Lost now Found

Soarin kissed Dash deeply as they sat on the couch in his apartment. She returned all of her pent up passion back to him, renewing the kiss rapidly to allow every angle possible to be explored. She felt his hands begin to search around her body, slowly rubbing here and there as he made his way up her sides and to her chest. She had never done this before so she let him control the action as she let herself go to him.

"I've never done this before" Soarin said as he broke the kiss. Dash was surprised by this but tried not to show it. She had always assumed that Soarin had plenty of hot sex because of how incredibly good looking he was. As he said this his hands found their targets and began to massage slowly, gaining speed as they resumed their kiss. Tentatively, Dash poked her tongue through the gap in their mouths, and Soarin pushed harder into the kiss in response. She explored his mouth with her tongue and they fell backwards so that he was laying on top of her on the cushions. Dash wrapped her arms around his neck and continued her oral adventure while Soarin began to work her jacket out of the way. Dash helped him take her jacket off and she flung it across the room without breaking the kiss. Soarin took the oppurtunity to pull his shirt off breaking the kiss only for a moment to pull the fabric over his head.

He then fell onto her deepening his kiss even further and pressing hard when he massaged her plump breasts. He grinded against her and she could feel a hard bump in his pants. She shivered as he grinded over her vagina and she felt herself becoming exceedingly wet.

Suddenly, Soarin broke their bond and sat up while grabbing the bottom of her shirt and beginning to work it upwards. Dash hurried him along as she raced back into the action, craving just the feel of his package against her lower lips. Her shirt off, Soarin dove back into the kiss while dash undid the connection on her bra strap. Soarin accelerated his grinding and massaging, pulling the bra off when it was loose. Dash's wings went entirely stiff.

This was his first impression, she prayed to Celestia that she lived up to whatever wild dreams he had. He looked down and stared for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly open. Dash panicked for a moment thinking that he was disapproving, but as she watched his wings slowly perked up and he suddenly  moved his head downward and began to suckled one of her tits while he fondled the other. Dash arched her back and let out a moan of ecstasy at the action which caused Soarin to suckle harder. He pulled his mouth off for a moment to lick the nipple and then dove back onto it, using his tongue to send shockwaves like earthquakes through Dash's body. She looked upward as she arched her back again letting out another moan of pleasure. She looked down at Soarin who was working diligently at her breasts. Dash wore a look of joyful pleasure on her face as she pulled his chin up to look at her. She gently nudged him towards her face and bent down to meet him in another kiss.   He began to grind on her again as she rubbed her hands down his chest. She stopped for a moment and let out a small sound as she felt him rub against her now soaked pussy and then continued to move her hands towards his pants. She grabbed his package and fondled it as best she could while they continued to kiss and Soarin fondled her breasts.

Soarin let go for a moment and slid his pants down to his knees, giving Dash only one layer to deal with and then he continued to grasp her breasts. Dash ran her hand up and down the outline of Soarin's penis as she judged its size. She worried for a moment as she explored that it wouldn't fit but dismissed the thought as they continued to grope each other. Soarin pulled her pants down in one motion while keeping the other hand focused on a breast. Now with only two layers of thin cloth between them, Dash felt his penis slide up and down the line of her vagina, causing the outside of his underwear to become wet with the juices of her excitement. She practically screamed into the kiss at this and clutched Soarins sides as her back arched involuntarily again.

Dash was in a place that she had never been and that she never wanted to leave from, but....something nagged at the back of her mind. She aided Soarin's grinding as she felt the tug in her brain grow stronger. She screamed out in pleasure more as he dug so deeply with his grinding that her lips parted a bit, letting more fluids spill out from the sides of her panties and onto the couch below. Suddenly, the kiss was broken. Soarin looked into her eyes and she into his, and Dash stopped. Her expression changed to one of confusion as her mind finally came forward with it's information.

She realized suddenly that, to her dismay, the spot in her heart that she had been so ready to fill, so ready to be rid of, was still there. She felt more alone than ever even while she lay in Soarin's arms. Soarin saw her look and got up. He then donned a look of confusion too, but for entirely different reasons. Dash was almost in a trance as she realized that no amount of sex would fix her problem. She sat up and looked at Soarin. He looked expectant for an explanation but Dash didn't have one.

They sat there in awkward silence for a moment, before Dash finally said "I don't want this." She didn't even know that she had formed the words and was surprised at how well her brain was responding after the copious amounts of alcohol she'd used to shut it up. She got up and began to collect her clothes and put them back on while a dumbfounded Soarin sat watching her on the couch.

"What did I do?" he asked in bewilderment. He thought they had been having a wonderful time until she suddenly stopped.

"Nothing...I just...need something different. I'm not really sure..." She said this as she put her shoulder bag back on. She rushed to the door and stopped at it. She turned around to face Soarin and apologize. But when she saw the look of dismay on his face she started to cry and ran out the door to hide it. She ran to the edge of the street and jumped upward and opened her wings and flew.

She flapped her wings as hard as she could as she sped back towards her mansion in the sky. She cried all the way up to her front door which she slammed open and didn't bother to close. She ran to her bed, jumped into it, and screamed into a pillow. She promised herself that she would never let her desperation take over again.