I don't remember what the argument was about. Maybe it was over the dishes in the sink. Maybe because he had thrown something again. He was ready to forgive me.
His forgiveness was his tongue was jamming down my throat. He paused. "Why aren't you giving me more tongue?" I would try, but he would lodge his tongue into my mouth causing my tongue retreat.
Then his hands were on my body. I slapped them away. I stopped, but he persisted.
His hands pawed me. I didn't want to say no. He could get mad again. He liked me now at least. This was better than being yelled at.
He whispered into my ear. I found myself turned on, but resisting. I didn't want to.
But a few kisses to my neck and I submitted. I felt distant in that moment. He wold make demands and as soon as he knew he could get his way then he stopped all foreplay. The words, "suck", "lick" and "slap my butt" were all he said. I tried to at least get something. I cursed to myself that I'd compromised myself again. The flailing of limbs--all his--doing the things he wanted to do resurfaced a feeling that I tried to quiet. The feeling of absolute melancholy. I wanted to cry, but couldn't. I wanted him to love me.
And then he rutted in triumph. When I lay by his side the last words he said before falling asleep were, "I did it because I thought you needed it."
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No Strings
RomanceBess's life never went right. Her mother always called Bess her sad little accident. Her boyfriends demeaned her, killed her pets, and threatened violence on her. And becoming an Advertising Designer seemed always a little out of reach. So she thoug...
