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Journal Entry Ten

Journal Entry Ten

I believe my actions of putting that vixen in her place woke her up to what I am capable of doing. I wouldn't want to punish her for disobeying my orders.

It's almost laughable how she is the therapist, yet I have the upper hand in everything we do.

After all, a man without power is not a man at all.

-H

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Harry rolled off of Emily, almost disbelieving.

"Ugh, Harry!" She yelled in annoyance. "This is the second time this happened this week!"

Usually he would just disregard her whining, but this time it was different. This was the second time he tried having sex with Emily, and he couldn't get it up.

He didn't know what was going on, and he himself was confused.

Emily, in her naked glory tried to stroke him with her hand, to get him feeling horny again but it wasn't working.

Allison, the voices whispered. Allison, Allison, Allison!

Hearing those words in his head forced him to think about her, and make him recall the events that occurred in the past two days.

He thought about how firm and full her ass felt in his hands, how the soft skin of her stomach felt under his fingertips, how their tongues tangled and connected...

"That's better," Emily commented, smirking down at his dįck before rolling a condom on.

He was so disgusted with himself that he let himself get hard again over Allison, when he basically told her to never tempt him again.

Harry was so consumed in his own thoughts that his didn't even realize Emily had placed her lips on his own.

Her lips are too thin, he thought as he tried to kiss her back and hold her hips while she straddled him. And where are her curves?

While casting a glance at her not so generous naked chest, he almost curled his lip up in distaste. That's where he realized enough was enough.

"You have to go," he ordered, pushing her away from him. "I need to wake up early tomorrow so I can get to the office."

She raised and eyebrow at him. "You do realize it's 4 in the afternoon, right?"

"Just leave!" he yelled harshly, turning away from her to head to the bathroom. "By the time I'm out from the shower, I want you gone from my apartment."

Her eyebrows rose but she kept mute as she stood and shimmied her dress on.

Harry stood in the shower, his head leaned against the wall as the water trickled through his hair and down his back. His mind betrayed him as his thoughts were filled with the likes of Allison. There was no escaping this woman.

He could only think of how her voluptuous body felt under the fingertips, the way her soft full lips enveloped his own, the way her curls felt in his hands.

Again, his body betrayed his as he felt his hand stray to his length. He thought of Allison as he jacked off in the shower, groaning her name. He thought of Allison as he reached his climax. He also thought of Allison as he came, with his head leaned against the white tile, panting out shallowed breaths.

Fucking black magic, he thought as he continued his shower as if nothing happened. Fucking witchcraft.

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a/n: this is THE shortest chapter I have ever written. I'm so annoying I couldn't fit more into the chapter, but I felt as if it wouldn't flow if I did.

well, I'm working on the next chapter right now so if I write fast enough, I could possibly do a double update??

all the love, rachel. x

p.s. picture of emily in the media bar.

p.p.s. also I'm sorry for the way Harry described Emily when he was thinking about Allison. I hate body shaming and comparing women with each other.

We shouldn't be competing against each other with out looks, we should be competing together with our brains against society's patriarchal tendencies.

because despite you wanting to call ya man daddy when he's giving it to you, show him what happens the minute he tries and demean your capabilities :)

^sorry, my inner feminist came out. but you get the point.