1. The Fight


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Extreme, Mature, Voyeurism, Author: imaretta, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I knew she was angry by the way she kept quiet in the cab but she stomped up the steps to our apartment and shoved the door open with a little more force than necessary just to drive the point home. After she threw her purse on the table I finally, although reluctantly, asked her what was wrong. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You’re an asshole, that’s what’s wrong.” I hated name calling. It was so childish. I loosened my tie and said, “Natalie, we were fine at the party and then suddenly we get in the cab and you’re pissed off. What the hell did I do between walking out the front door to Aaron’s house to getting in the taxi?” “I saw the text!” she shouted. “What text?” “When you asked me to hold your phone for you while you put your jacket on I saw the text from her, David.” She said my name the way someone would say the word “tarantula” or “root canal”. I made a face. “Who the hell texted me?” “Jasmine, you dick!” Again, with the name calling. “Please stop calling me names and when did she text me?” I said, pulling out my phone. Sure enough, there was a text from my ex-girlfriend from a few hours earlier. “Nat, I didn’t even see the text and I didn’t respond to it, what’s the problem?” “How long have you been talking to her?” my current girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at me accusingly. “I haven’t been talking to her,” I said. “This is the first time she’s texted me in months and I have no intention of replying to her.” “Ex-girlfriends ...
    don’t just start texting out of the blue for no reason!” she shouted and stomped off towards our bedroom. You gotta be kidding me. I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, collapsing on the couch with a heavy sigh. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. I was tired and slightly drunk and all I wanted to do after that party was come home, fuck, and then fall asleep. No chance of that happening now; I could hear her angry murmurs echoing down the hall. “Don’t you think you’re being just a bit ridiculous?” The second the words left my mouth I regretted them, so much so I actually face palmed. She went silent for approximately three seconds and then BOOM! She stormed from the bedroom, her angry heels making a racket down the hall while she rained a litany of expletives upon me. I can’t even be sure of what she said but to prevent myself from digging a deeper hole, I removed my hand from my face when she stood before me and gave the impression that I was giving her my full attention. Here’s the thing, I don’t know what the hell she was saying because she had partially undressed in the bedroom and was now ranting in nothing but her short black skirt, a pink lace bra, and her noisy stilettos. Her hair, which had been pinned up for the party, was now loose and wild around her face and her chest was heaving with the exertion of her anger. She was really fucking pissed. I was really fucking turned on. I felt my cock twitch and bit the inside of my cheek to prevent a smirk. She’d cut my ...
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