all the while his hands squeezing my thighs holding them almost painfully apart. He pulled away slightly, tugging with his lips, then came back continuing his assault. The tension rose, I screamed louder as he went on and on. Then, “AHH OH AHHH. OH MY GOD!” My whole body felt like it was floating, everything was pulsing. He looked unbelievably sexy hovering in between my legs with his big muscles taught. I wanted him more than ever. “Are you sure?” “Please I need you inside me, now.” He removed what was remaining of his torn shirt. We both worked on unbuckling his pants. I didn’t think I could get any more turned on, but after he sprang to life my mouth and pussy was salivating. I admired it for a few moments, it was exquisite standing in between his strong thighs. Big, but not large enough to hurt me. He picked me up and sat me on my dresser. I placed my hand on his stubbled cheek. We both left our eyes open, staring into each other as our lips joined. We kissed deep and slow. His tip touched my opening, and I thought I might explode. He stretched me open in a leisurely and agonizing pace. With each inch he gained, I squeezed tight around him. “Ahhhh!” He groaned. I screamed out in response. Our shouts filled the air. His howls of pleasure was the best sound I’d ever heard. When he was fully inside me we gave ourselves a beat. I savored the size of him filling me up. My body clenched around all of him. “Stop.” He grabbed my hips as a warning. “Give me a second.” I obeyed. I couldn't have him cumming already. I was going to learn every ridge and vein of his him. He tenderly caressed my back. The prosthetic arm was surprisingly smooth on my body. Power radiated from it that sent extra waves of pleasure through me. “What’s your name?” His voice was a low purr. He had a slight smile in his eye. I loved the way his messy hair fell over the right side of his face. “Briana.” “I’m-” “I know who you are.” He held my chin softly with his thumb and forefinger but the kiss he planted on me was anything but. He began to pump, and his dick became the only thing in existence. He opened me wider going deeper and deeper until every nerve on my body became wired. I arched my back loving how it to let go and let all of him consume me. I held onto his muscular shoulders and let my cheek rest on his. As his thrusts got more needy my pelvis began to clench. He cursed as I tightened and released on him over and over while moaning softly in his ear. I lifted my hips up and slid to the edge of the dresser for leverage. I met each of his pumps and it gave me just the right amount of pain. I was dripping down my leg and his. “AARGH!” He held my body for dear life and I did the same, getting ready to completely shatter. I screamed at the tension building, I didn’t know his firm body could become any more tense but it did as his climax built. He pulsated, shooting his first few drops into me. Feeling his dick grow harder inside me released my orgasm. I lost all control. My body trembled and cried while he moaned and grunted. I don’t know whether it lasted a few seconds or five minutes. We went somewhere where time didn’t exist. Afterwards we held onto one another as we came down. My body was humming. I tried to move but we both ended up falling to the ground. Or it was more of me falling on top of him. I got the sense he would never let anything hurt me. Time went by with us laying on the floor, my leg draped over his and our fingers entwined just barely. I didn’t know what to do next and I got the feeling he didn’t either. He had these moments of shyness that was so adorable, it made me want to eat him up. My hands traced the lines of his chest and abs as he exhaled deeply. I propped up on my elbow so I could look at him. He smiled sweetly looking relaxed and peaceful. He was beautiful with his rough and jagged features, I could stare at him all day. “How do you feel?” He smiled wide. He knew my answer. We both laughed. “I feel-” I had to search for the right word. “New. How do you feel?” His smile faded. “I don’t feel anything.” I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t expecting anything. But..wow. I willed my spent body to move when his hand grabbed mine. “I didn’t mean-” He looked down then back into my eyes. “I never feel calm or still. For the first time in 100 years my mind isn’t racing.” His words washed over me, fully taking in the experience he just described, then realizing the reality of his life. Even without knowing his story, you can look at him and see the war that remained. And to know I gave him respite from that swelled my heart and my ego. He opened his mouth to speak again, then thought better of it. “What?” “Nothing.” “Tell me, please.” “I could lay in this room with you forever Briana.” But he couldn’t. A muffled voice filled the room. I followed his line of sight to a small black object on the floor. He cupped the back of my thighs and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist. He kissed my cheek and laid me on the bed. His lean, naked body walked across the room, picked up the tiny device and placed it in his ear. “Yea.” I heard undistinguished voices responding to him from the other side of the earpiece. I watched him as the conversation went back and forth getting a thorough view of his cut frame. His body was so unreal. “I’ll be right there.” He pressed his ear cutting off the call then came to my bedside. “You better get that beautiful dick out of my face if you actually want to make it out of here.” He laughed then covered it with his hand. It was so sexy. “That doesn’t make it better.” “Alright.” He yanked his pants up over his gorgeous ass and smoothed his hair from his face when I realized I was hooked. I felt fear, pleasure and longing all wrapped into one. “We got him, so, it’s safe now. I’ll send someone to fix the window in a few hours. Will you be ok?” “Yea, I’ll sleep in my roommates bed.” I scooped myself off the bed. He regarded me from across the room. That stare he had was hypnotizing. He came to me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist into a hug. I rest my hands in his hair as we both breathed in deeply. 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