Loading...I’ve been married to you for about two years.
You are my dream man.
I came to you a virgin, you showed me the ways of love.
Sadly though our life together has been reduced to quick snatches of time spent together at dinner and in bed. Sometimes we’re both too tired to make love. I hate that. I want to be close to you, closer than your skin.
Do you love me the way I love you? Do you feel the pain I feel at our separation? I don’t think you care.
You have a good job that gives us lots of money but your hours vary all the time some days you work in the morning sometimes all night. I have a regular full time job with a regularly rotating shift that I post up on our refrigerator.
Since you are rarely at home these days I’ve taken up a new exercise program that you don’t know about. I’m learning how to strip. It’s scary in a way because I was raised such a prude always covering myself, saving myself. Even if you were home I would never practice the moves in front of you but I have to say that in the past two months I’ve gotten pretty good at writhing around on the floor with my long hair all loose and free. I rarely let it down even when it is just you and I in the house. Do you ever wonder what I would look like without my hair in a fancy braid?
Tonight you are gone. You left in the late afternoon giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I don’t think you saw my look of disappointment sometimes I swear you see right through me as if I don’t exist at times.
I do love you. But you hurt so damn much.
I hate all the other women who look at you. When we walk together on the street they stop and stare at you. You look like a pirate with sinful black hair and stormy green eyes, your ripped body straining the seams of your clothes.
I hate you sometimes too, for being what you are.
Why did you ever choose me to be your bride? Maybe all you wanted was an innocent and I guess I fit the bill. I don’t know if you think I am very beautiful but I take excellent care of myself not a wrinkle on my tanned skin, my dark hair always neat, my brown eyes always watching you.
You call me your little cat because I love to bite you. Hard.
You are my demon. Torturing me night and day.
With all these emotions surging through me I shower and dress myself in this cute outfit of black short shorts and one of your white A-shirts. I hold the cotton to my nose it still smells like you. I let my hair down and put on my black dansneakers. I’ve made up a great strip routine even though I’ve yet to try to take off any clothes.
I usually dance in the living room area because it has a wood floor. I warm up with several yoga poses feeling the heat in my blood gradually warm me up. I begin against the wall with my hands pressed up to it. I always imagine that you are here taking part in the dance, an active spectator. I can see your green eyes on me blazing in their mercurial heat.
I swing my hips around throwing back my head feeling the silk of my hair caress my back. I turn about sliding down the wall ending in a crouching position with my knees splayed out. I imagine you sitting in your favorite leather chair so I crawl over to you on my knees. I’m always on my knees for you.
My eyes are fixed on where I imagine yours to be as I crawl up your chair feeling your body heat, inhaling your scent. You make me wet as I writhe about on your body just hovering over your skin. I could see you sitting there in just a pair of black pants your broad chest and chiseled abs smoothly defined. I slide down between your legs back onto the floor I crabwalk backward in a sexy way giving you an ample view of my wet hot pussy that has known no other man but you.
I move up onto my knees hearing the music in my head that I’ve created. My hands travel over my body caressing my soft breasts that are swollen and aching for your touch, I grasp my turgid nipples squeezing ever so slightly. Moving my hands from my breasts I run them down my stomach to touch my cunt, even I am surprised by how wet I am and this is all just a fantasy.
I get up on my feet to travel about the small room undulating my hips and writhing in a very seductive way.
I feel good when I dance it makes me forget everything; the job, our families, us.
You don’t know this, but I’m leaving you.
I’m leaving you forever.
I’ve taken everything that is mine, except for my heart, and already put it away someplace safe where you will never find me. You wouldn’t want to look for me anyway.
You made me swear to you once that I wouldn’t have anyone but you.
But then you promised to love me forever.
We all break our promises. I expected no less from you.
I’m so caught up in my dancing that I don’t hear the door open I don’t hear the footsteps that come my way.
I’ve danced for a good hour now and I’m sweaty with my hair clinging to my skin I stop in the middle of the floor turning to get out of the room to the bathroom upstairs.
You’re standing there blocking the doorway with your massive frame. I don’t know how long you’ve been watching me. Without a word I try to move past you with my head held high but you grasp my arm pulling me close to your heat. Stop, I think in my head, stop, you’re burning me.
“What do you want?” I whisper my eyes meeting yours. You look so angry and heated with your black hair hanging in longish waves down your neck, you’ve never looked that way at me before.
“I didn’t know you danced.”
The way you say the words make them sound like an accusation. As if by my dancing I’m cheating on you somehow.
“There’s a lot you don’t know, demon.” I pull out of your grasp heading for the stairs.
“Don’t you walk away from me.” He hisses quietly.
That is not the first time I have heard those words coming from a man. My father used to say that to me, and then I would run. I would run until he caught me and beat me. But you don’t know about that.
I continue up the stairs. You let me go. When I reach our bedroom I walk into the bathroom taking a towel to my skin I splash my face with water before I come back out. I see you there in our room, you’ve closed the door.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you’ve been hiding something from me?” You speak so softly but I hear the steel in your voice.
“What am I hiding from you?” I try to stay calm.
You begin to pace the width of the room looking like a great jungle cat. Oh yes, you have always been and will always be my dream man. My perfect image. You strip off your black T-shirt I bite my lip when I see your taut flesh. The hot wetness in my cunt has not abated since I saw you watching me if anything I’m hotter now.
Oh fuck this, I think. If you found out that I’m leaving you then I’d best hop to it before you decide to do something stupid. I make a move towards the door. You cut in front of me I try to push you aside. I’m a strong woman, the look on your face says that you did not expect that. You narrow those lovely eyes as my hand grips the doorknob you pull me into your arms wrenching me away from the door. I struggle to get out of your arms but you are holding me up off the ground you take the few steps up to our bed where you dump me on the comforter. This bed has seen precious little fucking in the past few weeks.
“Don’t you touch me, you bastard.”
You fall on top of me smothering me in your weight and heat. Despite myself I love the sensation. I want you all over me.
“I’m going to touch you everywhere. You’re my wife, you gave yourself to me.”
You are holding my wrists pinned by my head but I push up hard throwing you off balance enough to loosen the grip on my wrists. I sink my teeth into your neck tasting the salt of your flesh on my tongue. You shudder.
We fight in earnest our bed no longer a peaceful site for sleeping and gentle love making. If you pin me down I know you will rape me.
My only love raping me.
You do pin me down though and tears pour down my cheeks. “Please no,”
The white A-shirt rips easily in your grasp exposing my breasts to you. I arch my back trying to get away but only succeed in filling your hand with my breast. I’m so cold that your heat flames through me making me shake.
“You think you can leave me? I will make you stay. Even if I have to chain you to the bed you will never leave me.”
Your lips cover mine kissing me hotly, passionately your tongue thrusts into my mouth. You pull away stroking my body with your hands as you move lower and lower you cup my sopping cunt in your hand. Your eyes meet mine. “You gave me this. You swore it would be mine always, I won’t let you break your word.” The shorts are ripped off leaving me in my frail silk panties.
“Get the hell off me.” I cry out but you don’t care. You kiss down my abdomen leaving a trail down to the edge of my panties. I arch and kick out but to no avail. You place your knee on my chest pressing me down while you undo your pants. We’re both sweating from our fighting and in this moment I watch a trail of sweat make its way down your chest. I can see a bit of your cock, its long and thick. You made me scream on our wedding night a mixture of pleasure and pain. To think that I had saved myself for you to be reduced to this simple taking. You get what you want, a powerful man like you, my demon, always does.
You remove your knee freeing my hands to push down your pants when you move on top of me I touch your cheeks with both my hands. I could scratch your eyes out but it would be such a waste. Even though after this you will move on to another whore. Is your job only an excuse? How many bitches on the side do you have? No matter how many you fuck they will never be as pure as me.
I don’t realize that I have said those words aloud until I see the hardness in your eyes.
I guess I found you out.
The panties are ripped off and tossed over the bed. The rending sound only excites me more. Without another word you push your hard cock inside me, hard. I gasp and cry out at the intrusion. Your heat burns me inside.
You begin to fuck me hard your cock battering my tender womb. Many was the night early on when we would have nightly bouts of marathon sex. You can last all night when you wish.
“Stop, stop,” I whisper my pleas broken by ragged moans. You do this to me, even now. I’ll always want you deep inside me. Knowing only you have been there.
I can feel the heat inside me building up causing my muscles to clench when you stop.
“You’re staying with me.”
Your demand rankles. “Fuck you.”
You laugh and begin to pummel me harder than you ever have before I never knew this dark side of you. This tortured passion that you harbor. I cum on your thick cock crying out as my body spasms and shakes. But still you go on.
You pull me up flush against your body your lips descending to mine when I try to turn away you fist your strong hand in my hair holding me still. You rape my mouth as you rape my cunt.
“There has never been anyone but you. No one after you. I can’t stop thinking of you, you haunt me.” You punctuate your words with harsh thrusts my cunt tightens painfully on your cock. “I love you. I’m obsessed with you. You can’t leave me.”
I grasp your large biceps throwing my head back as I cum crying out my pleasure. I feel your hot cum pour into my cunt sending sizzles of heat that flow up to my womb.
You lay out on top of me our raging hearts pressed together. I wrap my legs about your hips, my arms about your neck. “You don’t love me anymore. You don’t care.”
You rise up off me a little framing my face in your hands. “My little cat, I’ll always love you. I love you more now than I did when we first married.”
“You leave me, you see right through me.”
“I don’t love anyone but you. Let me show you, let me love you once again. Don’t leave. I can’t live without you.”
“I hate you and I love you so much.” I can feel my tears slide down my temples.
Of course I stay with you. You after all are my aptly named demon. How can I let you go?