Unexplored Fantasies (18+) - Sexy one shots
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Psycho || 1
"She was like a drug, I couldn't leave her, and being with her was killing me slowly."
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This time, I wasn't playing games.
She understood me. Loud and clear.
She understood us, but she always hesitated to be exclusively mine. Why was that such an issue for her? That's the one thing I couldn't grasp.
She had a habit of playing those stupid games all the damn time. She was like a drug, and I couldn't break free from her grip. Being with her was gradually tearing me apart.
She was driving me to madness. At this rate, I'd end up in a mental institution sooner or later.
Yet, I couldn't get enough of her. Many times, on countless occasions, I attempted to leave her, but no other woman satisfied me the way she did. Not just in the bedroom, mind you.
What was wrong with me? She betrayed me, yet I felt like she was my everything. Without her, I was nothing. I couldn't simply let go.
A door opened, and footsteps approached. I sat in a dark corner, observing her.
She glanced around, thinking no one else was there, relieved that the only person she expected was me. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, and a smile spread across her face as if a massive burden had been lifted.
Her hair was disheveled, and she appeared as though she had an incredible night with someone—I no longer cared who. Why bother asking? What was the point anymore? The only thing that mattered was that it wasn't me. Or should I say, it wasn't only me?
She tossed her bag onto the couch and pulled out her phone. She began texting someone, and I waited.
I didn't know what I was waiting for. I didn't understand why I was subjecting myself to this, to her.
Suddenly, a piercing sound shattered the room's silence, and I watched indifferently as she answered her phone.
"Hello, who's this?" Her expression turned worried. I contemplated stepping out of the shadows and confronting her, but I held back.
"No, no, you can't come here. I'll be there tomorrow, I promise. Not my home, that's off-limits." She appeared irritated by the person on the other end of the call.
Was one of her boyfriends phoning her for a late-night rendezvous? Why did she even care if the person came to her home, our home?
She knew I wouldn't abandon her regardless. She understood the power she held over me and didn't miss a single opportunity to exploit it.
So why was she denying that person? It wouldn't hurt if I saw it in person, would it? How could it break me even more? I didn't believe it was possible to be more broken.
"No, listen to me. He and this place, stay away from here, or all deals are off." With that, she abruptly ended the call.
She grabbed her head and let out a frustrated scream. Sometimes, I wanted to believe that something troubled her, that someone or something was bothering her, and that's why she acted this way.
But I never acted on that instinct. How could I? It seemed as though He was only making a bigger fool of himself. She didn't want me, and I wasn't prepared to accept it, so I concocted theories that she was innocent.
Deep down, though, I knew. Nothing could justify cheating on those you love. She never loved me. It took no effort for her to leave me, and she made no effort to come back when I left her.
It was always me, crawling back to her, like a moth to a flame.
Finally, I decided to step out of the shadows, positioning myself behind her. She remained unaware of my presence, leaving me perplexed about how to confront her.
"Hey, what's up?" I settled for a casual greeting, once again lacking the courage to face her head-on. I was always afraid of discovering the truth, even though I already knew it. Confronting her only made it more tangible.
I was losing my sanity. What more proof did I even need? She was sick, and I was sicker for tolerating her nonsense like a spineless fool.
"Hey, were you awake?" I saw her expression solidify into that indifferent look, the one I despised.
"Yeah, the phone woke me up."
"How long have you been here?" Her voice trembled with uneasiness.
"Does it really matter, Irene?" I looked at her briefly, then averted my gaze when our eyes met. I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know.
I didn't want to know.
I repeated the mantra, not wanting to know where she had been, or why she did what she did. I didn't want to know why she couldn't love me. No, I didn't want to know.
She stood up, signaling her intent to leave once again. Why did I have to ask? Why couldn't I have stayed silent? I had only driven her into the arms of another. I was going crazy.
My eyes fell upon the table where a newspaper clipping lay. It featured a news article about a girl apprehended in an illicit trading center, facing charges of alleged rape of minor boys and other murders.
No, it wasn't Irene.
However, the cutting was in her purse, alongside used condoms. Disgust overwhelmed me.
Something snapped inside me, and I yanked her back by her arm just as she took another step forward.
She stumbled into my arms clumsily, looking up at me with surprise. But I had reached my limit with her deceit. Now, I would get my answers.
"Where have you been, Irene?" I dared to ask, relishing the shock that painted her face, hearing the gravity in my voice.
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