Deliverance (Fem x Stem)

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Lilliana Morst

It's early Thursday morning and I'm going to leave. I got myself three bags that were filled with necessities, medicine, food, clothes, and money. Teyanne doesn't even think about farting at this time of day, so she shouldn't even catch me leaving. The rest of my things- well, somehow I'd get them back.

I was slipping on my Crocs and unlocking the front door when I was whipped around. Teyanne, angry and alert, was glaring at me. "I knew you'd try to pull some shit like this. Thought my ass was sleep huh?" She pushed me against the wall, and snatched my things out of my hands, throwing it across the apartment. "Yuun think I saw yo bags at the back of the closest?"

"Teyanne, stop! If you're not gonna treat me right, then I'm leaving."

"You're mine baby," she smirked at me, laughter dancing in her dark eyes, "yeen going nowhere."

"I just need a break," I tried to reason with her, "some time away."

She snatched me off the wall, pushing me to the ground as I struggled to stay on my feet. "You are staying here," she declared with a thin layer of calm in her voice. I didn't want her to hurt me again so I nodded quickly. She instantly seemed to go back into her normal self. Or rather, the Teyanne I thought I knew. "You wanna cuddle? It's still early."

I fumbled for a response. "Yes," I answer softly. She goes around and picks up my things, putting them high up in the hallway closest out of my reach. I felt like a little kid in trouble. I followed her back to our bedroom and she fixed up the bed, looking back to shoot me a soft smile. Fear and stress coursed through my veins as I laid next to Teyanne and curled my body against her.

She gripped my ass, giving me a silly grin. "You wanna fuck, mama?" No, I really don't even want to look at her right now. "Yes daddy," I say softly, managing not to throw up. She lays me on my back and slides between my thighs, kissing me gently across my freshly showered body. I smell like mint and coconut, and a hint of Shea butter. She sucked across my skin as I tried to think about other ways to get out of this relationship. I wasn't going the traditional route of thinking either.

My mind landed on the perfect option, although now my stomach tinges with guilt. Find someone else to take my place. Another girl she'll want. I squeeze my eyes shut and moan softly so that Tey doesn't know my mind is distracted. I promise I won't let this next girl get hurt like me, I'll save both of us. This is just the best option right now. Anything else might cause her to treat me worse if she found out. I'm surprised she hadn't taken my phone yet.

Tey's moan brings me back to reality and I engage in our sexual moment. After we're done, or rather, she's done, Tey rolls over on her side, forgetting about cuddling with me. I lay on my side, my back to her. Where would I find the perfect girl for Tey? What's her type even? I guess my best bet would be to go with a girl who looks like me.

A girl just like me.