Authors: Sean Douglas
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
She didn’t say anything, but the expression on her face was a mix between a wince and a grimace.
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
Stubborn bitch. I picked up the pace.
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
I wasn’t railing her hard enough to break anything. I wasn’t trying to do any permanent damage, but it must have felt like it to her. I’ve never had anyone make hate to my ass, but I’m sure it felt a lot worse for her than it did for me, and I could do this shit for hours. Her lips were pressed into a thin white line and under the tape over her eyes she was probably squinting as the eye part of wincing.
Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
Finally she let out a blast of air and a sob without the crying she sucked in a gasp of air and yelled, “You! Okay? You! You fucking asshole!”
Several subtle beautiful things happened in simultaneity. I pushed myself up into a straddle again and unclenched my fist. Her head hit the pillow with a “flumph” sound and her hair spread in tousled strands across her shoulders and face and the pillows. I felt a fleeting sadness, nostalgic for when I thought that the way her hair strewn across my pillow was beautiful. I’d wake up in my bed and I’d find one of her stray hairs left behind on my pillow or on the sheets or on the floor and I’d think of her and smile to myself nostalgically. That was then. This is now. Nothing would ever be the same.
“There. That was easy wasn’t it?”
I had won. I had broken her. I wasn’t unnecessarily cruel. I only hit her once, and even then not anywhere it would really hurt. The only places she would feel it were her asshole and her pride. She did what anyone does when they find themselves in an inescapable situation. They struggle for a while, but then they give up and resign themselves to it. Like monkeys in cages that masturbate themselves until they’re raw or dogs in kennels that lick themselves or gnaw on their legs until they’re a danger to themselves. I had won.
I had stopped fucking her when I sat up. Now I resumed the steady rhythm that I had started with.
She put her forehead down on the pillow. Even though her eyes had duct tape covering them she didn’t want to look in my direction.
I kept moving my hips back and forth, fucking her ass.
I said, “Say you like it.”
She said, “I like it.” in a dull flat voice.
She didn’t like it, but she said it anyway.
It was the definition of irony.
The next time you think about the definition of irony, I hope you’ll think about this.
Maybe you will. And maybe you’ll press your lips tight to avoid a bitter smile. And maybe you won’t.
I said, “Say you love it when I fuck your ass.”
She said, “I love it when you fuck my ass.”
If she was in a humorous mood, she could have said, “You love it when I fuck your ass.”, but she wasn’t in a humorous mood.
Then it became like it always was.
Her resigned. Just taking it. The moment had passed.
I closed my eyes and concentrated, thinking up a more arousing scenario in my head to compliment the physical sensations of my body. I made it. I came. I groaned. I clenched my dick muscles to milk out the last of my jism while I was still inside her and I pulled out.
She clenched her ass to keep my semen inside her like she always did.
I cut the tape binding her wrists to her opposite forearms behind her back, and sat at the foot of the bed, facing the
doorway, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
She rolled onto her side, swung her legs out over the side of the bed and sat up in one fluid motion. She ripped the patch of duct tape from across her eyes and stood up without looking at me. She crumpled the tape into a ball and walked out of the room naked, dropping the crumpled ball of duct tape into the waste basket by the door.
I heard her walk to the bathroom and heard the bathroom ventilation fan go on which happened every time anyone turned on the light.
She came back into the room and sat on the bed and gathered up her clothes.
While she was gone I had lit a cigarette and I just smoked and watched.
She put her clothes on
and gathered up the few possessions of hers that she brought with her without saying a word.
When she got her shoes on she made for the door. I said, “Call me.” in an affectedly chipper voice.
She grabbed the knob, opened the door and turned and shot me an icy glare in one lithe motion.
She stepped through the door and slammed it closed behind her.
I didn’t expect to hear from her ever again and I didn’t.
I got a job as a vendor for a major corporation.
It was pretty sweet work.
I only had to work a couple hours a day to get done everything that was expected of me.
I’d fuck off of work and go see a movie to kill the time.
I watched a lot of matinees.
When I started the job they had a group orientation for all of the new hires.
One of them was a short redhead with curly hair and freckles and glasses.
She was cute and flirty and I’ve always had a weakness for both redheads and girls with glasses.
All of the new hires had to attend a week long training the next state over.
The company was going to put us up and we had to go to a conference room each day and watch presentations about the miscellany of products our company merchandised.
I asked the redhead if she wanted to car pool.
She smiled and agreed, so I figured I was in.
She drove out to pick me up in her boyfriend’s s.u.v.
During the drive up there she kept on talking about him and how they lived together.
I figured I was out.
We get to the hotel and we attend the presentations.
I sat near the girl but I ignored her all day long except for passing a silly note making fun of the presenters every now and then. More to amuse myself than anything else.
At the end of the day I didn’t bother saying anything.
I went to the hotel bar and ordered a tall glass of beer.
I figured if I wasn’t going to get laid I might as well have a few drinks.
Then in walks the redhead.
She was still wearing her work clothes but it was obvious that she had gone up to her room and put on make up and come looking for me.
We had a few drinks. Conversation.
I close my tab. She closes her.
We get on the same elevator.
She looks at me and she’s got that funny glint in her eye.
My friend Doggy calls it “the buffalo eye”.
She licks her lips, they glisten.
We start full-on making out.
The elevator opens on the floor we’re all staying on and we go back to her room.
There’s a variety of girly stuff strewn about the room.
We stagger over to the bed while still full
-on making out.
She undoes my belt and feels my cock through my pants.
I grab a fistful of the hair on the back of her head and I stick my tongue down her throat.
She pants through her nose.
I grab the bottom of her shirt and I pull it up over her head and look at her chest.
She’s wearing a cream colored lacy underwire bra and although her skin is creamy and pale she’s spattered with freckles all over her chest and shoulders.
I pull my shirt over my head throw it on the floor.
She admires my chest tattoos and starts kissing my chest, pausing to flick each nipple with her tongue.
I push her back onto the bad and I start undoing my pants.
She starts undoing hers.
We finish at the same time.
I hook my thumbs into my underpants and push them down, hooking my socks on the way down. I step out of my shoes and leave everything behind in a heap.
She shimmies out of her pants at the same time and I notice she’s not wearing any panties.
We pause for a second to admire each other’s nakedness then I jump up onto the bed and we’re all over each other. We’re rubbing our hands all over each other’s bodies.
Mostly she’s underneath me and I put my right hand behind her left shoulder.
She gets the drift and twists her torso and I unhook her bra, which she slips off and throws off to the side and she lets me look at her breasts.
They’re large and creamy white with jellybean nipples and rose pink areoles which are semi-rigid.
I get back on top of her and after kissing her for a few seconds I work my way down either side of her neck down to her tits.
I kiss and suck spirals around the mounds until I reach the nipples and I suck and flick them with my tongue and bite them, causing her to moan and sigh and suck in air through her clenched teeth.
I kiss down the center of her stomach and I put my mouth on the mound at the top of her vagina.
Her pubic hair is slight and light red and looks like a little spit-curl.
She thrusts her abdomen towards me and spreads her legs wide so I have enough room to work.
I move her clit around with the flat of my tongue and hum.
She gasps and I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I part her outer and inner vaginal lips with my tongue and slide my tongue inside of her vaginal canal.
I fuck her with my tongue while she fucks my tongue.
She tastes tangy and hot and sharp like when you touch your tongue to a nine volt battery.
I lift myself up and put my hips between her legs.
I look her in the eyes and say “Condom?” while raising an eyebrow.
She smiles and grabs my ass and pulls me closer towards her and I slide into her.
She’s well-lubricated but not too loose.
I do the fucking and she moves with me, rocking back and forth.
Sweat comes up on my brow and my back and she licks the sweat from my neck while a bead trickles down my spine.
I catch my breath and say, “Switch?”
She smiles and nods and I get off of her and she shifts over from the center of the bed.
I lay on my back and the hotel bedspread is refreshing against my back.
She gets on her hands and knees to my side, and crosses over me.
First she places her left arm for balance, then she crosses her left leg over and perches up on her knees.
She takes my cock and puts the head between her pussy lips and settles down on it, looking up at the ceiling and smiling in contentment with her eyes closed.
She rides me, rocking my erection back and forth inside her, bumping rhythmically against the back wall, then the front.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
She does this for a while and then she takes a deep breath and exhales, saying “Whew!”
I say “Switch?” and she responds with nodding and a wide grin.
She lifts her left leg again and I pop out of her and slap against my stomach.
I do a roll off to the side and she gets on her hands and knees and crawls up towards the pillows.
She rests the upper half of her body on the pillows and I get behind her on my knees.
I slap her ass and since it’s plump but firm the surface barely shimmers.
I position myself to put myself inside her and I see she has a shamrock tattoo in her ass, colored in with the flags of the Irish flag.
“Kiss my Irish ass.” Ha!
I ram myself inside her and I push her up against the wall.
Her left shoulder and the left side of her head are up against the wall and I use her waist as a handhold as I thrust and withdraw moving my hips back and forth in a varying rhythm.
Her head and shoulder thump against the wall each time I thrust.
I keep it up until I can tell that I’m going to come soon.
I stop thrusting and pull out of her.
While I catch my breath, she flips over onto her back and bends her legs with her feet on the bed and her knees up, spreading them.
I slide my hands under her knees up until the opposite of my elbows and I lift her legs up and towards her. I lean forward and support myself like I was getting ready to do push ups.
My dick finds its way into her and I start pile-driving her.
She makes appreciative sounds each time my pubic bone slaps against hers.
It sounds like “Uh! Uh! Uh! Mmmm! Mmmm!” with a “Fuck!” or an “Oh shit!” thrown in every now and then.
I feel like I’m going to cum so I say,
“I think I’m gonna come!” in a stage whisper.
She replies, “Do it!”
While continuing my thrusting I ask, “In or on?”
She locks her arms around my neck and draws my shoulders down and kisses me hard, mashing our mouths together.
I ram myself all the way in and I start cumming and I can feel her insides squeezing me to match the pulsing of my penis.
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h time she squeezes me she makes and “Mmmm.” sound and I do the same, but on every other pulse for variety’s sake.
When I’ve stopped pumping my jism into her she squeezes a couple more times, but less intensely and she lets me loose from her embrace.
I push myself off of her and she tucks her legs in and I flop down on my back by her side.
She kisses me and smiles and then gets out of bed and goes to the hotel room bathroom.
I see the light go on as squarish shape on the carpet and hear the whir of the ventilation fan.
While she’s in the bathroom I lean over the edge of the bed and rifle through my pants pockets for my cigarettes and my lighter.
I fish a cigarette out and light it while moving the ashtray to the side of the bedside nightstand closest to bed and lay back down, inhaling deeply and exhaling a plume of smoke into the air while satisfiedly sighing.
She comes out of the bathroom and walks over.
I watch the motion of her naked body.
She climbs up onto the bed and
on her hands and knees she leans over and fishes around in her purse.
I steal a look at her profile from the rear while she’s bent over.
She pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights, which everyone I know refers to as “slut butts” and one of those oval shaped Bic liters.
I forget what color it was.
She lit her smoke and took a drag and began to tell me about herself.
It’s true she lives with her boyfriend, but he’s mostly useless.
And by useless she meant impotent.
But she sticks with him because he takes good care of her.
And by takes good care of her she meant he makes sure that she has all of the right pills in her med-minder.
She’s on a chemical of cocktails to address her psychiatric problems.
She’s schizophrenic. But as long as she’s on her medications he’s able to function.
I ask her what happens when she doesn’t take her meds.
She tells me that the voices start to come back.
I ask her what the voices sound like and she couldn’t tell me much except that the voices are male and they say terrible things about her. Like someone talking about you but just within earshot.
I decide to not make a habit out of seeing her.
We finish our cigarettes and stub them out and we get back into it.
That’s how we spent the week.
Presentations during the day ten we’d go back to her room get naked and fuck all night.
I didn’t ask to fuck her in the ass, but she offered that she usually doesn’t mind having anal sex but there was no way I was putting my big dick in her ass.
I didn’t care. I don’t have any kind of preference for anal.
By the end of the week she was talking about leaving her boyfriend and moving into my apartment but I deflected her implications with noncommittal replies, like, “We’ll see.”
On the last day she was pale and didn’t look well.
It’s understandable. It’s not like we got a lot of sleep.
She got up during one of the presentations and bolted out the back of the conference room.
Everyone looked at me and I just looked sheepish and shrugged.
After the presentation, up in her room, she told me she thought she might be pregnant.
Conversation on the ride back home was a little stilted and forced.
A couple weeks later I drove out to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.
He was away on business and I
wanted to know for sure if she was pregnant or not.
It was a nice little place. They had one of those luxurious long-haired cats that looks like a stuffed animal and its hair was all over all of the furniture.
She showed me around and then we went into the bedroom.
There was a copy of t
he “A to Z Guide to Serial Killers” on the nightstand.
I asked her if she was pregnant. She said she wasn’t.
We started making out, but it wasn’t like that week at the training retreat.
We had sex and this time I came on, not it.
While she wiped the cum off of her abdomen with her pajama pants, I got dressed.
When I was dressed I said, “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” but I never did.
She had issues I didn’t want a subscription to.
Around this time my parents decided they wanted to sell their house and move down south.
I convinced them to let me live in the house they were leaving.
In exchange I would pay the mortgage and taxes.
It was
a ranch style house. Relatively small and secluded.
The house was out on a country road and around the perimeter of the property there were thick stands of trees and stone walls which were gradually returning to the earth from whence they came.
There was a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room and three bedrooms upstairs.
The house had a finished basement that ran the length of the house.
I decide to live in the basement and maybe rent out the bedrooms above.
I preferred the open space and relative privacy of the basement.
I told my friends about the house and the open bedrooms which were available to rent, but all of my friends still lived with their parents and were not interested in moving out and paying rent.
So there was a lot of talk, but not a lot of action.
I lived alone, but it wasn’t a big deal.
I made enough money to cover the expenses without going into debt and I didn’t mind living by myself.
Around the same time MySpace started to gain popularity.
One night while a friend was over my house he was using my computer.
I idly asked him what he was up to and he said he was on MySpace.
He asked me if I had a profile and I replied, “Why bother?
I already have a LiveJournal.”.
He rolled his eyes and helped me set up an account.
I added my few friends then went on to look up the names of every girl I ever had a crush on, dated, made out with or had sex with to see where they were and how they were doing now.
Half of them had themselves listed as single, so I figured what worked once might work again and decided to try to go back to the well.
It was simple.
Those that didn’t want to put out back then had gone through the wringer and were all dirty and sex crazy. I’d send an introductory message and we’d go back and forth a few times. I’d go over the house with a stack of DVDs and a bottle of wine and that’s all it took.
Revenge may be a dish best served cold, but fucking the shit out of someone that wouldn’t come across ten years ago is bittersweet. Breasts sag and asses get plumper and vaginal lips get all floppy.
I used MySpace to search my hometown for everyone in the age range that I might’ve gone to high school with to see if I saw any familiar faces.
I didn’t recognize anyone, so I just went back to the first page and started clicking through good-looking headshots to check out profiles. If the profile was all fake and filled with glitter graphics, I backed out. If the profile had a lot of black I checked out the picture
s. If the profile picture wasn’t false advertisement I sent an add request. I must have sent dozens.
A couple days later I get a message from one of them.
Turns out I knew her well in high school but didn’t recognize her.
I checked out her pics and she looked like she was in pretty good shape.
We made plans to hang out and I brought over a stack of DVDs and a bottle of wine like usual.
She answers the door and she’s wearing a
tank top and glasses.
I raise my hands up. DVDs in one hand. Wine in the other.
She invites me in and I follow her up the staircase, checking out her ass. It’s a little bigger than I usually go for, but it moved nicely in her pants when she walked up the stairs.
The apartment wasn’t anything extraordinary.
We get into the wine and the DVDs.
‘Suspiria’ is the first film.
We watch the film and drink wine and make small talk. You know, “What have you been doing for the past ten years?”
The movie ends and the wine bottle’s empty so she breaks out one of her bottles of wine and I put in ‘Blue Velvet’. I’m sitting to the left of her and over the course of the movie and the bottle of wine
, I move my right hand over and start touching her.
First I play with the tendrils of hair on her neck. Then I trace my fingertips lightly up and down along the side of her neck. She’s ignoring it, so I say, “Hey. If this is bugging you just tell me.”. She says, “No.” and it goes on like that for the rest of the film.
The movie ends and she leans forward and grabs the remote and turns off the TV.
She takes off her glasses and puts them on the coffee table and she turns to me with a tipsy smile and leans into me. We’re kissing and making out and making “Mmm” sounds at each other. She’s a good kisser, but after waiting four hours, kissing is boring. I’ve got a raging hard on and if we make out for too long I’m just going to have to pee. I break off kissing and say, “Wanna switch rooms?”