Breakup Remedies

When I first saw you I knew something was up. A beauty like you shouldn't have lost that twinkle in her eye, shouldn't have her head held down so low when she brings so much light to those around her. I could tell immediately you'd been having a few rough weeks just from the way you held yourself, the way you moved and looked around with that straight, sullen face.

When I found you I couldn't help myself, but I had to help you. I saw you picking at the skin on your nails, blankly gazing at the weeds growing in the park. Something was clearly up, and perhaps you wanted to be left alone to your thoughts but I came and sat with you. You didn't seem to want to open up to someone else, you didn't want to go through it all; it took some convincing but I managed to get it out of you in the end.

A terrible breakup, with your fiancée no less. You'd found his messages to those other girls, managed to track them down and get the truth from them. All his late nights at work, all the spontaneous trips to see long lost friends from school, your sleepless nights waiting for him to return to you as you lay in bed cold and anxious without him... you told me everything. A childhood sweetheart after being friends growing up - you couldn't help but notice the changes within each other and things went from there. Things were good from there, but eventually he started to wonder if there was more he was missing out on. Clearly, he found that answer.

Had you ever wondered that too? Maybe you should have. With your entire world being one person, there's a lot to miss out on. A lot of places you could have gone, experiences you've missed out on, not to mention all the people you could've met. As we talked I saw the light inside you burn with that angry flame as you let out your frustrations. It's better to talk to a stranger who isn't going to go behind your back and spread rumours, who isn't going to judge you, just a sound board to straighten out your thoughts and let you know that it wasn't your fault.

I could tell you felt worthless, you were desperate and sad after what he did to you. Part of you was desperate for revenge, something to put him in his place after what his infidelity. You wanted to toy with his feelings as bad as he had with yours. I let you talk and talk and talk, and you let me in on the misery he'd caused you. I just wanted to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on when there wasn't another around. You felt as though you didn't have friends now after the breakup after your friends group had merged together after bring together so long - they were his, they preferred him anyway, you thought. I assured you that wasn't the case, and that he's the bad guy here. Anyone who sides with him after knowing what he did wasn't worth your time anyway.

I knew you didn't have all day to be moping around in the park and neither did I. I gave you my number there and then, telling you that I was around and willing to listen. I didn't take yours, the ball was in your court. I'd be here for you if you wanted me and if not, then at least I'd done one good deed.

I didn't get a reply until the next evening. It seems that you'd been giving it some thought, mulling it over, and decided to give me a shot. Worst case it was some free therapy after what had happened to you. We decided to meet somewhere public again - after all you didn't know anything about me. A little coffee shop downtown that'd been your favourite for a while, they had a library where you could take the books home or donate old books to their shelves. Over the years the better books had gone missing and been replaced with lacklustre paperback novels filled with pages of cheesy made-for-tv romance plotlines but that didn't bother you. You had your own books anyway, you were just there for the ambiance and the coffee, and now you were here for me too.

I wasn't sure if I'd ever get to see you again after that first time, but I sat there waiting for you to arrive and I have to admit you looked even better than I remembered. You'd glammed yourself up just enough that it wouldn't be too obvious, or so you thought, but I saw that little move to impress me as you strode over to the booth. After ordering our coffee we immediately picked up from where we left off and talked about what had happened since last time. Piece by piece of it all came together as I learned about your family and friends, pulling on the threads of the conversation to unravel the bigger picture of who you are. That's not to say it was entirely one sided; with the chapter of your life dominated by him coming to a close you started to work your way into a new one. I told you about myself and my own friends and family, what I kept myself busy with and the sort of things I liked.

Every now and again the conversation would go back to him, but I took the chance to grab your hands and hold them tight as I looked you deep in the eye to tell you it was going to be ok. It can't hurt you any more when it's over and clinging onto the ghost of your previous relationship wasn't going to help you. Of course it'd take time to let your wounds heal, to piece it all together in your head and look back on what went wrong, but there's no use sitting around feeling miserable forever.

Eventually the discussion grew lighter and lighter and I even managed to get a smile out of you, coupled with an infectious giggle. I couldn't help but stare as your eyes lit up with a warm delight that took me out of the coffee shop into a place with just the two of us. There was nothing else but me and you and the growing familiarity between us.

A few nights later you called me, crying over the phone about him again. He didn't seem to want to just let you go, he was intent on ruining more than he already had. You could have called one of your friends, maybe your parents, or vented to someone on the internet. No, you called me. I felt honoured but there was a hesitance to your voice that told me you felt like a bother, as if you weren't worth my time or that you were annoying me with the same problems again. You didn't mention it, but I reassured you nonetheless that I was glad you called, that I was happy to hear your voice and walk you through your problems.

It sounded like he'd gotten inside people's heads and made you out to seem like some sort of toxic monster, giving reason to the things he did. I'm sure he still knew you better, but you assured me it was all misunderstandings and exaggerations, some of it entirely made up. A few of your friends had seen through his manipulations and machinations, but you seemed genuinely upset at losing some of the people in your life. They're not the sort of company you should keep if they'll simply toss you aside like that, I reasoned, but you cried and cried into the night. I stayed on the phone with you until you fell asleep and listened to your breathing subside into a gentle huff before I hung up.

Soon after I decided it'd be a good idea to give you the opportunity to meet some new people. I invited you to join me with my friends, but promised that if you didn't like them you wouldn't have to see them again. Knowing them they'd love you immediately, knowing you it would be a good opportunity to get him off your mind. I had offered to pick you up but you decided you'd make your own way there. That didn't stop you texting me the whole way, asking about who everybody was and what we'd be doing. It wasn't anything much, just a board game night and silly talk with snacks. Light-hearted fun, and much needed socialisation away from the people causing you so much heartache.

I waited outside for you to show up amid a light drizzle and took you inside to get dry. You were dolled up again for me with flawless makeup and I could tell you'd just washed your hair by the way it shone like spun gold, but the most beautiful thing about you was your smile. I told you before we went in what I thought and you blushed a hot red, showing me that beautiful grin once more. I know how scary it can be to meet new people, especially so many all at once. I took your hand as we made our way inside, hiding it behind me as we crossed through the door. With one hand around your waist I gently ushered you inside to meet their smiling faces and waving hands. One by one I introduced them all but you'd had a briefing on each of them beforehand, and they'd had one on you. I told them to be gentle, to be kind, and take their time with you.

You were uneasy at first but you warmed to them pretty quickly. I kept glancing over to make sure you were fine and let you know that you were making a good impression on them. Somebody like you is easy to get along with, so I knew it wouldn't be a problem with your infectious smile. A few drinks helped slip you into a comfortable space and it wasn't long before you were acting like you'd known them a lot longer than a few hours. It was then that I really got an inkling of what he was really missing out on, a view at what you really could be when you're really yourself.

You left that evening with a soft smile across your face, expressing the completed feeling of being whole once more. I could tell things were on the mend for you now that he was out of your life, and finally making his way out of your mind. You didn't let me drive you there, but you wanted me to drive you back. I don't know if you were feeling anxious or uneasy, but whatever it was had gone completely. You showed me trust, and I had one or two things to show you as well. During the ride home I grabbed onto your hand and suggested we keep the night going, gripping your knee from the driver's side. I won't forget the face you made, that shy smile and how you cowered slightly. I knew you wanted to, you just didn't want to admit to it.

I took you to a secluded spot just outside the city on a rocky ledge beneath the stars with the twinkling lights of the houses and shops below us sprawling out for miles. The view was pretty magnificent, but all I could look at was you. We shared a kiss under those stars, huddling close in the cloying darkness, then another and another until you could feel your body thawing after so long. We both grew more desperate, more needy for each other as we threw away a whole hour making out there. That exploratory hand that rested on your leg didn't take long to wander further, down and up and along your sides, tracing the line of your back and up towards your neck. I fit the back of your head in my hand with your hair draped between my fingers and couldn't resist giving it a tug just as I leaned in for another kiss, pulling your head back to expose that slender neck of yours.

The shock on your face as I subverted your expectations was priceless, that genuine mixture of apprehension and excitement with your eyes dropping down to meet mine. I leaned into your neck and drew a slow, warm breath across your skin to which the tiny hairs stood up on end at the delicate sensation. With a sudden bite you squeezed out a tiny squeal that gave way into a breathy moan while my tongue traced the bands of muscle beneath your skin. Your tiny hand raise and its fingers stretched out uncontrollably as I bit down but I took the one closest to me and placed it on my thigh. From the bulge in the fabric you must have known where this was going and sure enough you allowed yourself to begin to explore me too.

With slow, deliberate movements you began to rub against the tip of my turgid dick and my body responded all on its own, my hips thrusting against your palm. As my fingers grazed your thighs I couldn't help but notice the heat coming from you - the burning passion and desire, the animalistic need to fuck. You didn't just want to make love; you wanted something raw, something powerful, something so complete that there wouldn't be room for him in your head at all anymore. Gone was that shy good girl, gone was the broken hearted doe as you clambered out of your seat with ungraceful, awkward movements to climb atop me. There wasn't even room for you without bending down and hunching over but you still did it, straddling your legs across my lap and grinding yourself against the bulging dick I'd presented you. You placed your arms around the back of my seat and pushed your chest into my face as you clung on for dear life while your pussy took control, scraping against me repeatedly as you writhed and moaned in a frustrated ecstasy. I know, sweetheart. There are too many layers between us. I let you have your fun for a while, pulling your tits out of that low cut fabric and making sure they got the attention they needed, before I grasped the seat position lever and dropped us both back so that we were lying down.

You were surprised again - this time I rolled you over so that I was on top and took one hand around that delicate throat of yours and squeezed, my thumb ran right up to the bottom of your ear. There it was again; that feverish anticipation of fear and excitement but this time it was laced with a poisoning lust. I wasn't sure if you were ready, but you were pushing me nonetheless. I started ramming my cock against your clit through the clothes, pounding and showing you what you were missing out on. Your face grew swollen and red as the pleasure within you heightened and your desperation grew. I didn't need to ask, I didn't need to check - you were drenched. Absolutely sopping wet. I could smell it in the air, I could feel it in the air. Thick, heady, sweet pheromones hotboxed right there in our cage of steamy windows. I stopped and began to nibble my way down your body along your tight breasts and down the curves on your sides, all the way to the top of your jeans. With a glance I could see your waiting expression, the anticipation in your eyes belying the shy expression you still tried to wear for my sake.

Using my teeth I unbuttoned the denim and pulled it down over your knees, revealing the white panties you harboured beneath, a little dark line of moisture precipitating from your pussy told me what I already knew. I gave you another glance before trailing up your thighs with my tongue, toying with you as I circled around your entrance, up and down, leaving my warm gasps along that slit and pushing my nose against your clit while I made slow laps up and down your length. You probably didn't even realise you were moaning and bucking your hips into me, but I definitely appreciated it. You needed me inside you more than you realised.

I pushed the panties aside and took my prize, savouring my first taste of you. You'd grown puffy and swollen from waiting so long, from teasing so long, from denying yourself what you clearly needed. I knew you were ripe, but like all the finest things in life they are best aged and matured - this lust was no different. I wanted to hear you say it - to break yourself down to a basal state of raw desire, to admit that your pretence of moderation and saccharine goodness was just a front.

I started licking you up and down, slowly at first, testing the waters on the slight movements and shape of my tongue against you. Each whimper and moan was a lesson learned as I lapped against your sensitive folds, drinking down the sweet nectar dribbling out of you. It didn't take long until you started to tremble and clutch the sides of the seat, gripping deep into the fabric as if you were about to explode from the feeling. I sucked on your clit with soft draws, circling my tongue around it with the pressure applied. You practically screamed at that.

I could tell it wouldn't be long before you came, but this wasn't the place. I let you get right up to the edge, a free sample, a preview of things to come. As I backed off with a piercing grin you almost screamed at me for stopping through shuddered breaths. We rode back to my place right there and then. You didn't even take any convincing - the promise of more was all you needed. If I hadn't have suggested it, you would have demanded it yourself. Good girl. I kept you warm with my fingers while I drove, making small circles around your sensitive clit and enjoying every second pressed up against that delicious pussy.

My place wasn't even too far from the lookout point, but if we were going to do this properly I'd need the tools of my trade to properly put you in your place. With one arm around your waist I marched you indoors, wasting no time in directing you to my bedroom. What you saw there shocked you, but I could tell there was a delighted intrigue in your expression that I was keen to explore with you. Kneel, I ordered. With a slight smile you dropped slowly to your knees and I enjoyed the view of your breasts from above, perky and tight, begging for attention as your nipples attempted an escape from their fabric prison. My jeans came undone and dropped to the floor and the throbbing rod before you needed no introduction. I didn't even need to tell you what to do - your lips found their target and you put yourself to work quickly, devouring that monster all the way down. With bright eyes you gazed up at me to gauge my reaction - you were doing just fine, baby girl.

Still, I needed control. Gripping the back of your head again I twisted your hair around the palm of my hand and took that control from you, thrusting my member down into your throat. You took it, you took it all. Small tears formed in your eyes, but I knew you had way more in you. That was a sufficient warmup for what was to come, and so I moved you over to the bed and attached you to the restraints there, face down with your ass up in the air. I gripped and squeezed and toyed with it, pushing a thumb against the tight band of muscle between those cheeks and was met with gasping moans. You'd never had that part of you explored, had you?

For a moment there was silence as I retrieved some of the instruments of my craft, first applying thudding pressure with a wooden bat. It left red marks on you and filled the room with the most delightful, satisfying slapping sounds as your flesh ripped under its momentum. Squeaking groans shot out of you and I coupled the pain with an exploratory hand on your sopping cunt, rubbing you up and down and enjoying every second of it. Next up came something a little sharper, a pin wheel that I ran along the sensitive parts of your skin. First, along the back of your neck while I probed your pussy with my middle finger, then further down your spine and along your sides all the while changing speed and pressure to keep the sensations new, tiny little marks trailing the pieces of you explored by this device. Next came your sides, those beautiful curves like rolling hills, and down along your thighs leading my way up from your knees towards your waiting cunt. I saved the best for last, striking your rear with my bear hand - feeling the stinging on my skin as you felt it on yours.

I asked you to tell me what you wanted and you obliged me in a defeated tone, a submissive tone, as I positioned myself behind you. Rubbing my cock between your puffy, swollen lips I got a deeper understanding of just how badly you needed this. You were ready long ago. I took one last look at my work, feeling the warmth radiating from those red marks all across that beautiful ass before plunging my way inside. As I filled you, you released a mewl and pulled against your restraints. There wouldn't be any escape, not now you were mine. I took one hand across your throat again and plunged into you deeper and deeper, striking your ass with my hand when you lease expected it and choking you good and tight. Like a dog I gripped down on your neck with my teeth while I fucked you raw from behind, slapping against that juicy cunt and stretching it out. Had you ever been filled so completely?

As I picked up the pace you started to scream out loud. Your chest dropped right down and your ass flicked high into the air as you positioned yourself for maximal depth, for maximal pleasure and thrusted yourself against me in rhythm. I growled in your ear, asking you again what you wanted. Cum. You wanted cum inside you, to be filled and used and bred like some beast in heat. You wanted to be brutalised, completely taken advantage of.