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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, ...