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"Leaving her still bound, I showered and changed, and then sat, allowing myself to cool down, before releasing her. But poor Tillie, having come down from her high, sweaty and come-soaked, started shivering as I untied her. Looking small, and cold, and frightened, and confused, something changed as I lifted her off the bed. Suddenly overwhelmed with the enormity of the situation – what I had done, what I had thought – I enfolded her into my arms and pressed my lips to her damp and matted hair. "Oh my God," I muttered, holding her tight, "What have we done?"
"After that, we tried to tone it down, goodness knows; but Tillie, it seems, was hopelessly addicted to sex – especially directed sex, and the climaxes it generated. I knew she was off the wagon – I doubt she ever really got on it. And she expressed less and less remorse at each subsequent transgression. "You brought me to this," she complained, "You can't, now, keep me from it!" We tried to work it out, talking for hours and hours– ad nauseum, it seemed at the time, though it was probably no more than three weeks – time was, during that period, no more than a foggy blur. We discussed the difficulties of our strange reality, looking for solutions but never really finding any that weren't, in Tillie's mind, untenably restrictive. It seems I had molded, over the course of just under a year, this incredibly wild, sexually outrageous creature; but now she was melting.
"Finally, just over two months ago, she left. I came home and found her closet empty and her belongings gone – no note; no nothing; not yet; not ever, I don't doubt. She'd just gathered up her stuff and vanished. Like liquid chocolate, she ran through my fingers and was gone." I suddenly felt grief-stricken and bereft all over again. "Yeah, gone," I added wryly, "leaving me with nothing but a sticky mess on my hands."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoLike the previous commenter, I liked the way this started. A lot. Unlike him, I did stop reading part way through, except to check the ending. I guess I'm just too much of a romantic to read it all.
Five, for the beginning.
quietman200almost 11 years agoVery well written, but tough to deal with. I liked the way it started and thought it was going to be a sweet romance, but as they started down the dark path, it got more and more disturbing, and like another reader, I could see what was ultimately coming. I almost quit reading but wanted to find out exactly how it unfolded, so I made myself finish it. Like another reader said, it's a prime example of how to totaly screw up a great relationship. Our darker side is part of who we are, but most of keep it supressed for a reason. If it takes over, we can easily go down a similar path with silar results.
I will say that the public sex scenarios don't seem realistic, especially the low jobs in the bar, and going into that much much detail with all the descriptive language probably isn't how a person would tell the story to a friend, but dramatic license allows for some leeway there, especially when it is as well-told as this. I don't know if I would read it had I known the twist it was going to have, but you manipulated that twist masterfully. Well done! I just kind of wish I had had some warning before reading it as I too felt drained after reading it.
Anonymousover 14 years ago"Be careful what you wish for..." Tillie is the love, the lust, the nymph ...the slut - we all crave: willing, wanting, insatiable. But if we found her, could we handle it?
Great read....well done!
..Rollo
Anonymousover 15 years agothis was ever so weirdly fantastic... a shame we never know what happens to her. Then again it is all about the suspense.
Goddiva11almost 16 years agoThis is a prime example why all fantasies aren't meant to be a reality. This is an extremely erotic story but I be damned if by the end of it I didn't feel phyiscally drained like my nane was 'Tillie!
