Point of View : Maria
Date written : Monday, November 28th, 2016
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*Smut may be involved. Just a warning. Anything in italics is smut.*
Eliza and I had been going out for two months now. We have been going on dates, work, and all this other extra stuff.
She thinks our work is important. Sure, it is important, but we haven't been having sex as often. I miss it. Coming from a husband who used to use me as his personal sex toy, that's a pretty nice thing, to have a break. But I am used to having sex every day and I want that back.
The fight occurred late Tuesday night, and ended that night as well.
"Maria. I'm trying to work. I promise I'm almost finished."
"Really? Because that was what you said yesterday. But here you are. Again. Going at it." I sighed, completely irritated that she would leave her girlfriend to suffer from lack of sex.
"Maria. I know I have said it before. Believe me. I truly am almost done. Then once I'm done, we can go have some girlfriend time. I promise." She looked at me with pleading eyes. How can I say no to her?
"Okay. I'll go wait in the bedroom." I smiled slightly, knowing that I was going to be able to play with her in bed tonight. I haven't played in bed in a while so I'm not going to be as good. That makes me upset, but I was tired the last time and she orgasmed seven times. I must have either done something different for the better, or she did it on her own.
About fifteen minutes passed, before Eliza walked into the room.
"Do we have to do it in the bedroom again?" I asked her.
"Well, no. We can do it in the living room or the kitchen." I clapped.
"Yay." She chuckled at my childishness, but only if she knew my fierce side. My rave sex side.
I grabbed her hand and we walked down the stairs together. As we reached the bottom, I thought of what would happen if something fell off of a shelf, as that happened last time we got nasty in the living room.
We began by sitting on the couch.
I leaned in to kiss her, but instead of her pushing me away like she normally did, she launched at me. Her lips captured mine, making my stomach swirl with butterflies and nerves.
I bit her lip, hard, signalling that I didn't want to play around. I wanted it to happen hard and rough. She licked the spot where i bit, and her tongue was covered in blood. She let me suck the blood out of it, and then we went back to our make-out session.
She pushed me onto my back, so she was atop of me. I whined, because I hated submission. I hated being under another's control, but I also knew she was a switch, so I let her have her fun.
"You are going to whine." She whispered in my ear, and grabbing my hip, causing me to squirm. She laughed at my pitiful attempt to get away, but then lowered his head to my ear again. "You are going to be denied release." I cried out.
