Tied to the Woman I Hated Most All Night Long
I hated her with all my might, and yet with her body bound over mine and the gag swallowing her insults, my body betrayed me in the worst possible way.
I hated her with all my might, and yet with her body bound over mine and the gag swallowing her insults, my body betrayed me in the worst possible way.
That night I went down for a glass of water and he was awake on the sofa. What happened after that in my bed, with my stepfather breathing on the other side of the door, still burns me.
Clinging to the handrail in the car, all I could do was glance at him and imagine everything that would never happen between us.
It was two in the morning, we were alone on the 25th floor, and her back was stiff. What started as a favor ended up becoming something else.
I was pregnant, alone, and hotter than I’d ever been; when those two men offered to walk me home, I already knew what I was going to let happen between the three of us.
I had forty minutes of class ahead of me, the camera on and the entire dildo inside me. I only had to keep my face still. That was all.
A month went by without hearing from him. When he finally wrote, I knew that night I was going to give him something I’d never dared to give before.
We’d been sharing an apartment for two years, and she had never looked at me like that. That summer afternoon I found out what she was really hiding on her phone when I walked in unannounced.
I ordered my first toy online so I wouldn’t die of embarrassment in the store. What I didn’t imagine was the delivery guy’s face when he handed me that box.
She has many names for me. None matter while I watch her obey from the other side of the screen, waiting for the day I have her on her knees in front of me.
The house was empty and I had all the time in the world. I never imagined that looking for a charger would lead me to my father’s and stepmother’s secret life.
I had the apartment to myself, candles lit, and a toy waiting in the drawer. The first time had failed; this time would be different.
I put on the wig, the heels, and the fake curves. I didn’t realize that before dawn I’d be barking in a garden with my knees in the dirt.
It was after one, and on that hidden park bench I lowered the hem with two fingers to see how long I could hold out before running home.