In the dimly lit corner of the bar, a woman with a striking pixie haircut and side cleavage caught my eye. Her name was Cassandra, a fiery and independent artist who was known for her bold and unconventional style. She was sitting alone, sipping on a glass of red wine, and I couldn’t resist the urge to approach her.
“Hello, I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” I said, extending my hand. “My name is Alex.”
Cassandra looked up at me with a smirk and a glint in her eye. “Well, hello there, Alex. What brings you to this little establishment?”
I took a seat next to her and ordered a drink. “Just looking for some company, I suppose. And I must say, I’m quite taken with your unique style.”
Cassandra blushed and thanked me, and we spent the next hour talking and getting to know each other. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, and I knew I had to take a chance and ask her back to my place.
To my delight, Cassandra agreed.
As soon as we walked through the door, we were all over each other. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and our hands explored each other’s bodies. Cassandra’s pixie cut tickled my face as we kissed, and I ran my fingers through her short hair.
I slowly trailed kisses down her neck, making my way to her cleavage. I could feel her heart racing as I teased her nipples with my tongue, and she let out a soft moan.
Cassandra wasn’t shy about taking control. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, grinding her hips against my growing bulge. I reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands.
Cassandra leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I want you inside me, now.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply as I reached down to guide myself inside her. She was wet and ready for me, and I slid in easily.
We moved together in a rhythm, our bodies in sync. Cassandra’s moans grew louder and more urgent as I hit her sweet spot, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
But I wasn’t ready for it to end just yet. I pulled out and flipped Cassandra onto her stomach, lifting her hips up and entering her from behind. She let out a satisfied “oh” as I filled her up again.
I grabbed onto her hips and thrust deeper, harder. Cassandra was moaning and gasping, completely lost in the moment. I could feel her walls tightening around me, and I knew she was close.
With one final thrust, I pushed us both over the edge. Cassandra cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around me. I followed soon after, emptying myself inside her with a groan.
We collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied. I wrapped my arms around Cassandra and pulled her close, feeling her heart beating against my chest.
It was a passionate and unforgettable encounter, and I knew I would never forget the pixie-cut pixie who had stolen my heart.
