Life Itself

Self-preservation

Self-preservation

/ˌsɛlfprɛzəˈveɪʃ(ə)n/

noun

the protection of oneself from harm or death, especially regarded as a basic instinct in human beings and animals.

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It was only normal for a person in her position to question what exactly went wrong in life to end up here. Twenty eight year old Dinah Hill née Bailey found herself asking that question a lot as of late.

Panting, moans and rhythmic squeaking of the of the bed, were the only sounds that filled the studio apartment.

She stared at the ceiling, making a mental note of the groceries that she had to buy, while the man above rut against her. She bit her lip in thought, she finished the last bit of toothpaste today, she also needed soap and laundry detergent.

While her mind had checked out, her body played the part. Gripping the man's shoulders, moaning and tightening her hold on him when she needed to. To speed things up a bit, she did a little kegel around the man and he moaned in pleasure. His thrusts became deeper and harsher and much to her relief, his orgasm came soon after her second kegel. No longer able to support his weight, he collapsed on top of her and showered her with wet kisses. He slowly slipped out of her and lay beside her with a satisfied grin.

She lay there for a minute or two without moving, it was more for her lover's benefit than her own. Slowly, she got up and disappeared behind the bathroom door after picking up her underwear, black mini dress, and socks as she went. She only picked up items that were closest to the bed. She came back into the bedroom dressed. She found Joe still laying in bed, with his back against the headboard and an unlit cigarette and lighter in his hands. She found her jean jacket on the floor, next to the couch. She dusted the jacket off and put each arm through it's respective hole and gently pulled out her braids out of the jackets hold.

"Where you going?"Joe asked, setting the cigarette and lighter aside while tracking her movements with a predatory gaze as she gathered the rest of her belongings. Though his tone was light, it had her bracing herself for impact. Her mouth molded into a reply, but then she stopped short of saying home. She refused to call that dump her home. "Back to my apartment," she said simply as she stuffed her left foot in her thigh high, high heeled boot and zipped it up.

"You haven't reached you're quota for the day, Dinah." The woman in question refrained from rolling her eyes at him, as she leaned against the wall to keep her balance as she put on her other boot. "Last week, when I asked you," she looked up from her feet then, to give him a pointed look,"you said that I could take off early today."

He got out of the bed with a flourish, as naked as the day he was born, and covered the distance between them. Her inspection started from his pale feet, to his hairy legs, to his thick, beefy thighs, to his slightly curved penis, to his narrow waist, then up his defined abs that were littered with tattoos, that hid his scars, to the large egal on his chest, up his neck then to his handsome face that could leave any man or woman breathless. He was cleanly shaved, showcasing his impressive and angular jawline. He had soft pink lips, a straight nose, thick, raven coloured eybrows that matched the top of his head and the carpet shrouding his penis, long eyelashes and lastly her bored, now unimpressed gaze met his pretty blue eyes, that were cold and devoid of any emotion. 

"I.Fucking.Own.You." he spat through gritted teeth while poking his finger in the middle of her forhead. Her eyes lit up with something fierce as she slapped his hand away. Fury ignited his own as he backhanded her, he repeated the action, in the opposite direction with twice as much force, when she didn't lose her footing after the initial strike. She knocked her head against the corner of the kitchen island on her way down making her groan in pain. It took a moment to get her bearings. She gingerly touched the spot where she bumped her head to see if she was bleeding, she was thankful that she wasn't. She was running out of excuses to give when she was asked how she got her latest injury. She stared up at the man with her eyes full of hate and angry tears threatening to fall. She wondered how a face and body so beautiful could house such an evil and twisted soul. She figured that if she wasn't such a sucker for pretty faces then maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. He kneeled before her and she fantisized about biting his dick in retaliation as she stared at the appendage, but she knew that if she did, she wouldn't leave this apartment alive. "Bitch I don't care about what I said last week! Let me make myself clear, if I decide that I want you riding dick until your vagina falls off, then you will do it. My word is law and I say that you're working tonight, do you understand?"