When shame swallows Paula she refused to take Tony's calls. He called one after the other, frustration took her over she accepted the fifth call on the fourth day aggressively. "What do you want" she asked "I just want to talk to you" he said. She responded to him very stern. Being vulnerable allowed her to experience the most profound depths of intimacy, love, connection, gratitude, growth, and transformation. She resisted her truth, the conversation went above ten minutes it seemed like they hadn't spoken for decades. He told her he was outside, but she refused his visit.
As she was walking back to her room she heard a loud call, "what are you doing here?" she uttered, "please don't leave me in the rain" Tony said, Paula stood there looking at him in dismay, "I didn't invite you here, please leave". His persistence could make him a rich man, but he invested his time doing the wrong things. Tony stood at the door begging her to let him in, eventually she did; even though she was truly disappointed in herself. Months of being mislead gave her mixed feelings of her upcoming wedding, but she refused to put aside her happiness for temporary pleasure once again. This was a person she knew inside out, one that cannot be trusted if his life depended on it; an opportunist and a manipulator he was.
He shared stories and events that made her the most nostalgic and filled with longing for the past. Paula was like a nut, hard on the outside and soft beneath the shell. His visit was one after an appointment at the dentist. They had conversations that lit an entire room up. He was being a gem, but only if he knew Paula wasn't falling for his tricks anymore. While he put on a show the more she treated him badly; she was close to her breaking point. The most diminishing names were on the top of Paula's list, that's when she realized she didn't love or hate Tony, getting rid of him was her challenge as he preyed on her weakness.
Shame will find a way to hold you under the water and no one will ever know you're drowning because the amazing thing about shame is it tricks you into silencing yourself when you most need to scream for help. A little after midday he still hung around, persistently, he won her over all her no's and never became buried beneath her breath. He held her tightly in his arms wearing nothing, but her sleep wear. She begged him to stop, you could hear her crying for help. Help from hopelessness and betrayal, "I can't wait for the day I develop the strength and the courage to bury these feelings for you" she said in an aggressive, but bitter tone. "That's the day you'll realize am dead serious, you need to stop coming here" he continued without acknowledging her comments "I miss us, and our conversations" he said.
Moments went by all that was present were moans, moans of pleasure as he laid her on her back, spreading her legs and licked her clit, he knew the right combo of tongue and pressure, most importantly, he knew how to hit her target. Getting any one of those things wrong, meant killing his chances for another romp with her ever again. He loved making her moan. He got such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her, to feel how hard her blood pumped when his hand gripped her throat. He lived to make her gasp. Her mind was blank as she moved with his desires. "Me fucking your tight pussy speaks volumes although I fail to make you squirt, she's a happy pussy" Tony said.
Shame wants nothing more than your total and complete isolation. Shame salivates over your panic. And the thing shame loves more than anything is when you feel shame about having shame. Paula was embarrassed, she didn't responded back to him, her mind was all over the place. Moving her up against the bed he took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head, while he continued to kiss her with a fervor rivaling the gods. If she still had the wherewithal to think properly she would have thought 'never again will I accept anything less than this perfection, all she could do was moan as she refused to return his kisses as she thirst like a desert traveler. Using one hand to keep her pinned; as she resisted, he slid the other hand up her right thigh. His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight, he discovered flowing juices, his fingers fondled her source of wetness sliding down her shapely legs.
She was inconsolable in her grief and pain, but as he started to drag her shame out into the light of day, it began to shrink. She tried so hard to maintain her composure as he slipped a finger massaging her gspot, he kissed her sliding his cock between her legs. He had been hard for some time, but he had every intention of making her wait. He pulled her soaking wet pussy down to meet his tenacious tongue, devouring her, lashing her from clit to cunt. Her moans were muffled, as confusion played on her brain. He made her cum quickly as he loved the fun in that. She licked her lips, "do you want me inside you?" Tony asked. The pleasure he gave her did mean something. "I know you aren't completely evil. Part of you cares about me, in your own sick, twisted way, maybe that's why I'm tired of fighting you, okay? So, go ahead this will be your last time fucking me". She didn't hate him, as much as she had every reason to and every right to. She widened her legs so that he could see the pink of her exposed pussy. "So, go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
She prayed that the sincere look on her face would be enough. She did mean it, the part about it being their last time. Rubbing his chin with an appraising stare. She looked at him and let the pleasure show clearly on her face, as he began to stroke her cunt with his hard cock. He stood up "good pussy, I can never get tired of this pussy" The slender man gasped as he slide into her wet pussy, like a sword slamming home into its proper sheath. "Mmmmm, Your pussy feels like a goddess around my shaft," growled Tony. "I'll be fucking you to the end of my days" fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts.
Paula stared into his eyes as she felt him pound her snatch with a steady cadence. She opened her legs wider and tried to relish the feel of his shaft ramming so deeply. Maybe it was wrong, but she was still a woman and he was still a man. Certain primal things couldn't be wished away. He was making love to her - savagely, yes, and possibly against her will...or at least the fragments of her will that still resisted. His tongue made a voracious pass at her, and she responded with the same amorous passion. Their bodies joined again and again; his penis plunged into her "I know you can't manage it like you use to, but you will overtime" totally discarding her needs to end the affair.
He fucked her for a good fifteen minutes, his stamina was remarkable and before he reached his climax he asked her to ride his cock. Another decline, served him well. Aggressively he grabbed her by the throat panting as he fucked her kissing her hungrily. He groaned in her mouth "can I cum in your tight pussy?" she said "no, am not on the pills" his cock twitching inside her his speed increased. He groaned as he collapsed gently on top of her, spilling his cum all over her stomach. Her cunt felt alive with a fresh burn of desire, but her loins were tired and so was her patience for Tony.
Her self-worth was returning, but this time it was stronger and more rooted in the sense of self than ever before. Shame only thrives in darkness, Paula decided to begin her healing process after this her final encounter.
