2005-01-27 - 7:45 p.m.
he's filling the bathtub when his girlfriend comes home. it's almost full so he turns off the water and goes out to greet her, naked. she looks sad, and walks to him quietly and puts her arms around him.
"what's wrong, dear?" he asks.
"i-" she starts crying. "you're going to leave me."
"i'm not going to leave you. what's wrong?"
"i slept with him again," she sobs. he rubs her back. pressed against her he can feel himself getting hard. damn she's sexy.
"let's go in the bedroom and talk about this." he takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom. there he starts kissing her neck and touching her. he's loosening her clothes. "tell me about it," he says. "tell me everything that happened, every little detail." she's hesitant but he insists so she does. she starts telling him how she went over there to borrow a movie--"such a simple thing"--but then he was getting close and touching her, stroking her hair and stuff. he kissed her neck and she melted. she felt her knees get week and turned to ask him to stop, but he kissed her first and she was all his. they kissed and undressed on the rug in his living room, taking their time to get down to their naked bodies.
"go on," he says. she had stopped when he lay her on the bed. she was naked again.
he felt so good against her, it felt so good to be in his arms, there on the soft carpet in his living room, that she just melted into him. drifted along with his touches, his kisses. he was fluttering little kisses over body, down her breasts, her belly, around her hips. when he got back up to her lips she was on her back, her legs open, all but begging for him to be inside her. when he did it, when he slid himself inside her, she felt something like heaven creep over her. he was gentle and slow, and she almost didn't feel him moving, but slowly, gradually, this warmth built up inside her, this swelling of pleasure grew from where he was between her legs. it crept over her body, down her thighs and up her belly. past her knees, over her breasts. as the warmth reached her lips he kissed her and completed the circuit. she felt his warmth, the warmth flowed through both of them, and then her orgasm came. it wasn't the fast, jerky orgam she usually has, but a slow, languid wave of bliss that washed over her. she came again and again, each time the same wave of bliss. she lost all track of space and time and drifted on the waves for what seemed like hours. eventually she felt something warm and wet inside her, and felt him throbbing as he pumped it into her. this, too, was slow, gradual, and felt like heaven. she opened her eyes and fell into his big beautiful brown orbs. she felt supremely loved.
"loved?" he asked. "you felt 'supremely loved?'"
"yes," she replied, a hint of defiance in her voice. "he was tender and kind and, and, he completed me." he was fingering her pussy and it felt good, a bit distracting though. she longed for that feeling of bliss again, but knew she'd never have it again. she told him this, but he shook his head.
"you're right. you'll never feel anything like that again." with that he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the bed. he kicked her as she lay on the floor, but she scrambled to her feet. then he grabbed her arm, yelling "come here!" he dragged her down the hallway to the bathroom where the tub was still full of water. he threw her against the wall and smacked her face a few times. she was in tears, wailing, begging him to stop. she was apologising and saying anything she could to tell him she still loved him, she wasn't going anywhere. he threw her to the floor. "i know you're not going anywhere!" he told her. then he dragged her to the tub and dunked her head in it. he held her head under while she flailed about, trying to get a grip on something to pull herself out. he pulled her up by her hair and she gasped for breath. "there, bitch. that's what you get now. you want bliss? you won't get it here, but i'll show you where it is. she was on her knees in front of the tub, her breasts squashed against the edge. he held her hair while he got on his knees behind her. with his free hand he spread her legs and slid his still-hard cock into her still-wet pussy. he started fucking her, hard, pulling her hair. she liked this too, the rough fucking, and moaned. her breasts ached and her head hurt from him pulling her hair, but his cock felt fantastic ramming into her. "you like that, do you? that's not all you get." he slapped her ass with his free hand and she yelped with a mix of pleasure and pain. he slacped her until her ass was red, until he knew it would bruise. she was moaning loudly by this point.
"oh god greg! oh fuck me!" she cried.
his name wasn't greg.
before she could recover, before she could even think to apologise, her head was underwater again. he kept fucking her as she flailed about. kept fucking her as she reached desperately for something to hold. kept fucking her hard as she tried to pry his hand from her head, out of her hair. off her. her arms thrashed in the water and she tried to shake her head but he held it under water and fucked her as hard as he could. then, without any real warning. her arms stopped fighting and her body went limp. that's when he came in her. he pulled her head out by the hair and shouted how great it felt. he kept thrusting, pulling her hair, until he lost his hard on. then he dropped her face-first on the bath mat, dried off, and went to find some clothes.
