Chosen For Pleasure

CHRISTIE- I Need Her To Believe Me

Jason is blessed.
Thick, long and veined, with a slight curve to the left. so flawlessly crafted for me.

I swear it's unimaginable.
His dick is so beyond compare, one would think it's never been touched. But even with said immaculate appendage, for some reason tonight feels dull.

Granted he has given me some of the best dick I've had, he is predictable.
I already know how this is going to play out.
He'll bend me over the sofa so he could go down on me.

Oh; well Okay, he's skipping that part. No time for foreplay I see.
But it wasn't even necessary. Just the scent of the comptoir sud pacifique on his bulging muscles turn me on. I am ready. Hot. Wet.

He traces my pussy with his fingers and slides his dick right in. Thrusting in me hard.
I arch just a little bit more so i could feel every bit of him.
"Fuck" I missed this. Its like no one else. One hand gently pressed on my throat and the other pressing firmly on the dip in my arched back. He knows exactly what I like.

"Let me put it in your ass" I heard.

Thinking I'm terribly confused; I mean I'm convinced the guy's dick could turn me deaf anyway .

"wha-what" I struggle to say
"let me put it in your butt" he repeats.

I push forward as an instant reflex.
So fast I hit my hand on the coffee table; hard.
"Fuck" I yell in pain. I quickly regain focus and look at him. He doesn't even look like he said anything out of the way.

" what the fuuuck?" "whatthefuck, what the fuck Jason?" as if those were the only words I knew.

"Come on bunny it's fine, everybody does it"
Just as I am about to tell him how far in hell he can go get some chick to plow her asshole, im awakened by honking cars.

Wait; this was a dream?

"Thank God" i whisper.

"How's the hand?" He says.

"Huh" I responded slightly confused. Only then realizing its bleeding.

"What the.."

"You knocked over a beer bottle on your hand in your sleep a few minutes ago" he quickly adds while laughing a little, as he sees the confusion on my face.
My head is pounding. What did i drink? And where is my car?

"Oh fuck, tiffany!" I sigh, with a pounding headache remembering i was supposed to meet her last night.
I wrangle my brain trying to find the perfect lie.
"I could just say I forgot!"
"No?" I asked, looking to Jason for approval.

"Oh! Oh! I was leaving yoga and got knocked over, fell, hit my head, a rusty nail landed in my foot and had to get a tetanus shot and you know how much I hate needles, I nearly stabbed my doctor so they sedated me and had me admitted overnight."

"Noooooo Chrissie" he laughed hysterically. "Your imagination can go a little too wild."

"Why not just tell the truth?" "It's the right thing to do and she'll understand."

"Heeeeell no!" "Tiffany is a woman Jason, and as a woman myself I gotta say we may say we want the truth but we're really just gonna pick words and jump to conclusions anyway." "we just can't handle it, at least most of us can't"
"If i tell this girl my infamous ex-boyfriend who's supposed to be in Switzerland just happened to show up at my class, took me for tacos and drinks, i got drunk but no we didn't fuck at all! What do you think she's gonna say?"

All she's gonna hear is ex-boyfriend and fuck. I laugh at the thought.

I relaxed my mind for a bit, but peace never lasts long with me. As i lay back, my keys press a little too hard into my butt. Im in Jason's car? So where's my car and where-the-fuck-is-my-phone? I check my other pocket hoping its in there and I numb temporarily.

Its not. I'm in a total panic at this point. How the heck did I even last this long without it?
I practically live and breath my cell phone, my whole damn life is on there!
"Jason where's my car; where's my phone?"

Last week was an absolute nightmare.
Tiffany's ignoring me. I probably had a better chance lying, instead of the the truth and now she thinks I'm getting back with Jason.

Mr Schumer probably thinks I'm a complete joke, although Allison managed to clear some mud and get me in invited to one of his fancy ball thingies. All this is Jason's fault. He had no right to just show up and cause such havoc in my life.
This man is pure evil.

Sundays always made me feel more at peace. I dont know what it is but i just always loved them,even as a child. I could kick my feet up, have some tea; you know, pretend like my life is one of those sappy love story movies where the girl has it all, but even those turn sour eventually.

I'm on my 87th call to Tiffany and one foot-in-a-shoe away from picking up some flowers on my way to her house.

Mom left maybe 5 messages too, about dinner tonight but i can't bear to be bad company. Not when these dinners mean everything to her. She's the worrying type.
If I show up sulking she's gonna spend all night trying to pry it out of me.

I just need to see Tiffany. I hadn't realized how strong my feelings for her were till now. I need her to believe me, forgive me.
Is this really what it has come to?

As I tried getting to the register, my feet my barely carrying me i flashed back to the good times. That night we met at dinner, the great sex in her apartment balcony, oh and the she ate my pussy while waiting in line at the gas station.
If my smiles just thinking about it were worth something, they'd be well on the list of highly auctioned items.