After leaving an unfulfilling relationship, Raina Fuller finds herself into a situation that made all her sexual fantasies come through. However, she discovers the author she fell for may not be who she thinks he is.
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The loud tormenting sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall filled the room. Something had to be making noise since it wouldn't have been me. On all fours I stayed, with my back arched as he continued to slam into me. A heave of frustration was present as his sudden rapid movements only meant one thing...he was about to cum. My eyes rolled to the back of my head since I was no where close to doing the same.
"Who's your daddy?" He asked as he continued.
"You are" I said faintly but rather mockingly.
His loud grunts filled the room as he pulled out and came all over my back.
This was my life, well the part of it that I hated. I laid there waiting until he came back to wipe me up. The only thing that crowded my mind was the thought of this being my final straw, it made no sense staying in an unfulfilling relationship. I was once in love with him but after the countless times he cheated, weakened my self esteem, played the victim each time we argued, never once apologized for each time he caused hurt onto me, manipulated my emotions among other things it just wasn't the same and it couldn't be anymore. At a point, I convinced myself I was only staying because the sex was so good. But now his performances weren't the same, it's clear he has someone else in the frame again, the constant cycle continues.
Then I convinced myself that I was only staying because I felt emotionally attached to him and I've already invested too much to just walk away now. More and more I realize how dumb I am to be dealing with all of this. I fought so hard to acknowledge my self worth there's no way I could ignore it now. To make it even worst he's not pleasing me sexually as I told myself or in any other way I might add which is so frustrating. I just knew that my energy and tolerance for him had ran out and it was about time I took some action.
It hard to go, but it hurts more to stay. I was breaking my own heart by staying in a relationship that has felt one-sided for years.
"I'm not happy" I muttered as I covered my body with the sheet.
He had just returned from the bathroom, a look of confusion covered his face as he stared at me trying to process what I had said.
"You aren't happy with what?"
"I'm not happy with—"
I had to face him, I had to look him in the eyes so he knew this time it was different I was going to leave for good. It's not going to be like all the times he messed up, I left but ran right back since we have been together for so long that I couldn't function without him because he was all I knew.
