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Click hereThe hand around my throat tightens. The night blurs and tiny pinpricks of light float before my eyes. His cock is pulsing inside me, beating like a heart.
I hear a zipper being pulled up, boots retreating heavily down the steps. He leaves me doubled over the railing gasping for air
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I'm so close. So close.
Joel wakes up as I am about to cum. Sensing my arousal, he reaches for me. I push his hand away. I hate the way it creeps up to my shoulder, so timid, so needy. I brush it off brusquely, thoroughly, making sure the gesture expresses the full measure of my disdain. I scoot a little closer to my edge of the bed and burrow down into my pillow leaving no room for pleading or debate. I wait for him to go back to sleep so I can finish.
The hand comes back but this time its different. It does not touch my shoulder but rather grabs it wrenching it so that I am face to face with my husband does not, all of a sudden, look like my husband at all.
With one hand he gathers my wrists together and mashes them into the mattress above my head. With the other he yanks up my nightgown. He pushes a finger, then two into me, laughs at how ready I am, how much I am shaking with need.
"So this is what you want," he snarls. "You should have told me instead of playing games."
Who is this man? He has my husband's features but arranged into an unfamiliar hardness. His body too feels harder, leaner and stronger. He pries my thighs apart with his own, positions himself, then slams his cock in up to the balls.
"That stunt you pulled tonight, did you do that for me?" He forces himself in even deeper bruising my cervix. "Did you? Do that? For me?" He slams his hips against mine grinding out the words through gritted teeth.
No. Maybe? "Yes." It doesn't matter any more. His hand is around my throat. I surrender myself to the anger that pounds me into a drooling mess. My gentle husband's eyes gleam with a murderous hunger.
There it is. Oh...
I'm done and now I can sleep. Beside me Joel snores lightly, scooched all the way over to his edge of the bed, oblivious as ever.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoPlease flesh out the story where she is hunted in the forest by the men on horses... but they can't wait to take her back to the castle...
PleaseDarlingalmost 4 years agoPlease write more stories! I have never read a story written in this way before... And I love it!!!
Anonymousover 4 years agoI loved this. Well done.
Your use of language is excellent, the way you framed each story as it showcased a different context, a different allure to the fantasies of being used as an object for another's pleasure - really, phenomenal. the various degrees to which this occurs, in some parts you being almost complicit or even taking the lead, in others you being the victim. all throughout, you are taken again and again, as a product of your mind to fulfil the lust your partner cannot.
I also liked that it captured, to a degree, the varying ways that different people use or need sex. Some to satisfy loneliness, others to satisfy lust, some to project power (in some instances, you actually goading that person into raping you to fulfil you; in that way, you being used was of your own device and their submission to you).
Phenomenal. Write more, you have talent; and, I bet, not just for cum-worthy erotic tales.
Anonymousover 5 years agoConsidering current events, I could see the story party discussion being real life. It worked for me up until the dare was issued.
The husband is right to worry about her behavior costing him his position. Someone would say something to someone who wasn't there, and the next thing you know he's ruined and terminated. Colleges are so frightened that they might lose the majority of their students that they will go overboard to show what White Knights they are no matter who gets hurt unjustly.
The numbered vignettes demonstrate that (assuming these are her fantasies) she doesn't have much respect for him. Think he's going to miss this? Not a chance. Putting myself into his zapatos for a moment, I'd invite her to go find what she really wants and never darken my door again.
While I'm not enamored of this story, it was well-written and I expect to find something of you work which I do find pleasant.
ERossAltoover 5 years agoHi thirstformisery,
I very much liked your story. I did find it a little long for one sitting, but that's probably because I have a short attention span. :/ The story was well written, well conceived, and compelling.
I like the main character but did feel sorry for her husband. It's hard to be any kind of "strongman" in this day and age of #metoo. Most of us just want to somehow get laid without being fired or thrown in jail. Oh, and without actually hurting anyone -- that's important, too.
Anyway, I'm rambling now. I tend to do that. Two thumbs up!
