1. How My Revenge Started, Or The Power Of Pictures. Pt 1. The Prologue.


    Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: True Story, Ass to pussy, Blackmail, Cheating, Oral Sex, Young, Author: satyrsin, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    random, ugly, big-nosed motherfucker in his mid-twenties. She was laughing and had her head leaned back into him, her black hair loose and down and touching the side of his face. He was smiling like an asshole and not looking at the camera, he was glancing off to the side where his friend and Vanessa were making out. I kept looking down at how his hand was warmly in-between her thighs, so close to her skimpy lace underwear which I was sure she was wearing. So close to her pretty little snatch I could picture so perfectly from my head. That I had licked all over and fingered and fucked so many times before I couldn’t even count before. I didn’t know what the hell to do. I could literally feel a fire burning in the back of my eyes and my chest I was so furious. That was my girl to touch, mine to hold like that, mine to shove my hand in-between her thighs whenever I wanted. I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t breathe right. My mind raced with options. I could drive the whole hour out there to her place and wait for them to leave and jump him and kick his ass, but then I would have to deal with his friends. I could break or sneak in there with an axe and kill as many of them as I could. That one sounded tempting, but then I would have to deal with the cops and the rest of my life and my family. No. I could maybe just drive there and camp out over night, waiting for whoever the fuck these guys were to leave and then go in a teach her a lesson. I remembered I still had a spare key ...
    to her apartment. We had been dating and in love until three fucking days before after all. None of these were practical though, none of them helped calm the fire that was emptying and eating away at my gut. The other option that came to mind was just to get as fucked up as possible and to say fuck her. She was just a whore after all, and not even my whore anymore. I was feeling so insane and needed to get the hell out of my room, out of my house, the only people there then were my little sister and my mother, and I sure as hell didn’t want to see them right now. I kept refreshing the instagram feed though, I don’t know why. I needed to see if there were more. There weren’t, just those two pictures that I couldn’t stop staring at and hating. I broke away and texted my neighbor, Evan, one of my best friends since forever. “What are you doing man? Please tell me you’re up.” I scrolled through the random guy’s photos on instagram, he was tagged in the two pictures. I had no idea who the hell he was. There was one photo on there of him standing with a girl I knew that had graduated a few years before me, but nothing besides that. I felt sick. My phone buzzed. “Yo man whatsup” He had replied. “Please tell me you have some weed or something, I need to get fucking stoned.” “C’mon by homie.” “Thank fucking god.” I said to myself as I jumped out of bed and walked out my room. I had instinctually grabbed my phone to bring but I turned and hummed it at one of my pillows. It bounced off ...
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