1. Mindfuckers and the fucked: choose your side


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Author: Alpha_Male_NY, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Friday, and we'd stay till Sunday, wearing each other out, leg-up and face against the wall, turn her on all fours, bang her into oblivion, fall asleep for an hour, wake up with a stoned-wall erection and go at it. Seven weeks, no more, no less. It was a glorious experience. She made me wear my uniform, as she pulled my pants off and went down on me. I'd discipline every chance I got. I'd see her drenched in sweat, fire in her iceberg eyes, she'd fight dirty; girls have been endowed with a razor-tongue, quit incisive and on point remarks, their intuition is sharp as a hawk's vision, nature's way of compensating to women for having made them weaker, more emotional, less logical. And so I wouldn't question her resolve, how she'd lovingly seize the moment and attack me out of nowhere, a sucker's punch, arm herself with a kitchen's knife, wake up with a broken nose. She'd bleed until the stain dried down her nostrils, her lips swollen, that night when you succumb to alcoholic bliss she'd slip out the door and venture into the night for two hours or so. Emilia would pick up a complete stranger and let him have his way with her, then rush home and sleep next to her unsuspecting husband until the moment he'd get up, sobered up and hard, mounting her hard, with or without her consent. Emilia had learnt to keep quiet, to breath and just take him; some nights, she'd have plenty of wine and purge herself for being a sleazy girl until her husband woke up to ravish her, make her his toy, ...
    fuck her good, and she'd enjoy it. But most nights she was just bored with the same routine; it had been fun initially, when they began dating, Emilia loved his roughness and the sudden sexual attacks, predatory sometimes. She'll never hold back, her heart pounding behind the door she tries desperately to close in a frenzy behind her. It was pure adrenaline, younger perhaps and a brutal sexual chemistry that bounded them together. You can always solve in bed; not solve in essence, just come to an understanding. It's part of building tension, a way to keep their interest piqued. One rule is, you do not let them get too comfortable around you; you don't play too nice a guy, in other words. That other man in her life didn't have access to her, separated as they were by an ocean, half a continent away, he was now at the mercy of a phone call she may never return. She may not pick up, maybe she's busy or she's playing games, whatever the case may be, it's not a good prospect. It's never recommended to initiate a call when you're in this type of relationship because if your significant other decides not to answer, suspicions start to arise. She may be just genuinely busy, or she may want to increase the tension, make him test his resolve, push his buttons. The thing, that girl did not play games; she had said that if I made any noises during the conversation over the phone, she'd bite my dick off. She just wants to go down on me as she talks to her boyfriend, and that's all I want ...
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