1. Rebound Sex


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: MadameMolly, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    Miranda clutched at her chest for hundredth time that day. It was becoming an all too familiar habit since her boyfriend had walked out on her. Lewis had left without any real reason. One day he was there and they were in love: the next he was gone. She begged him to stay, begged him to just talk it out, but it fell on deaf ears. Lewis refused to talk. So for weeks now Miranda would feel the pangs of missing him and clutch her chest in an attempt to hold it together, as if the gaping hole left by Lewis would swallow her whole. She had perfected the art of smiling and pretending she was okay; though she was anything but. Miranda’s own personal demons were released by him leaving. They took great pleasure and delight in telling her that it was because she wasn’t good enough, that she was a bad girl, and that she was hard to love. All of these things she had all heard before, things she knew deep inside to be true, even if for a short time Lewis had made her believe otherwise. Night after night dragged on she found herself wrapped in his shirt holding on to his scent, clinging to that last little bit of hope that he would return. Miranda woke from a sound sleep in need of the bathroom. Earlier that night she decided to drink the entire bottle of wine left in her fridge instead of eating dinner. She spent the evening singing loudly and dancing around her living room. It also meant she passed out on top of her bed with the light still on. She squinted and grumbled something about ...
    bright lights and crawled out of bed on wobbly legs. She made it to the bathroom and only stumbled once in the hall, giggling at herself until she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Miranda froze in her tracks, stunned at the state she was in and thought that it had to be a trick of the light. She flicked the light switch in the hall and walked back to the mirror. What greeted her made her gasp. Looking back at her was not the intelligent, fun, sexy woman she had once been. This woman looking back at her looked wild, borderline feral. Standing in a wrinkled, over-sized white button up shirt was a wilding; her curly auburn hair standing up in places looking unkempt, make-up smeared down her gaunt cheeks and dark circles under her swollen eyes. Even her eyes had a bit of wildness to them, like a frightened animal ready for fight or flight. This was the smack of reality Miranda needed to wake her up. She touched her face and turned her head from side to side, then ran her fingers through her hair. “No more.” Even her voice sounded strange. “What have I done to myself?” Miranda crawled back in the bed and wrapped her blanket around her. She suddenly felt too hot, so she kicked the covers off then pulled Lewis’ shirt off, throwing it across the room as if it was the reason for her discomfort. Pulling her blanket back up, Miranda did something she hadn’t done in weeks; she slept soundly through the night. Saturday morning she woke with a new feeling, a new sense of power. ...
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