When The Darkness Takes Us: Jess's Story

Just Want to be Fucked

My body is on fire. The orgasms come one after another after another. Finally, hours later, I'm spent and can't go anymore, but I'm still throbbing. Every nerve tingling.

I'm still attractive enough to fap to. I can make a man hard. He's looking at my picture and masturbating to me.

Fantasies run wild. What if it turned out he lived nearby? Or hell, even a few states away. I think of sucking his dick, pinning him down, smelling him, feeling him. A male body under mine. A hard cock pressing into the soft flesh of my belly.

Kissing. Kissing passionately. It has been so long since anyone kissed me passionately. I want that...that need.

I've been the only one with any need for so long. Oh my god oh my god oh my god, it feels good that someone might need me for once. A man might want to touch me. I wanna be touched so fucking fucking fucking badly. I want hands on my breasts, on my waist...my ass. I want gentle kisses trailed down my neck, my belly, over my inner thighs. I just want to be fucked. I just want to be fucked.

A married woman should be fucked all the time.

I wish Travis wanted to fuck me. He's the one I want to be with. He's the one I want all over me. He was all over me once. I don't know why he doesn't want me that way anymore. I don't know what I did to ruin it. I wish Travis wanted to fuck me.

It's so nice to feel wanted again, but I wish...I really wish...I wish I was wanted by him. I wish he was the one asking for lewd pictures. I wish his cock was hard for me.

But this stranger that I know nothing about-save for the fact that he doesn't like women and he begrudgingly tried to help me-this stranger is a nice distraction for me. I throw together a mishmash of traits in my head and imagine him. Imagine fucking him. I couldn't orgasm again if I wanted to and I'm exhausted from masturbating. I decide to take a shower.

I meet Linda in the hall on the way to the bathroom, towel and clean pajamas in hand.

She looks me up and down and her mouth pops open. "You're taking a shower?" She sounds amazed.

"Yes."

She gapes and shakes her head. "About time. Have you taken even one since you moved in?"

I scour my memory. "No," I murmur, looking down at my feet. "I guess I haven't."

Linda puts her hand on my upper arm and gives it a little squeeze. "Better late than never. Come on, I'll show you how to work the hot water. The handle is a little tricky and these pipes are old."

She comes into the bathroom with me and shows me how the shower works. She explains that the hot water knob sticks and you have to wiggle it a bit. She also warns me very sternly to shut both knobs very slowly.

"These pipes are old. If you turn them off too fast, you can damage the pipes. I'm not dealing with trying to get a contractor in the midst of the apocalypse. Don't break my pipes."

She has her finger poised in midair. She's giving me a no-nonsense look.

I don't know why I do it. I throw my arms around her and hug her tight.

She tenses. Then she relaxes and pats my hair. She gives a soft chuckle. "You'll be okay, Jessica. Now wash your body off before people start thinking I'm running a fish farm in here."

I take a step back and stare at her.

She smirks and shrugs. "I wasn't gonna say anything, but since you're finally ready to shower, I gotta ask, how do you not smell yourself?"