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Torn

By: AngelWhore



I received a surprising phone call the other day from my friend Melissa. I haven't seen her since her family moved to Florida when we were still in high school. I remained in New York but we've kept in touch over the years. However, it's been a while since we last talked. Melissa tells me that she has to go on a business trip to San Jose, California. Her company provided her with two first-class tickets and accommodations. She wants me to join her so we could reminisce and do some sightseeing after her meetings. My heart began to race at the prospect of spending some time with her. I've been carrying a torch for Melissa since high school. We had one passionate encounter when we were teenagers, and that night will forever be etched into my soul. We were each other's first sexual partners. Of course, I jumped at the invitation. Hey, maybe I can even meet up with my old lover, Steve. He lives in San Jose and knows how to please me like no other man can. I program Steve's number into my cell phone. One way or another, this should be a memorable little vacation. 

The morning I'm supposed to meet Melissa, I do my hair and makeup very carefully-I want to look perfect for her. I think back on our little experience together and my pussy starts to get very wet. I try to compose myself and get dressed, I have to be at the airport in an hour! I want to be comfortable on the plane, but I still want to look nice. I decide on my long, flowing black skirt with the silver dragon designs and a tight black spaghetti strap top. Although they're not really made for "walking," I slip on my black platform stiletto sandals. I take a quick glance at myself in my floor-length mirror, I look pretty good. I'm twenty-seven, 5'9, 130 pounds. I have almost waist-length natural blonde hair, green eyes and full lips. My measurements are 38DD-28-38, all real. All that gym time has really paid off, I'm proud of how fit and tight my body looks. I especially like my toned arms, abs and legs. My ass isn't too shabby either. I have my tongue and navel pierced and I just recently pierced my clit hood. My clit ring is a surgical steel hoop with a sparkly Austrian crystal in the center which lays sexily against my clean-shaven pussy. It looks so hot, I love it! I hope Melissa approves, maybe we could finish what we started all those years ago. 

I grab my bags, lock up my apartment and run downstairs to hail a cab. One pulls up immediately. By the way the driver keeps looking in his rearview mirror, I take it he likes what he sees. I decide to be a bit of a tease. I let my straps "accidentally" slip off of my shoulders, then I lean over and pretend to adjust the ankle strap on my shoe. My top falls a bit lower, and the tips of my very pink, very erect nipples pop out. I feel his eyes on me so I say, "Oops," and adjust my top. His eyes were so fixated on me, he almost ran a red light! We finally got to the airport and I paid my fare. The driver refused my tip, mumbling something about the "tit, um, tip" I had already given him! I laughed and said, "Talk about a Freudian slip!" He was blushing profusely as he drove off. That was fun, I love making grown men blush! The plan was for me to fly to Florida, meet Melissa in the Orlando airport, then we would fly to San Jose together. 

I checked my luggage and boarded the plane to Orlando. I was seated next to a smarmy businessman who tried to talk me up. I put on my headphones and tuned him out. All I could think of was my sweet Melissa. I stared at the pillow-like clouds through the window, and got lost in thought. Does she think about that time in high school as much as I do? We were both so young and innocent. I would love to revisit her warmth, to taste her. My hand drifted towards my throbbing pussy, I began to rub myself through my skirt. Then I heard the plane's loud arrival announcement and it jarred me from my trance. I looked over at my seatmate and he was practically drooling watching me. Now it was MY turn to blush! What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a sex-starved schoolgirl! When the plane finally landed at the gate, I made a quick exit. 

I retrieved my luggage and proceeded to the airport lounge, our designated meeting place. As I'm waiting for Melissa, I become even more nervous. My palms are sweaty, my palms NEVER get sweaty! About fifteen minutes pass and I'm practically breathless with anticipation. Suddenly I hear, "Michelle...?" I turn towards her voice and my heart almost stops. Melissa is standing before me looking even more exquisite than ever. She is dressed very professionally in a navy business suit. The suit is perfectly tailored to her curves, and her skirt is short. She was a vision with her tall slender frame, her full breasts visible beneath her blazer, her long, lean legs and tight ass. Her hair was still long and dark brown, and her lips, God, those lips, were still as pouty and bee- stung as I remembered them. But what really got me were her eyes. I could still get lost in the deep dark recesses of them. We were like two sides of the same coin. She mesmerized me. I stood up and embraced her. As soon as we touched, I felt electricity run through my body. I hope she felt the same. "Wow, you look incredible!" she said. I returned the compliment. "We have so much catching up to do!"

"Do we ever," I answered. We made some small talk heading towards the plane. We briefly spoke of boyfriends, careers, etc. All I kept thinking was how beautiful she looked, and how much I wanted her. 

When we were seated on the plane, Melissa asked the flight attendant for a couple of blankets because the cabin was quite cool. We put the blankets over our legs and continued to reminisce as our plane took off. "Do you remember that night in high school, at my house?" she asked. My heart began to race. "Y-Yes, of course I do," I stammered. "Well, since I invited you on this trip, it's the ONLY thing I've been thinking about."

"Me too," I answered. "I would really love to pick up where we left off. We're not naive little teenagers anymore, we could really have some fun," she said. "Absolutely, you took the words right out of my mouth! I've carried a torch for you for years."

"Same here," she admitted. With that, I felt her hand snake over to my lap. Under the cover of the blankets, she raised my long skirt. She started rubbing my aching pussy through my moist thong. I bit my lip and quietly moaned. She leaned over and gently kissed my neck. I lifted her face and kissed her swollen lips. As soon as I tasted her, my senses were flooded with memories. I could have kissed her for hours. She began to slip her fingers into my thong. She felt my clit ring and feigned surprise. "Very sexy, Michelle. Any others?" I stuck out my tongue and lifted my shirt to expose my other piercings. "You're such a bad girl, very hot," she said before taking my tongue into her mouth. She again found my erect clit and began to roll it between her thumb and index finger. "God, baby, you're so fucking wet," she whispered. All I could do was moan. 

When her hand was well-lubricated, she inserted two fingers into me while still working my clit with her thumb. I started grinding against her hand. I was so hot for her, I was ready to cum. I knew the entire plane could smell the musky sweetness of my sex. "Lissa, I'm going to cuuummm...." She then slipped her finger into my tight asshole and rubbed my clit harder. "OOOOOOOOOO, babyyyy, FUCK!!!" I came so hard all over her hand. She lifted her hand to her mouth, looked deep into my eyes and licked it clean. I was in love. After a few minutes, I was able to regain my composure. "It's your turn now," I said. "Not here," she answered. She got up and headed towards the back of the plane, to the tiny bathroom. She glanced at me over her shoulder, beckoning me to follow. I waited a few minutes so as not to be too obvious. She unlatched the door when I knocked. When I squeezed into the tiny space with her, I saw that she had her panties off, her skirt scrunched up around her waist and one leg propped up on the toilet seat. She was masturbating her sopping wet pussy. She was clean-shaven, like me. I looked into her eyes and started kissing her. I pushed her hand away from her pussy so I could greedily have it all to myself. I started masturbating her as my tongue found its way into her mouth. I felt her moan deep inside me. I had to taste her. 

We shifted our bodies as best we could until I was positioned directly beneath her. I inhaled her intoxicating scent and spread her swollen glistening lips wide. "Have you ever received oral from someone with a tongue piercing before?" I asked. "No, but I've always wondered what it would feel like," she answered. "Well, wonder no more." Her little clit stood at attention, begging to be sucked. I gently lapped it with my tongue. "That feels soooo goood," she moaned. "So...different." I felt her tremble. I licked the sides of her inner lips while massaging her clit with my fingers. I made my tongue as stiff as possible and proceeded to dart it in and out of her welcoming hole. I wanted to get as deep as possible into her sugar walls. I wanted to feel her from the inside. She began making these little animal noises. I continued to play with her clit as I moved lower down to rim her puckered asshole. MMMM, so sweet and salty. I then licked my way up from her asshole to her clit. There should be a law against how good she tastes. I spread her lips wide and hungrily ate her pussy, focusing all my energy on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and grinded her pussy into my face. She started to moan louder and I knew she was ready. I felt her pussy buck and her thighs shake, I ate her as fast and as hard as I could. She grabbed a handful of my hair and continued to fuck my mouth. She came in a huge gush, I devoured her essence. I stood up and kissed her hard on the mouth. We cleaned ourselves up as best as we could. The bathroom wreaked of girl sex. We calmly walked back to our seats. All eyes were on us, but we didn't care. Our hunger had been sated...for now. 

We landed in San Jose a few hours later, and we were both exhausted. We claimed our luggage and took a cab to our hotel. Melissa's company set her up in this fancy suite. It had all the perks, including a hot tub. We were both tired but we decided to take a dip. We started to undress each other and again, I was in awe of her. Her naked body was flawless. She seemed to like mine as well because as soon as we were undressed, she began kissing me and caressing my every curve. I happily returned the attention. I stepped into the hot tub first and sat against the wall. Melissa stepped in after me and sat between my spread legs. The jets from the tub felt incredible on our tense bodies. She had her hair pinned up which exposed her lovely neck to me. How could I resist? I started to nibble and kiss her neck and ears, she shivered with pleasure. I reached my arms around her and cupped her full firm breasts in my hands. I caressed her rock-hard nipples with my thumbs as I gently squeezed her breasts. She leaned into me. I LOVE to hear her moan. I tilted my head to the side to meet her mouth and gave her a deep soul kiss. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. She turned around and straddled me while we were kissing. When her breasts and nipples brushed my own, I thought I would explode! I grabbed her ass as she grinded her pussy against my thigh. I lowered my head to take her light brown nipples into my hot mouth. She was furiously humping my thigh as I fingered her ass and sucked her tits. "Bite harder!" she demanded. My kind of girl. I started biting her breasts and nipples. She was insatiable. "Michelle, I'm going to cuuummmm, you fucking bitch, you're making me cum again....." Her body convulsed as she came on my leg. 

After a few minutes, she ordered me to position myself directly in front of the tub's jets. She spread my legs so the pulsing water could masturbate me. It felt soooo gooood! As the water was pounding my throbbing pussy, Melissa was kissing me and giving my tits the same treatment I gave hers. I was so overwhelmed by this situation, living out a long-time fantasy, that I came almost instantly. After my brain functions returned, we both hopped in the shower and washed each other VERY clean. We toweled off and collapsed naked onto the queen-size bed. We held each other through the night, our legs entwined. She felt like home to me. 

I was awakened the next morning by Melissa gently kissing my clit. "I really love your little ring, very pretty," she said. "MMMMM, what a great way to wake me." I tried to molest her before she finished getting dressed, but she was already late for her meeting. "I'll see you in a couple of hours," she said as she gently kissed my lips. "Stay out of trouble."

"I can't make any promises, but I'll give it a shot," I answered. 

Since I don't know anyone in San Jose except for Steve, and since I was getting tired of watching porn, I decided to give him a call. Maybe he could help me pass the time until Melissa returned. I was able to reach Steve at his house and he was very surprised to hear from me. I persuaded him to come and hang out at the hotel with me. "Maybe you could show me around," I said. "Sure, babe. Whatever you want. I'll be there in an hour." We hadn't seen each other for a few years so I was really looking forward to seeing him again. I got up to get dressed and put some makeup on. I wanted to look nice for Steve. I washed my face and put some moisturizer on. I curled my lashes and put on some black mascara, I then painted my full lips a deep red. I ran a brush through my long blonde hair, then I started to get dressed. 

I put on my nude thong, skintight black leather bellbottom jeans, and a fitted red T-shirt. I didn't feel like wearing a bra. My T-shirt was so tight, it provided enough support. I was slipping into my motorcycle boots when I heard a knock on the hotel room door. I opened the door and flew into Steve's arms. I was so happy to see him. He really looked incredible, better than I remembered. He's tall, lean, muscular and clean-shaven. What can I say? I have a thing for bald guys! He brought me flowers and a nice bottle of wine. "Awww, I feel really bad, I didn't get YOU anything."

"Just you being here is enough for me." He was always smooth. Truth be told, Steve was one of the best lovers I'd ever had. He's insatiable and experimental, two qualities I seek out in my partners. He also has this incredibly thick cock, and he knows how to use it. He's a very giving lover, totally selfless. He ALWAYS made me cum. He knew all the right buttons to push. 

Steve was eyeing me with approval. "Damn, Michelle, you look sooo beautiful, so fucking nasty! You still have your piercings?" I showed him my bellybutton and stuck out my tongue. He proceeded to lick both. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and he tasted so good to me. "I really missed this one, (my tongue piercing) I loved how it felt on the shaft of my cock."

"I got a new one...." I teasingly offered. "Oh yeah, where?" He ran his hands across my firm breasts and tweaked my hard nipples, which were quite visible through the tight fabric of my shirt. "I can tell it's not your nipples...."

"Lower," I whispered. He put his hands around my waist and started to unbutton my jeans. I pushed his hands away. "Nah, you don't deserve to see it," I teased. "C'mon, I brought you wine...and flowers!" he begged. "Oh, I see. So that entitles you to see me naked?"

"Wouldn't be the first time...." I playfully punched his arm. "Oh, alright! I hate to see a grown man beg. Wait, no I don't. It's actually quite entertaining!" He then pulled me close and kissed me hard. My panties were becoming wetter by the minute. "It feels so good to be back in your arms, Michelle. I've missed you so much."

"Same here, angel." We kissed a bit longer, then I broke our embrace. 

We sat on the bed and I told him all about what transpired between Melissa and I. He knew all about my longing for her and he was happy I finally got to fulfill my fantasy. As I told him all the details of the plane, the hot tub, etc. I noticed how much tighter his jeans stretched across his crotch. I affectionately patted his cock through his jeans. "Awww, poor baby. What can I do to help you with that?" He laid back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. "Please let me make love to you. I want you so bad. Please, Michelle." We started kissing and he held my hips to grind into me. He has such strong hands. I remove my shirt and expose myself to him. He reaches for my breasts and begins kneading them. "These tits were made for me, they fit perfectly in my hand." I throw my head back and moan. He knows how to handle me. 

I take his hands from my breasts and hold them over his head. I lean forward so my breasts fall into his mouth. He greedily accepts them. "I love your mouth, baby. Always have," I whisper. I let go of his hands and he moves to unbutton my jeans. I don't stop him this time. I stand up to make his job easier, and he slides the leather down my long, toned legs. I'm standing before him wearing only my nude thong. He gets on his knees and firmly holds my hips. He begins to lick my pussy through my panties, something he KNOWS turns me on. "Time to see your new piercing..." He rips off my thong and I'm completely exposed to him. My pussy is swollen with arousal. He uses his index finger to play with my clit ring, then he puts it between his teeth and gently tugs. "MMMMMM, nice..." I mumble. "You still like pleasure spiked with pain I see."

"Only when you're delivering that combination," I moan. He continues to tease my clit with his very talented tongue until I shove him away. "I want your cock NOW!" I demand. I unbutton and unzip his jeans and yank them down his legs. His cock springs out at me. "I see you're still going commando," I tease. "Why wear underwear? Everything is more...accessible this way." I get down on my knees and flick the bulging purple head of his cock with my tongue as my hand cradles his cum-filled balls. I grab his ass and deep-throat him. My nose is buried in his soft pubic hair, his whole cock is down my throat. He grabs the sides of my face and pushes his cock in and out of my mouth. 

"Wait, stop, this isn't right," he says. "EXCUSE ME???" I respond. "No,what I mean is, we shouldn't be ignoring that sweet cunt of yours." He takes off his shirt and lays back on the bed. "C'mere, baby. Remember my favorite number? I believe it's yours too," he teased. "Oh, yes. I am quite fond of that number," I say as I position myself on top of him. My hot cunt is directly over his mouth and he grabs my ass to pull me down onto his tongue. I'm enjoying his luscious cock as he's eating me. We're going at it like maniacs when the hotel room door opens. Then I hear Melissa's voice, "Hey, sweetie I'm back. The meeting was cut mercifully short. Have you've been keeping busy?" Before Steve and I could react, we were busted! "Well, I see you've been keeping yourself entertained you naughty girl. What ever am I going to do with you.....?" 

If you enjoyed this story, please let me know. If I get enough positive responses, we'll see what happens with this "threesome" in Torn II. Thanks! 

Torn



Dear Jim,

I do not know if you will ever see this letter. A part of me wants to tear it to pieces right now, before its finished, before its even begun. I don't know if I can make myself write it. I have stood and paced and sat in front of the keyboard and typed and then erased everything. I want, somehow, I want everything to go away. I want things to be what they were just a year ago. But they're not, they never can be, and I don't know how to deal with that.

Jim, you are my husband, the father of my children, the only man I've ever loved. I know that you have sensed something is wrong between us, growing more and more pronounced over the past twelve months. I see it in your eyes, I feel it in your touch. You are as hesitant as I have been to broach the subject. Like me, somehow you have hoped that if you ignore it, it will go away. It won't.

I am gay. 

There, I said it. I'm a lesbian, a dyke, a QUEER. At least I think I am. And I can't be. I'm the vice-president of the PTA, I teach Sunday School. Women like me aren't gay. Nevertheless, the urge, the desire, the attraction towards other women has taken over me. It obsesses me. In the times when I can think rationally about it, all I can think of is that I am indeed a lesbian. I promise you I have never betrayed our wedding vows, but I have come so close to it I shudder now that I think of it.

How did this happen, you may well ask. Along with so many other things, I have no answers, only more questions. Slowly over the last two years I've stopped looking at men. Instead, I've been fascinated by other women. More and more my eyes would follow the curves of their bodies, linger on the slight gap of a blouse or the lift of a skirt. I found myself following a woman one day down the aisles of a grocery store, all but mesmerized by the sway of her bottom and the movement of her legs. When she suddenly turned around, I almost ran into her I was staring so hard. I was completely embarrassed but passed it off as "Not watching where I was going".

So the desire has continued to grow. Remember when we went to the Faith Hill concert about 6 months ago? I teased you that night about you making love to her. Well I was fantasizing about her myself.

Its made sex very hard. I don't want any man, even you, the only man I've ever wanted. You've noticed. I cringe at the knowledge that I have turned my head away from you when you kiss me. I close my eyes when we're making love. I'm sure its not escaped you that I now prefer oral sex. Isn't that a kick? I still love to suck your cock. I haven't lost that desire. I wonder why. I have tried desperately not to deny you. Not because "you're a guy and have to have sex" or because I think you are "entitled to it", but because for us its always been an expression of love. 

So in one way I betray you. You know how strongly I like the doggie style intercourse nowadays. I'm sure the reason has occurred to you by now. I'm not watching you. I am pretending that a woman is using a strapon on me. How that could differ from the sex we've always enjoyed is another mystery to me. I only know when I imagine a woman at the other end of the cock, I get turned on. When I have to face the fact its a man, there is nothing.

A man. You, Jim. I know this can be nothing but agonizing for you to have to be told that I shrink from your body. But not your touch. Your touch still fills me with warmth. Sunday morning, before the kids were up, we were drinking coffee on the porch and holding hands. I wanted to disbelieve my other feelings. How could I be gay and still want you so near, love your fingers intertwined with mine? Shouldn't I be filled with revulsion at your nearness?

I told you I came close. Three months ago at the office cocktail party celebrating the fantastic sales for the quarter. You urged me to go, possibly hoping that something would snap me out of the mood I have been in. You've met Dee Archer. She's the blonde saleswoman that you had the great discussion about the Cubs with at the Christmas party. She's a friend. She's also gay. That night I had too much to drink, deliberately, to stiffen my courage. I got her off to one of the offices on some stupid pretext, and threw myself at her. I say threw myself. She didn't even understand what the hell I was doing at first. Do you know what happened when she finally recognized my halting attempt for what it was?

She turned me down. She told me there was no way she was coming between my husband and I. She wasn't going to break up a marriage. After getting all nerved up, the let down was more than I could bear. I burst into tears. She held me and I managed to tell her what was going on. She admitted that what I described appeared to be a woman trying to coming out. She urged me that before I took any further steps I needed to talk to you. God knows why she should have had to tell me that. I owe you that and so much more.

I thanked her for her words and I blushed and thanked her for refusing me. She waved her hand in dismissal. "I know you," she told me. "Even if you had become a card carrying member of 'Dykes-R-Us' you would have never had sex behind Jim's back." Oh God, she's right. I can't cheat on you, its just not in me.

Assuming that anything could possibly be amusing about this, do you know what is funny? I still love you. The emotional ties that bind us together are no weaker than they have ever been. I don't want a divorce. I can't even think of living with anyone other than you. The change in my physical desires hasn't changed that a bit. I don't find men sexually arousing, but there is still one that hold of my heart. You.

And what about you? How are you going to deal with this? I can't imagine. When we got married, we agreed to "forsake all others". I know that's still how you feel. You're hardly going to tell me "Hey Erica, its okay. Get a female lover. Just come home to me whenever you happen to come this way. the door will be open and the light on." If that sounds bitter and sarcastic, that's because it is. I'm bitter and angry at life, at fate, at God right now for placing this on me, and on you my darling. 

I don't know the answer. I don't know ANY answer. We have to talk about this, because otherwise things are going to get more and more strained until our life falls completely apart. We can't go on as we are, but I don't know what direction to go forward in. I want it all somehow. I want what we've had for so many years and I want fulfillment of the desires I have now. I want to eat my cake and have it too. I want a lover, I want you, I want our children. I can't think of any possible way to have it. The thought of loosing you turns me weak.

I am waiting for the sound of your truck in the driveway. I've sent the children to your Mother's for the night. Tonight I lay myself open to you. But not with this letter. As much as my mind urges me to pin it in an envelope on the front door, I can't take the coward's way out. The wonderful man who has been my companion and lover for all these years deserves to hear these things from my lips, see my face when I say them.

I hear you outside. I'm taking the deepest breath I've ever taken in my life. I'm going to print this letter and clutch it in my hand, hoping it gives me the strength to go through with this. What the outcome will be I haven't the slightest idea.

One last thing, Jim.

I love you. I have since we were 17 together and after 4 years of dating and 15 years of marriage I still love you.

Your wife,

Erica

(The End)

(As always, comments, suggestion and reasonable criticisms are always welcome. Thank you, Dot, for talking this over with me. You're the best.)



Torn



The fortune teller was wrong, I sniffed miserably. She had predicted a sparkling future with a dark haired man in my life. I had been confident it was Paul, but it seemed the old woman had made a gigantic error in her interpretation of the Tarot cards

It had been three days since I had heard from him; three long days since the email telling me we had been seen out together by his wife's friend and he needed a break from everything. This was more than enough time to conclude that he had made his choice and it did not include me. 

Either that or she had castrated him and he had bled to death in a pool of gore. 

Option two was looking pretty tempting... I just hoped it had been painful. It couldn't be any worse than the way I was feeling at this precise moment in time. 

The bottle of vodka on the table before me was half empty, as was my stomach. I knew I should have eaten some dinner, but somehow I could find no enthusiasm for food. Even in the depths of my black depression, part of me imagined the glamour of my funeral and strived to create a suitably dramatic ending for my tortured soul. Wasting away from a broken heart seemed a fitting demise – I just hoped the bastard would then feel guilty about the callous way he had used me. It was an unlikely proposition though; he wasn't that sensitive.

I sobbed again and reached for a tissue. My arm knocked the bottle and it fell crashing to the floor, spilling its precious liquid all over the linoleum. Christ, I couldn't even do alcoholic poisoning right! 

My head was reeling and I felt like death. I had intended to go out tonight. I had even gone as far as putting my party clothes on. But when it came to it, I just couldn't leave the house. Mandy had sighed in exasperation and left me to wallow in my misery. She had told me right from the beginning it would end in tears and she wasn't about to miss out on a night of clubbing because of my failed romance. 

Nobody loves a know-it-all, I had retorted crossly. But she was right and we both knew it. I should have learned my lesson the first time round. He treated me badly then and still I took him back. Ten out of ten for stupidity...

Trying to quell the rising feeling of nausea, I lurched to my feet and stepped over the puddle of Smirnoff. Bloody expensive puddle, I thought irrelevantly. Balefully, I eyed my mobile sat on the worktop. It eyed me back and refused point blank to ring. Nobody loved me it seemed, least of all him. 

"Fucking BASTARD!" I screamed pointlessly; he couldn't hear me. The sound echoed off the tiled wall and once again the room was silent but for the faint sound of next door's television. 

I knew I should never have got involved with him. It was a mistake to believe that he would eventually choose to be with me. God what a fool I had been. I honestly thought he cared about me. All the bullshit about how badly she treated him, how he was so unhappy. It was all just a line. A line intended to arouse my sympathy and make me feel sorry for him. 

And I did feel sorry for him. I wanted to make him feel better and naturally this involved sex. Not that it had done a lot of good. He still chose her over me. Better the devil you know, I concluded bitterly as I lurched into the living room on a cloud of vodka fumes.

The television wavered before my eyes. I debated turning it on and watching some inane crap – but I couldn't find the remote. Flopping down on the sofa, I thought about where I had gone wrong. 

Was it when I replied to his text after nearly eighteen months? Or was it when I agreed to meet him again on the basis that I needed to see if I still had feelings for him? No, it was when I began to let my guard down and he slipped through my emotional firewall. From that moment I was doomed. I fell for him all over again and the writing was writ large on the wall – 'you will be fucked over big style'.

He was never going to leave her for me. He even fucking told me! But, being a typical woman, I ignored the obvious signs and persisted on writing my own happy ending. 

I curled up miserably into a foetal ball and closed my eyes. The room was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach. The pain was so intense and I wondered if I would ever be able to move past this horrible moment in time. Love was never meant to hurt this much. Love was meant to be all white and fluffy. This was more like a vat of sulphuric acid thrown in my face – it hurt like hell and made me wish I was dead.

I must have passed out shortly after that nihilistic train of thought. The next thing I knew, the sun was shining directly on to my wan face and I was about to throw up. I scarcely made it to the bathroom in time. As the meagre contents of my stomach emptied into the toilet bowl I resolved never to drink again – ever.

"Coffee?" asked Mandy wryly as she stuck her head around the door. I nodded feebly and she vanished to flick the kettle on. God knew I needed more than coffee to make me feel better, but it was a start. 

I splashed cold water onto my pasty complexion and looked at myself in disgust. My blonde hair was plastered to my head and my turquoise eyes were flat and dead. God I looked a state. How I hated him at that moment, but I hated myself more knowing he had driven me to such depths of self pity. 

The smell of frying bacon slipped through the miasma of depression and a small twinkle of light flickered on in my brain. My stomach propelled me into the kitchen and Mandy smiled sympathetically.

"Eat this," she ordered and I immediately felt better. There was nothing like a bacon sandwich to restore one's faith in humanity.

* * *

A week passed and life went on. I felt like a zombie most of the time – functioning, but only on a superficial level. On the surface I was my usual efficient self at work, but beneath it all I was seriously losing the plot.

My heart was broken and I was scarcely able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I knew all the clichés about time healing all wounds, but it felt like this particular wound was rapidly becoming gangrenous. If I had been able to cut my bleeding heart out, I would have.

Mandy was sympathetic to my desolation, but she knew there was very little she could do other than listen to my endless streams of diatribe. It was cathartic at least to spew all the poison out to someone who gave a damn.

"I thought he cared about me!" I wailed for the umpteenth time as we sat drinking coffee one evening.

"Rach, you should know by now men will say ANYTHING to get laid!"

"But I really thought he had changed this time..." I sniffed, looking away before the tears began to fall again. 

Mandy sighed patiently. "It's not your fault you wanted to believe his bullshit," she said philosophically. "We all fall for it – we like to believe the best in men even when the fact they are total bastards is staring us in the face." 

It was cynical, but true. I always saw the good in people. This probably explained why I was taken advantage of so often. Mandy on the other hand was the queen of cynicism. She never took a man at face value and always looked for an ulterior motive. Maybe this was why she always had men running in circles around her, when I on the other hand got shafted time and time again.

"That's it – I am not doing men any more!" I made this declaration passionately and Mandy bust out laughing merrily. 

"Can I write this down for posterity?" she giggled. "You won't last five bloody minutes!"

"No, I mean it this time. No more men. I have had it with them – they are all wankers!" I honestly meant it too. I couldn't face the idea of dating again. The trouble was, I only wanted one man and if I couldn't have him, I didn't want anyone.

* * *

Jake, our neighbour, smiled at me when I stated my 'no men' policy again. 

"Really?" He didn't look all that convinced and I was rather stung by the fact that he hadn't believed me.

"Yes! I am sticking to a life of celibacy from now on." I pulled a skimpy thong from the washing basket and pegged it onto the line. Well I won't need this anymore, I thought firmly. No more sexy underwear for me.

Jake shook his head and sighed. "What a terrible waste," he muttered before he turned away and walked back into his house. I watched him go in surprise; he had sounded rather sad for some reason. 

Shaking my head in bemusement, I returned to my task. Anything mind-numbing to occupy my time was useful. If I had nothing to do, I ended up raking over all the pointless moments of my relationship with Paul. It didn't help one iota - it just left me feeling like shit again.

* * *

"Want to come next door for a drink later?" 

I looked up in surprise at Mandy's question. "Why?" I asked curiously.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Does there need to be a reason?"

"Er... no, I guess not. But I didn't think you were that friendly with Jake?" 

"He's a nice guy! I bumped into him at the corner shop and he mentioned he was having a few friends round later. He asked if we would like to pop round and I said yes. God knows you need cheering up, even if I don't!"

She was right. Despite my best efforts to appear happy, it sure as hell wasn't working. I seemed perpetually slumped in a quagmire of depression and even the guys at work had begun to notice. 

* * *

"What's up with you?" Tony had asked in the kitchen the previous morning.

"Men," was my succinct response. I slammed the milk down on the worktop and proceeded to pour boiling water into all the mugs. 

"Right..." Tony replied, hastily moving out of my way. "Well er... if you want to talk about it or anything, you know I'm here..." 

My tears pricked with familiar tears again. If only it helped to talk about it. I felt like I had talked the whole subject to death and still it made no difference. I hadn't heard from him since that email. Nothing at all – not one text or phone call. My head knew it was over but my heart stubbornly refused to accept it. He was constantly on my mind and if I didn't think about him in the space of five minutes, I considered myself doing well. 

I glanced down and realised the water had overflowed in one of the mugs and was currently dripping onto the floor. Sighing heavily I mopped up the mess. This was becoming ridiculous – if I didn't start to get a grip soon, I was likely to have a total breakdown!

* * *

"What time are we going round?" I asked Mandy, wondering if I could actually be bothered to wash my hair first.

"Oh, about eight ish. We don't have to stay for long – just long enough to check out the talent!"

God she was incorrigible! She had several blokes on the go and still she was keeping an eye out for replacements! 

"I thought you were keen on Andy?" I asked curiously, forgetting all about my own problems for a minute. 

"I am, but men are like tyres – it never hurts to have a spare or two!" she giggled and I snorted with laughter. It was hard to stay miserable around Mandy. She was too full of the joys of life. In many ways it was just as well she was here – I probably would have slit my wrists by now if she wasn't.

* * *

Jake's house was rather nicer than I had imagined it would be. Despite the fact we had been neighbours for several months, I had never been inside it before. We had exchanged greetings over the garden fence a few times and he had always been friendly, but I hadn't really paid him a lot of attention since he had moved in.

He was a Veterinary Surgeon at a local practice and he was out at work for much of the time. Mandy had eyed him up as soon as he bought the house next door, but I had been much too involved with Paul to really take any notice of eligible single men.

As far as I knew, Jake had no girlfriend. It was strange as he was actually a very good looking bloke when I finally took the time to notice. I studied him as he chatted with a tall, lanky guy in the kitchen while Mandy flirted outrageously with some other bloke. She stood twirling her long dark hair and fluttering her eye lashes. The poor man didn't stand a chance.

There were several bottles of beer on the worktop and I helped myself to one. Jake was waving his arms around animatedly as he recounted a story of an angry cow objecting to an examination. His arms were tanned and strong looking; his torso muscular beneath the tight tee-shirt. His brown hair was long enough to flop down over one blue eye beguilingly. 

A faint sliver of desire curled inside my belly and for a sharp moment I forgot all about Paul.  

"Rach, come over here and meet Steven!" Mandy gestured at me with a wink and broke my reverie. For a moment I was flustered, my skin prickling with an unexpected longing. I glanced back at Jake and noticed he was looking my way, an inscrutable expression on his face. 

I turned away, suddenly unable to look at him. I felt my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and I wondered if anyone had seen me staring like an idiot. God I hoped not... 

"Rach, Steven is single. He likes kids, animals and drives a BMW." I could have killed Mandy on the spot. She was blatantly match-making and it was the last thing I needed.

"Hello Steven," I managed to say through gritted teeth. "Pleased to meet you..." Politely we shook hands. His palm was moist and hot and I tried not to snatch my hand away rudely. Mandy was so dead when we got home soon. Naturally she melted away immediately and left me with Steven. He was pleasant enough, but I knew he was never going to set my world on fire.

As soon as I was able to, I managed to extricate myself from Steven and went to find Mandy. She was sat on the settee with Jake, talking animatedly about films they had both seen. For an inexplicable moment I was jealous. 

They both looked up and smiled when I walked into to room. "Hey Rach, you okay?" Mandy asked with a smirk. "Getting along alright with Steven?" 

"Yes, we had lots in common..." I glared at her and she had the shame to look slightly apologetic. "I'm going home now, are you coming?" I added with irritation.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." She grinned at me blithely and returned her attention to Jake. It appeared I was dismissed. 

Crossly I stalked out of the room and slammed the front door behind me. I vaguely heard Steven saying something as I left, but I pointedly ignored him. There was no way on earth I was about to give him my mobile number or indeed anything. He had hinted about taking me out whilst we chatted in the kitchen, but I had resolutely ignored his veiled suggestions. He wasn't my type at all. He was not Paul and therefore I wasn't interested.

* * *

The television presenter waffled on about holiday destinations as I tuned out. Mandy had returned from Jake's house and had managed to completely ignore my hostile complaints about her meddling in my love life. 

"Look – Steven is single and he's okay. I figured it would do you good to get out on a date. You might actually enjoy it? Besides, it's about time you stopped mooning around the house because of that dickhead, Paul." 

I glared her crossly. "But I don't want to be taken out on a sympathy date! I'm not a fucking charity!"

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You're a great girl Rach, but you are wasting your time waiting for dickhead to realise that. He's made his bed so just leave him to stagnate in it and move on." 

I didn't to hear that. What I wanted was for him to come back to me and a happy ever after. My tea cooled on the table as I stared morosely out of the kitchen window. Mandy sighed in exasperation and turned away. I wondered when she would give up on me – I pretty much had.

"Oh by the way, we're going to the cinema on Thursday night, if you want to come."

"We?" I asked. My was curiosity piqued despite my best intentions.

Mandy turned the hot tap on to wash some dishes and her reply was almost lost in the sound of water running into the bowl. I thought I heard the name 'Jake', but surely I was wrong.

"Did you say Jake?" I yelled at her. 

She turned the water off and turned to face me with an innocent expression on her pretty face. "Erm yeah. Fancy it?" she grinned mischievously. "I thought it might be fun."

"Haven't you got enough men in your life at the moment?" Honestly, if she strung any more men along, she would have one for every day of the fucking week!

"Nope." 

"Well I wouldn't want to cramp your style," I said irritably. 

Mandy rolled her eyes at me and grinned. "It's not what you think okay? He's a nice guy, but I don't fancy him. We just happen to have similar taste in films. It would be a laugh if we all went out, we could go for a drink after the film. You might even have fun if you let yourself!" 

"Okay - just as long as you aren't trying to set me up with Steven," I warned her with a scowl. There was no way on earth I was falling for that one...

* * *

Thursday evening, Mandy appeared in my bedroom doorway looking very pale. I glanced up from my pile of ironing with surprise. "What's up with you?" 

"I don't feel well..." she said mournfully. "You're going to have to go without me tonight, I think I've caught a bug – sorry."

She really didn't look well. As much as I was suspicious of her motives for inviting me along tonight, I didn't think even Mandy would deliberately feign illness to further my love-life. 

This meant that it was just Jake and me going to the cinema. I didn't know if I could go now. Suddenly it seemed a little too much like a date and I wasn't ready for that. 

"Mandy..." my voice trailed off and I stared at my face in the mirror. I was being stupid wasn't I? Paul was officially history and there was no real reason why I shouldn't be dating another man. I couldn't put my life on hold forever. Besides, Jake was an attractive guy and I rather liked him if truth be told. 

"Are you going or what?" Mandy asked slightly impatiently. She was looking rather green and I sincerely hoped she didn't throw up all over my carpet. It had not recovered from the incident last New Years and there was still a suspicious stain near the bed.

"Okay I'll go." I said firmly. "But I'm warning you now, if this is a set up, I will kill you!" 

* * *

Much to my relief Steven didn't appear when I went round next door. Jake seemed remarkably unfazed by Mandy's sudden illness and I felt a twinge of suspicion. But there was very little I could do without seeming churlish. Anyway, to all intents and purposes, it was just a trip to the cinema with a friend; nothing more and nothing less.

The fact that Jake and I were hardly friends was irrelevant. I supposed it was as good a time as any to get to know him. We were neighbours after all. And he was rather attractive, (in an understated kind of way). Not that I was looking of course – I needed another man like I needed a hole in the head.

The film he took me to see was a French subtitled one. It was about the suicide of a husband and the subsequent effect on his family. It was hardly uplifting and given my recent state of manic depression, hardly the best choice of viewing entertainment. 

Jake seemed enthralled though. He sat glued to the screen while I watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. He had a classic profile; straight nose and high forehead. Kind of like a Jane Austin hero, I thought dreamily. Then I mentally slapped myself. What in God's name was I thinking? I had only just gotten rid of one low life bastard - I hardly needed a replacement just yet!

My attention was drawn back to the screen by a wailing woman. I knew exactly how she felt. Men were the bane of my life too. She and I could both do with some Prozac to help us along - that and a life-times worth of immunity against useless fuckwits. 

Eventually the film ended, slightly more cheerfully than it had begun. We headed outside into the cool night air. I suddenly felt awkward. If Mandy had been there, we would have headed straight to the pub and had a few drinks and a laugh about the awful film. But she was at home allegedly ill and now I was tongue-tied all of a sudden.




Torn



"Erm... thanks, that was great!" I said with a bright smile.

Jake burst out laughing. "No, it was horribly depressing and we both need a drink to recover!" 

I grinned at him in relief. "Yeah okay – you're right – it was a bloody awful film! Next time it's my choice!" I suddenly realised what I had said and blushed faintly. Next time? Oh very subtle Rach! 

"No problem, next time you definitely get to choose the film." Jake glanced at his watch and said, "Come on, we can have a drink in the Three Legs down the road. My round as I forced you to sit through that film." 

* * *

It was late when we finally said goodnight. I was surprised to realise that I had had a great time. I hadn't thought about Paul once which was a major break through. Maybe I was cured! Then a pang of regret hit me and I winced in renewed pain.

"You okay?" Jake asked. He must have noticed the change in my expression as we stood at the garden gate between our houses. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said firmly. Actually I wasn't fine but it had nothing to do with him.

"Mandy told me about your ex. I know it's none of my business or anything..." He paused for a moment and looked at me. "But I think your worth more than that."

I stared at him in surprise. Oh thanks a lot Mandy! Nice to know that all and sundry knew my business. God knew what he must think of me now. Affairs with attached men were hardly the epitome of virtuous women. 

"I really hope you didn't mean it when you said you were giving up men for the rest of your life..."

Without warning, he leant forward and kissed me gently on the lips. I froze in shock for a moment, before I found myself responding to the pressure of his mouth. He tasted slightly of mint from the polo's he had eaten on the way home and I leant into him as we stood under the spotlight of the street lamp. 

His body felt hard and muscular. It was obvious his job was fairly physical; he was also taller than Paul had been and I found myself tilting my head up more than I was used to. He didn't kiss like Paul, but the difference was enjoyable nevertheless. 

When we broke apart, I could feel my heart racing and confusion was running rampant through my veins. What in the hell was I doing? I shouldn't be kissing another man! I pulled back, uncertainty smothering me in a dark cloud. 

Jake must have sensed my abrupt change of heart and he took a step backwards. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No... it's not your fault." I sighed. "It's just that things are a little difficult at the moment. I'm just not ready for anything new. I need time..." 

"Well when you ARE ready, give me a shout." With that, he walked away and disappeared inside his house, leaving me standing in a pool of yellow light feeling horribly mixed up.

Mandy was laid out watching television when I went in. She looked far better than she had when I left her earlier. I couldn't help wondering if maybe she had deliberately concocted an excuse to send me out with Jake alone. It just seemed too convenient all of a sudden.

"Feeling okay now?" I asked a little sarcastically, flopping down on the worn settee.

"Much better thanks," she grinned disarmingly. "How was the film?"

"Oh very entertaining – I felt really cheerful by the time it was over!" 

Mandy smothered her laughter and I couldn't help but smile. "Bitch! You knew it would be bloody awful, didn't you!"

"No! I actually wanted to see that film..."

"Well guess what you're going to get for Christmas then – that film on DVD!"

"Never mind the film, how was Jake?" Mandy winked at me and I knew I had been set up. 

"He was ... er... nice?" 

"Nice?" She smirked and suddenly looked very interested.

"Yeah nice... Right, I'm off to bed. Good night!" I waltzed out of the room, ignoring her protests for more information. I needed to sort out my own head before I told her about the kiss. 

Lying in my bed I pondered what had happened. Okay so we kissed. I had to admit I enjoyed it and I found him attractive. The big question was, was I over Paul? I just didn't know. It hadn't been long enough really. I did not want to jump feet first into another relationship before the dust had settled on the old one.

I knew Paul was bad for me. I also knew he was never going to leave her for me. But I still cared about him. I groaned out loud, wishing for once I could have a nice, simple life. Why couldn't I be like Mandy? Have lots of men but keep them at a distance, just using them for my own ends.

Agghhhhh! Life was never fair. I fell asleep pondering that dismal thought. 

* * *

A few weeks passed by slowly, my thoughts of Paul becoming fewer and fewer. It wasn't easy, but I was beginning to recover from the damage he had inflicted on me. I also had the distinct impression Jake was avoiding me. I had seen him a few times out in his garden, but whenever I ventured out there, he had vanished.

Mandy had talked to him, but she didn't divulge what had been said. This annoyed me immensely and I felt almost jealous that they had more of a friendship than he and I did. Of course that was ridiculous – he and I hardly knew each other. I couldn't help wondering if they fancied each other though. I tried not to dwell on that. It annoyed me more than it should have.

I had heard nothing from Paul. Not any kind of explanation as to why he had vanished off the face of the planet. There really was no excuse for his behaviour. I could only assume he had decided to make a go of it with his wife once again. It seemed unlikely that THAT would last long. Oh well, I was not going to be there for him next time. He had well and truly blown it with me. 

Life went on. Work was busy and provided plenty of distraction from my love life. We had some new clients and I was flat out most of the time. Mandy continued to play the field and reap the fruit of her labours. It never ceased to amaze me that all her men did not seem to mind being one of a crowd. I had to admire her though; she knew how to play them to her advantage. 

* * *

The house was dark and silent but for the television playing an old film. Mandy had gone off for the weekend with one of her current blokes, some posh hotel in Scotland apparently. She had texted me last night bragging about how much money he had spent on her so far – shoes, lingerie, jewellery. Frankly I was jealous, but I was not going to tell her that. 

I was bored. The film was not really keeping my attention and I found my mind drifting off down memory lane. I couldn't help wondering what Paul was doing... Was he lying next to her, watching a film and whispering sweet nothings? I had no idea. All I knew was that I was beginning not to care quite so much.

A small movement out of the corner of my eye attracted my attention. I sat up and looked closely. Oh my god! It was a spider! I immediately pulled my feet tightly under me and began to shake. 

For the whole of my life I had been a sufferer of arachnophobia. I was truly terrified of spiders and although the sane part of me recognised it was a totally irrational fear, the rest of me still screamed like a banshee when one appeared.

Mandy was the designated 'spider killer' in our house. She was not frightened of them in the slightest and had no qualms about fishing them out of the bath with a glass. The major problem I had now was – she wasn't here!

What was I going to do? The spider scuttled over the carpet towards the fireplace and I cringed. It was huge – thick hairy legs and a fat body. I was almost paralysed with fear. I could probably make it out of the room without having to venture too close. But then it might find its way up into my bedroom and... I just couldn't bear to think about it. 

One way or another I needed to find some kind soul to remove it for me. The only person I could ask was Jake. I just hoped like hell he was in and still up. If he wasn't I was screwed!

He answered the door wearing an old pair of tracksuit bottoms, his chest bare. For a moment I was speechless as I admired his muscular torso. He looked at me with curiosity, no doubt wondering why I was stood at his door wearing a short nightdress, silky dressing gown and bunny slippers. 

Now I felt really stupid. Curse that bloody spider! Why couldn't it have appeared when I was at least dressed in something more decent? 

"Ermm... sorry to bother you," I stuttered feeling my cheeks turning pink. "I have a problem and I wondered if you could help me?"

Jake's eyebrow arched upwards in a look of amusement; no doubt his mind was working overtime wondering just exactly what my 'problem' was! 

"What's up then?" he said with a lop-sided grin.

"I have a spider in the house and..." I glared at him darkly when he burst out laughing. "It's not funny! I am scared of them." 

I huffed in self righteous indignation. Phobias were no laughing matter – I bet he was scared of something stupid too.

"Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist!" he laughed even harder as I became more and more cross. "I'll just put something on my feet and then we can go kill the big scary spider."

Now I knew he was taking the piss. Why exactly did I think he was a nice person? He was not a nice person – a nice person would have shown some sympathy for my plight!

I refused to venture into the house until he had promised me on pain of death that the spider had been vanquished. He assured me that he had placed it humanely outside in the garden. My sense of relief was palpable, the fear gradually began to recede and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Hey you really were scared weren't you? Jake said in surprise.

"Yes. I know its silly but I am frightened to death of them. My mum had the same phobia too and I think I inherited the trait." I pulled my dressing gown cord tighter around my waist, aware that I was hardly dressed in a respectable fashion.

"It's not silly. I'm sorry for teasing you – I thought you were exaggerating."

"Hey don't flatter yourself," I retorted crossly. "I'm not that desperate for attention!" 

I moved to step past him and he grabbed my arm. For a moment I was caught between the worktop and his body. We stared at each other, my heart thumping in sudden anticipation of something I wasn't sure I wanted.

"Had enough time yet?" he asked evenly, his blue eyes suddenly serious. 

"I... don't know." I admitted. I looked at the floor. If I looked into his eyes I knew I was lost. 

"Not all men are like that, you know." He smiled at me gently. "Don't tar us all with the same brush."

"Yeah I know that – I just have the knack of meeting the wrong men!" 

He moved closer and I suddenly found it hard to breath. I was acutely aware of my lack of clothing and his naked chest. The room felt unnaturally hot and my skin prickled with warm twinges of desire.

"Well don't assume I'm the wrong man," Jake whispered, his mouth millimetres away from mine. 

"Okay, I won't..." I replied softy, before his lips kissed me, erasing all sensible thoughts from my head. Paul was but a distant memory as Jake pulled me into the circle of his strong arms. 

I could feel the heat of his body pressing into me and my nipples hardened with sharp desire. It had been weeks since my last encounter with Paul and my body was crying out for attention. 

Almost unwillingly I slid my hands up Jake's chest, brushing over the silky hairs and exploring the sharply delineated musculature. He kissed me harder in response to my teasing touch of his small nipples. 

I could feel his erection pressing into my belly and I knew I had a very short interval in which to decide what the hell I was doing here. My head was frantically trying to call a halt in proceedings, but my body was saying, don't stop! 

Would it be so terrible to let nature take its course? I knew I wanted him and he clearly wanted me. But could I trust him? Would he hurt me like Paul had? I didn't know the answer to that. Only time would tell. All I did know was that I couldn't shy away from intimacy forever. Life without sex was no damn fun at all!

"Rach..." Jake broke away, his breathing slightly laboured. "Are you sure about this – I don't want to rush things." 

I gazed up at him through my fringe. "Shut up and kiss me again..." I demanded.

He growled and pulled me close, allowing me to feel the heat of his cock burning a hole through my nightdress. Our tongues duelled in a lusty sparring match as his hands swept up my body, brushing the sides of my small breasts.

My sex ached with unresolved tension. I could feel the juices seeping out as all the pent up passion of the last few weeks bubbled up within me. My hips rocked against him in a subconscious invitation; my body was firmly in favour of sexual gratification. 

Jake pulled himself away from me long enough to lift me up so that I perched upon the edge of the worktop. I parted my thighs licentiously and he stepped between them. Watching my reaction carefully, he parted my silky dressing gown and slipped it off my shoulders, allowing it to fall in a pool of silk.

I almost stopped breathing as the tension of the moment reached an unbearable level. Jake's eyes darkened to an enigmatic navy blue colour and I licked my lips nervously. He stroked a finger down my cheek and traced the line of my jaw. Slowly, teasingly, he drew a path down my neck and across my collar bone. 

His expression was inscrutable as he reached the edge of my nightdress. The lacy fabric barely covered my breasts and I leant towards him, desperate for him to touch me. My nipples were hard and I could feel them tingling as his fingers rested lightly on my feverish skin. 

Jake pushed first one thin strap off my shoulder, then the other, the silky fabric slipping down to my waist. I moaned, almost without realising it, as he reached to cup my now exposed breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over the puckered crests, eliciting a gasp from me. 

I reached to stroke his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples too. I was rewarded with a groan as I pinched the tiny nubs. The smile was wiped off my face when he bent to take my nipple in his mouth and sucked gently. My hands pulled his head close, the gentle sucking sensation making me want to scream out loud. 

He raised his head and reached up to kiss me again. I pulled him as close as I could, my bare breasts rubbing against the light hair on his chest. His hands gripped my waist and I could feel the strength of his erection straining through his thin tracksuit bottoms. 

"Rach," Jake said, pulling away to allow us to catch our breath. "I want you badly, but I need you to be sure about it. Shall I stay or go?"

I thought about it for a moment. I was about to have sex with another man. Was it the right thing to do? I didn't know if he would hurt me or not, but I did know I couldn't stop this now. I wanted him too much.

"Stay," I whispered softly. "That spider might return later..." I grinned to let him know I was joking and he smiled back.

"Did I mention the charge for removal of that spider?"

"No..." I giggled.

"Well let's go upstairs and discuss it further!"

He lifted me up and for a moment I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his neck. His hands supported my bottom and I could feel his fingers mere centimetres away from my aching pussy.

Reluctantly I dropped down and taking his hand, I led the way upstairs. I was beyond thinking about whether it was a good or bad idea. I didn't care anymore – I just wanted Jake to fuck me...

Jake sat on the bed in the light from the window. I stood before him and dropped my silky night dress to the floor. Naked and proud of my slim body, I allowed him to caress me with his eyes. He smiled in appreciation, reaching out to gently touch my breasts, before moving his fingers down towards my eager pussy.

I gasped sharply as he pulled me closer and dipped his hand between my legs. I was wetter than a river and I could feel the blood pulsing through my aroused sex. God I wanted this man. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. 

Slowly he stroked the slick folds of my pussy, flickering over my clit with a teasing touch. It wasn't hard enough to make me cum, but it increased the level of my arousal to near stratospheric levels. I moaned softly, wanting to feel him buried inside me, but he seemed in no rush to do that.

He leant forward and took one small nipple in his lips, pulling gently as he pushed two fingers deep inside me. The sensation was so intense I nearly fell over. I pushed myself onto his hand, trying to indicate that I needed him to rub my clit but he deliberately chose to ignore the hint. 

"What's up?" he asked laughingly as I muttered incoherently. 

"Stop teasing me!" I groaned. His fingers rubbed harder over my clit and I swooned in pleasure. "Ohhh... I'm gonna cum in a minute!" I gasped, the heat rising as my orgasm toppled on the edge of insanity.

I pushed against his hand, slow spikes of pleasure spreading outwards in a rush of ecstasy. My whole body went into meltdown and I closed my eyes, lost in the sweet tidal wave. I was vaguely aware of moaning, before belatedly realising it was me. 

I slowly came down from my high to find myself thrown onto the bed and Jake on top of me. He kissed me hard and I could feel his hard cock pressing urgently into the apex of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed against him, seeking closer contact. 

"I need to fuck you," he rasped into my neck. 

"Well get inside me then..." I muttered. He slid off me and went to undo the cord on the waist of his trousers. With a grin I stopped him and knelt astride him. "Here, let me!" I smiled saucily.

He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock joyfully sprang free from the confines of his trousers. It was lovely and thick, and my mouth watered in anticipation of feeling him inside my throbbing pussy. 

I bent down and licked the head. A small bead of moisture leaked out to replace the one I had scooped up with my tongue. I could see Jake watching me, his eyes hooded in lustful expectation. 

Taking his hard shaft in my hand, I bent and enveloped the head of his cock in my hot, wet mouth. He tasted delicious, a slight flavour of soap mixed with a male musky odour. I slurped my way up and down the thick length. I could hear his breathing growing ever more ragged and I reluctantly removed my mouth to slide back up his body.

It was incredible, I thought distantly. Paul seemed but a distant memory. I kept expecting to find something about Jake that didn't match up to Paul, but so far nothing had. I hovered over Jake, staring into his eyes and wondering if was going to be more than a one night stand. For some strange reason, I hoped that he would be. 

We kissed again, prolonging the moment and enjoying each others flavours until with one deft movement, Jake moved me onto my back and lay between my thighs. I could feel the tip of his cock nudging at my entrance and I was immediately desperate to feel him inside me.

Jake pushed my thigh upwards until my knee touched my chest. Slowly, teasingly he eased his way inside me, allowing me time to adjust to his thickness. The sensation of being filled up was exquisite. I felt deliciously stretched.

He pulled both my legs over his shoulders and began to move inside me. I watched the expressions of pleasure flit across his face as he gained momentum. His eyes were partially closed and I could feel my own orgasm growing like a tsunami within my feverish body. 

Sitting up slightly, he thrust into my willing body harder and faster. I looked down to where we joined and I could see the thick length of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. This was incredibly exciting to me and I reached down and rubbed my clit as I watched.

With a cry of pleasure, I came again, my pussy shuddering with orgasmic spasms of bliss. Jake groaned loudly as I gripped his cock hard in the throes of pleasure. He thrust hard and pulled out of me as he came, thick ropes of cum firing onto me belly and breasts. 




Torn



"I didn't know if it was safe..." he gasped, panting hard.

"It's okay, I'm still on the pill," I reassured him once I could finally speak again. I reached down to rub the sticky fluid into my skin. It felt delicious and warm and I smiled to myself.

Jake slipped down next to me, pulling me on to my side and into his embrace. We fitted together perfectly and I sighed happily. It was funny. I tried to pull a memory of Paul into my head, but I couldn't. It was rather like looking at an old sepia tinted photograph – fuzzy and indistinct. Suddenly it wasn't painful to think about him. The agony had finally been anaesthetised.

Jake had been the cure I needed. He proved that there really was life after a broken heart and I could be happy again. I shut my eyes and snuggled into Jake's warm body. In no time at all I fell into a contented sleep, all thoughts of Paul obliterated.

* * *

Mandy said nothing when she returned home with rather more luggage then she had left with only to find me and Jake cuddled up on the settee watching a DVD. She winked at me and disappeared upstairs to unpack. I knew damn well she had seen this coming even if I hadn't, but I was too happy to start interrogating her just yet. I figured the inquisition could wait until we were alone.

"Why do I get the feeling that you planned this?" I fixed her with a hard stare over the cornflakes as we sat the following morning in our kitchen. Jake had gone off early – he had a morning of surgery – and I was idling my time away before work. 

"No idea what you are talking about..." Mandy said innocently, shovelling a mouthful of cereal into her mouth. 

"Hmm... I don't believe you." And I didn't. But the fact was, I was feeling far happier than I had in ages so I wasn't about to complain too much. Mandy could be an interfering bitch at times, but I knew she had my best interests at heart. She was my friend and I loved her to bits, despite her meddling. 

Jake was the best thing that had happened to me in a while. He was not only gorgeous - he was also available and didn't come with any commitment issues. What more could I ask for? I didn't know; I just had a nagging suspicion that maybe things were too damn perfect.

As much as I enjoyed his company, I couldn't help but keep an emotional distance to a degree. The fear of being hurt again was too close to the surface. Jake seemed to sense this and he didn't try to push things onto a deeper level, for which I was grateful for.

We continued to see each other regularly, growing closer as time went on. I had heard nothing from Paul and gradually I thought about him less and less. The aching wound he had inflicted on me began to heal. Jake was good for me and even I could see this.


* * *

We sat in the cinema again, this time the film was my choice and I had elected to see a romantic comedy. The theatre was dark and relatively empty; the film had been out for a few weeks and it had already been eclipsed by the latest action block-buster. 

There was nobody sat nearby and I rested my hand lightly on Jake's thigh, watching the film but acutely aware of his warm flesh beneath the denim. I could feel the taut muscles of his leg, the tension in him. Teasingly I began to stroke him gently, slowly moving my hand higher and higher.

He shifted uncomfortably in the hard seat and I grinned to myself in the darkness – I knew I was having the desired effect. His cock hardened inside the confines of his jeans and checking nobody could see, I rubbed across the bulge. A sharp intake of breath indicated his reaction to my caress. 

The film was no longer holding my attention. I was beginning to imagine his cock fucking me and I could feel my pussy welling up in moist arousal. Jake raised his leg on to the seat in front, effectively hiding what I was doing from anyone sat further up the aisle. Not that anyone was taking a blind bit of notice – they were all engrossed in the film.

A hand slipped across and began to stroke my leg, slipping under the cross over of my dress. I moved to allow my thighs to part, wanting him to touch my aching pussy. Keeping my eyes firmly fixed forward, I continued to rub his cock through his jeans as he reached the top of my legs. 

A teasing finger brushed over the lace gusset of my knickers and I struggled not to make a sound. I wanted to cry out but I bit my lip instead. Jake looked sideways at me and could see him smiling mischievously. 

Just to wipe the smile of his face, I deftly unzipped his jeans and slid my hand inside, grasping his cock tightly. That did the trick – he hissed and briefly closed his eyes. Ha! I thought evilly. 

I jumped when a finger slid inside my hot channel and I squirmed on my seat, trying to avoid making any noise. I could feel Jake slowly moving his finger in and out of me, rubbing over my engorged clit. My arousal grew and the heat from my body swept upwards until my cheeks were pink. 

My nipples stuck out like little bullets through the cotton of my dress. I was desperate for them to have some attention, but I didn't dare touch my breasts in case someone noticed. At least nobody could see Jake's hand between my legs. 

I continued to rub his cock half-heartedly, but my attention was firmly fixed on that button of desire between my thighs. Jake's fingers slid across, lubricated by my copious juices, the pressure within me growing fast. I knew I was going to cum any second and I tensed up, concentrating on the pleasure he was giving me.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my whole body rippling with waves of euphoria. I almost forgot to breathe until I felt light headed and belatedly sucked in a lung full of air again. Gradually the sensations faded away and I tuned back in to the cinema once more. 

Jake carefully removed his hand from between my thighs and licked his fingers with a slow smile. I knew his cock was rock hard – my hand was still firmly gripping it - but there was no way I could do much about it. He turned to face me and whispered in my ear,

"We are going straight home after the film – I'm about ready to explode!"

I sniggered and pulled him close for a kiss. The film had to be nearly over; besides I wasn't interested in the plot any longer. I just wanted to fuck Jake - sooner rather than later hopefully.

As soon as the closing credits began to roll, we both jumped up and shot down the aisle. Jake had his arm round me as we walked though the foyer, grinning like idiots from the fun we had just had.

I nearly didn't notice Paul. He was stood by the concessions stand, a large tub of popcorn in his hand and a teenage girl standing next to him. For a moment my heart stopped and my blood ran cold. 

The next few seconds ran in slow motion, like an old film reel. He turned to say something to the girl, who I guessed was his daughter from the physical resemblance. As he spoke to her, he saw me. We both looked at each other and I could see the shock in his face when he realised I was with another man.

The moment passed and within a heart beat, Jake and I were outside. I suddenly realised I was shaking slightly. The emotional impact of seeing Paul again was acute. Up until that moment, I had thought he was out of my head forever. Now I was not so sure.

I was silent all the way home and I could feel Jake looking at me curiously from time to time. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was wondering what on earth was wrong with me. I wanted to tell him, but the moment passed and I kept quiet. 

I walked in my front door and Jake followed me silently. Mandy had gone out on a date and she wasn't home yet, so the house was deathly quiet. 

"What's wrong?" he said as soon as the door closed. 

"Nothing," I lied. "I've just got a headache all of a sudden." I looked at the floor and I knew damn well he didn't believe me. God what a bitch I was. 

"Okay, well do you want me to go home tonight?" he said quietly.

"Might be best," I replied. "I think I'm going to take a Nurofen and just get some sleep." I felt terrible for lying to him, but I needed some time and space to think. I just couldn't handle being with Jake when Paul was in my head again. I knew I was pushing him away, but I was powerless to stop myself.

"Okay babe," he said softly. He gave me a hug and a quick kiss; then he was gone. The door swished shut and I was left with only my thoughts for company. At that moment I hated myself. I cursed my weakness for allowing the man who had hurt me so badly to mess up my life all over again. 

The bed was cold when I climbed under the duvet. I wanted to sleep, but it eluded me. I lay there in the dark wondering what the hell I was going to do, when my phone blipped. 

I opened it to see who was texting me, although a part of me already knew. It was Paul. 

How are you? How the hell did he think I was? 

Fine I replied.

You met someone else? 

Yes thanks.

Heather & I split. I miss you.

That threw me. I lay there, my heart thudding in my chest, wondering how that had happened. It was all I had dreamed about before, but now things were different and I didn't know what I wanted. Paul was free to be with me – but did I still want him?

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to see him one last time. I just had to see if he still meant as much to me. I needed closure on our relationship. I could never be true to Jake, unless I buried my feelings for Paul once and for all. 

I texted back, Can we meet?

Yes I want to see you

Okay, tomorrow night, usual pub, 7pm. 

There was a pub we had always met at – it was fairly convenient for both of us, but not close enough to where he lived for anyone to see us. Not that it mattered any more if what he said was true.

See you there. Xx I didn't reply to that.

I switched my phone off. The sound of the front door opening indicated that Mandy was back. I silently listened to her making noises in the kitchen before she came upstairs. Eventually she went to bed and the house fell quiet again. I curled up on my side and thought about Paul and Jake. I had to choose – but which one was right for me?

* * *

Paul was already there when I arrived. He was sat in his car, smoking a cigarette. It was one of the things I had hated about him and despite his endless promises that he was trying to give up the horrible habit, he never had. 

I thought about this as I stepped out of my car. I hadn't even been worth the effort to do that had I? He smiled at me hopefully as we walked across the car-park towards each other. He reached me and took me in his arms, hugging me closely.

A big part of me remained detached. I wanted things to be as they had been, but they weren't. It was sad – he had hurt me so much and some of the love I had felt for him had died. It could never be brought back again. But we still needed to talk.

The pub was busy but we found a table in the corner and sat down with our drinks. I looked at Paul carefully, examining him in great detail, trying to decide once and for all whether I was still in love with him.

He looked the same. The last couple of months had possibly added a few more grey hairs, but that was all. He certainly seemed happier. He also seemed confident that I was just going to fall back into my previous role despite everything that had happened. 


He didn't ask me about Jake other than how long I had been seeing him. He didn't seem too interested in what I had been through in the interim. Mostly he talked about himself and what HE had been through.

It turned out that Heather had finally had enough and thrown him out. The spilt wasn't his choice – it was hers. This put a whole different perspective on things and I thought about it as I sipped my orange juice while listening to him prattle on.

It meant that he was here not because he had made the choice to be, but because he had been forced to leave. I was still second choice as I always had been. Nothing had really changed at all. Surely I was worth more than that? 

Paul paused in his monologue, belatedly noticing that I was not listening. "Rach?" he asked, a shadow of doubt crossing his face.

"Paul," I said quietly. "I'm really sorry - but this is not going to work. You don't really want me – you never did. I was only ever second best and I have had enough."

He began to speak, "But Rach, that's not how it is-"

I interrupted, "I know how it is Paul! She's thrown you out and you don't want to be alone! So you thought about it and realised, no, Rach will be there for me. She'll take care of my every need until someone better comes along." I laughed bitterly and he looked at me in surprise.

"But I love you, Rach," he said, staring down at the chipped wooden table.

I sighed heavily. "Paul, if you had said those words to me a few months ago, I would have loved you forever. But now...it's too late for us. You hurt me too badly and I can't ever forgive you for that. I'm sorry. Take care Paul and be happy." 

I stood up shakily and grabbed my purse. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes and I didn't want to embarrass myself in the pub. I kissed him gently on the cheek and walked away without a backwards glance. A couple of people sitting nearby looked at me curiously, but I stared straight ahead and ignored their glances.

Paul had looked shell-shocked at my unexpected outburst. He had never expected our conversation to go that way. In all honesty, neither had I. But seeing him again had made my mind up once and for all. Paul was my past. We had some good times together, but I needed to move on and so did he. We weren't right for each other. If he had loved me enough, he would have chosen to be with me long ago. And he didn't. He waited until the choice was made for him and that simply wasn't good enough for me.

I stepped outside the pub, feeling the air on my wet cheeks. I was sad for everything that could have been – and wasn't to be. It hurt me to finally end it, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Ultimately he had given me no choice. 

Now all I could do was hope that Jake was willing to forgive me. He had rung me this morning to say he was away for the next couple of days. He had seemed rather vague about where he was going and I didn't question him too closely. At that point all I could think about was my upcoming meeting with Paul.

He had said he would be back on Sunday night and I just had to wait until then. I needed to explain what had happened. I just hoped that he was willing to listen. 

"You did the right thing," Mandy reassured me when I walked into the kitchen and promptly burst into tears. "He was never good enough for you," she said emphatically. 

She hugged me tightly and I sniffed a little. "I know he wasn't - but it still hurts!"

We parted and I wiped my eyes firmly. I had to move on now and I was determined to do the right thing. "God I'm so stupid..." I commented, mostly to myself as Mandy began to wash the dishes. 

"Do you really want me to answer that?" she quipped, her brown eyes sparkling in amusement. 

"Oh fuck off!" I began to laugh, the tension of the evening gradually dispelling like steam from the kettle. 

"Do you think Jake will forgive me? I asked suddenly. 

Mandy knew what had happened; I had told her the next day. I had needed someone to confide in or my head would have exploded. 

"You'll just have to wait and see," she replied, rubbing a pan vigorously in an attempt to remove the three days old Bolognese sauce stuck to it. "If it's meant to be, it will work out," she continued philosophically. 

I supposed she was right; I would just have to play with waiting game. It wasn't easy. 

* * *

The weekend passed interminably. I struggled to keep my mind on anything and not even housework could distract me from my woes. What made it worse was the fact Jake only texted me once on that Saturday night. Just a 'hello, hope you're okay' text. I replied but he didn't text again. I had to admit, I was beginning to panic. 

But I knew damn well it would be my own fault if I had blown it. He had done nothing wrong and I had pushed him away. If he decided I was too much like hard work, then I just had to live with it. Naturally this happy thought did nothing to make me feel better.

When I heard the sound of his jeep pulling up outside on Sunday evening, my heart nearly fell through the floor. I jumped up almost knocking my cup of tea over. Mandy looked at me in amusement from her arm chair, 

"Need to go somewhere?" she asked innocently. 

"Jake's home." I said, my nerves jangling and adrenaline coursing through my veins. 

"Well go and see him then!" she said patiently, as if she was talking to a four year old. 

I didn't reply; I was too busy dashing out of the door, my blonde hair flying out behind me, still damp and curling from the shower. 

I knocked at his front door, feeling sick with nerves. Oh god, what if he told me to fuck off? What if he slammed the door in my face? I thought I was going to throw up by the time he opened it. 

"Hi," Jake said impassively. 

"Hi," I replied. I fidgeted and looked at the floor, wondering what to say that could possibly make up for the way I had behaved.

"Do you want to come in?" There was a small trace of amusement in his voice and he stepped aside to let me pass.

We walked into his lounge and I turned abruptly, the words falling over themselves as the rushed out of my mouth,

"Jake, I'm so sorry about the other night. It wasn't you, it was me. I saw Paul at the cinema and it really knocked me for six. I was so confused about everything and I needed some time to think. But now I know - I don't want him, I want you..." 

"I know." He stood with his arms crossed and I stared at him in disbelief.

"How do you know?" 

Then the penny dropped – Mandy had told him. 

"I didn't want to influence your decision in any way. The choice had to be yours. I want you, but only if you feel the same way. I don't want to be second best, Rachel. I went away to give you the time and space to decide what you wanted. I hoped it would be me, but I didn't know for sure it would be"

The relief washed over me like a warm tropical wave. I had made the right choice and I knew it. I rushed over to him and threw my arms around his neck, feeling him hold me tightly. 

"I'm so sorry for everything..." I whispered, staring into his hypnotic blue eyes. 

"Hey it's okay!" he smiled. "We both know what we want now, so everything is going to be fine." He kissed me gently, tasting my mouth and reaching down to pull my bottom against him.

"I won't treat you like he did, so can you trust me now?" He pulled back a little and looked at me seriously. 

"Yes," I replied simply. I knew he was nothing like Paul; Jake was the real deal and I was lucky to find him. 

"Good!" We kissed again and I could feel the familiar flames of passion heating up within me. I pressed myself closer to him and sucked his tongue into my mouth, enjoying the way he ground his growing erection into my belly.

"There is one thing I don't forgive you for however..." 

I pulled back in alarm. What had I done?

"You left me high and dry the other night... I do believe you owe me one!" He grinned at me and I remembered the cinema...

"Oh yeah!" I smiled sheepishly. "What would you like me to do about it?" I winked and reached down to grasp his cock. 

"Anything you like..." he chuckled and we fell backwards onto the settee in a tangle of limbs. 

I had never been happier. I couldn't predict the future, but I knew that Jake was a good man and he would never hurt me intentionally. That was good enough for now – the rest could take care of itself. 

Mandy, however, was still going to feel the sharp edge of my tongue when I returned home. She had let me suffer all weekend and had said nothing about talking to Jake! Right now though, I had far more important things on my mind, so she could wait a while...



Torn Anus



Last night, after months of no sex at all, I met a guy at a friend's place. He's maybe 20 years older than me - wow - but instant attraction. Big tall man, fleshy but powerful. Confident and good looking in a distinguished 50ish way. 

We went to a quiet club, a couple of drinks, sitting close, talking and finding much in common - then back to his place. We kissed in the car and I felt a thrill at his heavy maleness – smells, taste, presence. I could feel a really strong physical pull and could tell by looking at his eyes that he felt it too. 

As we walked to the house he ran his hand over my butt, squeezing each cheek. He did it again and I paused in a dark shadow and tilted forward. He felt me up appreciatively then landed two hefty smacks, making me gasp and wet myself. 

Once inside I had to go to the loo. As I was sitting there pissing he pushed the door open. He was naked, grinning, stroking a nice sized cock, squeezing the foreskin back and forth over its bulbous purple head. I got a real sexual rush, anticipating sex. We smiled at each other and I unbuttoned my blouse and freed my boobies, massaging my hard nubs as he massaged his cock. 

When I finished pissing I sat there rubbing my puss until he walked over and slotted that semi-hard prick between my lips. He tasted of raw sex – from the salty slipperiness around his knob to the sweaty cheesy taste under his foreskin. I was getting into blowing him, enjoying a nice fat tasty cock after a long (for me!) abstinence. He was getting nice and hard as my lips slid up and down his length and I was getting off on the musky odour of his grey pubic bush. 

Then he eased back and pulled away. 'Show me that beautiful arse', he said, eyes hooded, again stroking his glistening cock. As I stripped off, I wondered if he was one of those guys who gets off by wanking as a gal parades about naked. I've met a couple of those before and it's not much fun for the gal. But I needn't have worried. 

I leant over, bracing my hands on the bath tub and he caressed my cheeks then ran his hand between them and gently rubbed my tight dry pucker. I looked back at him, my eyes hooded now like his, breathing through my mouth. An understanding passed between us. He opened the vanity drawer and took out a tube of KY and a condom. 

Once his cock was sheathed and greased, he applied a little gel round my anus. 'You want a couple of fingers first?' I shook my head no and without any more preliminaries he stepped behind and pushed his fat cock head against my little bullseye. I was expecting it to go in OK, but it didn't - it was certainly a bigger cock (the head anyway) than I've had for a long time and, for sure, it has been months since my pooper was plundered - and he had to push and shove and work it to get through my ring. 

I was gasping and squealing a little as he stretched my sphincter, the pain a little sharp, and I thought that once he got that fat head inside he'd pause so I could get used to it. But no - he held my hips steady and rammed all the way in! It took me by surprise and I squealed again. He fucked me hard like that for a while then I lay on the bathmat and a couple of towels, pulled my legs up high and he did me that way for ever so long, sucking my tits and driving me backwards along the floor until I was squashed in the corner, his big cock ramming so far up me I was having trouble breathing. 

But god I was hot! He was sweating, red in the face, eyes bulging as he thudded his thighs against mine. With a few enormous thrusts he came, his full weight pinning me down as he bucked his hips. Still panting he pressed his open mouth over mine, our tongues and saliva mixing, then pulled back, his cock slithering out of my ravaged arse, resting on his haunches, the shit stained condom covering his wilting cock half full of semen. 

'You ready to cum too?' he asked. He then lay on his back and I straddled his face. I was so charged that it only took a minute or two of his lips on my clit and tongue on my puss to bring me off. 

He called me this evening and told me it was the best sex he's ever had (nice, even if he was exaggerating), and he was looking forward to fucking my tight bubble butt again real soon. I told him it was good for me too but that he'd tore my anus a little and much as I'd like to do it again we'll have to wait a couple of weeks. 

However we agreed that there are other things we can do in the meantime and he's coming over the night after tomorrow...



Torn Asunder



Patricia51 wrote a very deep moving story entitled TORN, some weeks ago Chagrined posted his take on what could have happened next. This is my version of what could have happened. This is not about sex so all of you anonymous macho men who tried to put down Chagrined's story of what could happen can save yourself the trouble of reading this. That also goes for you humanists who think that man is the center of the universe. Pat thanks for the inspiration, Isaac thanks for the patience. X_Bishop

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Jim slowly gets out of his truck and approaches his house. His eyes scan the windows as he notices how quiet it is.

Damn it's been a long day. Normally a day like today would have been perfect for taking the afternoon off and going home for some afternoon delight with Erica. Unfortunately things haven't been normal the past few months. Something's wrong with her. Lately she's been withdrawn, hesitant to be close to me. I've asked time and again what's wrong, but she always says it's nothing and walks off, keeping her own counsel. I'm trying to be understanding, but there are times when I just want to scream at her to let it out so we can deal with it. After all, she is the love of my life. From age 17 through 4 years of dating, the kids and 15 years of marriage she's been my best friend and lover. We've watched our friends marry and divorce, marry again and divorce again, but through it all we've held onto each other. Through the ebbs and flows of life we've hung on and come through. At least that's the way it's been until the last 5 or 6 months. 

Whoa, the house is quiet, too quiet. Obviously the kids aren't home. I can almost feel the tension ready to pounce like a jungle cat. There she is. Oh, man, that big cat just became a hippo. I haven't seen that look since her father passed away. 

I want to hold her but she puts her hand on my chest to keep me at bay. This must really be serious judging from the deep breath she just took. I can feel her body shivering through her hand. What's this paper she's holding in her other hand? What's going on? I reach for it, but she pulls her arm away. Ok stop reaching, and use my other hand to gently lift her chin so I can look into her eyes. 

She can't even look me in the eye? What's going on here? I don't understand. She's been crying! Judging from the way her eye's are swollen she's been crying for quite some time. Sigh! Even upset, she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her shaking is getting worse. Now that makes me afraid.

"Erica? What is it? What's the matter?" 

I reach for her again but she deflects my hands while backing away.

"(GASP) I'm sorry Jim. (GASP) I'm so sorry."

She turns and runs out the back door as she starts crying. My instincts say I should go after her, but then I see the crumpled paper on the floor in front of me. Some small voice in my head tells me that I need to take a look at this paper. She's taught me over the years to pay attention to that small voice. I note my name at the top. In confusion and concern, I unfold it and start to read. 

What the hell is this, some kind of joke? Gay? GAY!? Something is definitely wrong here. GAY? Where the hell did this come from? She can't be gay. She's my wife, for Christ's sake! She's gorgeous and sexy, hell we made love just ... she sucked my cock not two days ago. Who's been filling her head with this gay bullshit? I know somethings been bothering her, but GAY? Oh hell no....

She thinks she is? There's no 'think' you're gay, you either choose to be or you choose not to. I could see bisexual, but not a total freakin lesbian.

There has to be reason. You don't, after 15 years of marriage, just decide you're gonna be a dyke. Unless – she's been in the closet all this time? No, no, no we've had too many wild and crazy times, too much wild and crazy sex, for me to believe that. Hell, this ain't New Jersey. But -- what if she HAS been in the closet? Afraid to tell even me? I mean if that's the case, it means she's been lying to me the whole time we've been together! No that can't be it. Come on, Jim, you gotta get a grip here. There must have been something you did or didn't do to cause all this. W-We'll fix this. Yeah we – we'll sit down and we'll work this out. I'm not married to a lesbian; she's just mad or confused. 

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I couldn't do it. I couldn't bear to look in his eyes. I—oh no. Oh god NO! I dropped it. I've got to go back and – NOOO! It's too late. He's reading it. I can't bear to see his face. I can imagine the confusion and turmoil he's in. He's probably trying to rationalize it thinking this is just a phase or I'm confused and not thinking straight. My god, even now I still doubt my own sanity. I'm so sorry my love. You don't deserve this kind of pain. 

I've got to go back in. I've got to face him. I don't know what I can do to salvage this, but I've got to try.

Erica comes back in the house and finds her husband sitting at the dining room table, staring straight ahead.

He's so still. Oh, my darling, I'm so sorry. I wish I could take this all away. I wish things could be the way they were. I still love you. If I could just hold you and you hold me. 

Tentatively she reaches and barely touches his shoulder. She sees his hands ball up into fists as he leans forward, away from her hand.

"Don't touch me!"

"Jim, baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry but –"

"Sorry? For fifteen years I've given my all to you, Erica - my heart and my soul - and this is how you return my love? 'Sorry Jim but I no longer want you, I'm a dyke?'"

"Jim – I know this is a shock, it's tearing me up inside, but I couldn't keep going on like this. I love you more than you'll ever know, but I couldn't keep up the pretense any longer. It's driving me crazy, and it's tearing us apart."

"NO! It's not tearing us apart, YOU are!"

"Jim, I..."

"I can fix a broken window. I can fix a busted pipe. I can even fix minor stuff on the car. But how can I fix this? How am I suppose to respond when my wife and the mother of my children tells me that she's decided to become a damn lesbian. That she doesn't want me any more, that she wants another woman, that my 'loving' touch is repulsive to her. What am I suppose to do, move into the basement so you can have your lover in our bedroom? O-Or better yet I'll go out and get two twin beds so you can be near me but not have to worry about me touching you. Sure, we'll just become the Rob and Laura Petrie of 2005. I never could understand how they had Richie when they always slept in separate beds."

"Jim my darling I'm so sorry, but I didn't ask for this. It just happened."

"No, it didn't just happen. You allowed it to happen."

"No! I didn't allow it."

"Oh no? Well, as my friend Mac would say, let me break this down to you."

She looks so shaken and broken up. Well join the club, love.

"You remember Samantha and Justin. At first happily married, then all hell broke loose and Samantha started running around with that crook? They got divorced, and even though they are in the reconciliation stage now, it was a mystery to everyone as to why Samantha did what she did. Well, recently I talked to Justin and I asked him. Do you know what he told me?

"He told me that Samantha became obsessed with a dream that she had always had. The public spectacle she made of herself was after the fact. What caused the divorce was her following through on the fantasy that she had. Even though she knew it was no good, she wouldn't put it down. She became addicted to it. Her going after that fantasy was what caused the divorce. The circumstances here aren't exactly the same but the similarities can't be denied. 

"You say this thing started about a year ago. How did it start? My bet is that it started with just a funny little thought. Maybe no more than, say, you craving a second piece of pie. You would deny that craving because you want to keep your figure. You know that if you don't deny it, you'll eventually start eating whatever appeals to you whenever it hits you. Next thing you know you'll be wondering why your clothes don't fit. The process here is the same. You thought that first thought and probably chuckled and didn't pay it any attention. Then it came back, and you didn't deal with it again. Each time it became easier to think about it. Then you started making up little excuses for it. It kept coming back and each time you didn't say no to it, the more power you unknowingly gave it. Till finally it was a full blown temptation strong and bold enough to hit you full in the face. Now you're shocked and you try to reason your way around it. It doesn't go away though; it continues on, till it consumes you. It's all here in your letter you've become obsessed with it. 

"So, then you found help in not walking away. All the TV, radio and gossip messages that gay-rights people shove down our throats: things like "If you've ever had a gay thought then you're gay." Or maybe you listened to some other confused silly person on Rikki Lake or Maury or, heaven help us, Jerry Springer. Hell, you may even have listened to those faggots on the street corner when they'd say "I always knew I was attracted to men." Like they came out of their mother's womb attracted to the male doctor or nurse. They try to make lifestyle into life itself but it's a lie. You don't choose life, you do choose a lifestyle. You either follow or don't follow each option you come across. 

"Look out this window. See those teenagers across the street - that group of all boys? There's a black kid, 2 white kids and an asian. If I ask you to identify the asian or the black can you do that? Sure that's simple. You don't even have to be up close to do it. That's LIFE! Tell me which one is gay? Should be easy to identify if they been gay since birth. Can't tell me huh? You don't know if they're all hetero or all homo or all bi. You wouldn't know that unless you observed and listened to them, interacted with them. That's when you would discover their choice of lifestyle. 

"You had a choice to make Erica but you either chose wrong or not at all. Each time you chose NOT to squash the fantasy, the desire came back stronger. You chose to walk this path. You chose it, even though you knew it would be trouble. Now it's become an addiction to you, and you have drawn me and the kids into the middle of it."

I knew this would be bad, but I didn't expect this. He's bouncing between anger and grief, and they're feeding on each other. Oh god, what have I done?

"Jim, please ... you know I love only you. No matter what you may think, I can't help the way I feel. Maybe I have a repressed gay gene, I don't know. But I know that, no matter what, I love you and I want to keep us together. That's why I wrote the letter - to get it out and let us talk about it."

"About what, Erica? We talk about what? That you love me? Did you really think I'd even come close to your sarcastic remark in the letter: 'Just come home to me whenever you happen to come this way?' You say you're bitter? Hell, I'm the one that's getting hurt."

"Don't you think it hurts me to have to admit this to you? I'm dying inside! I'm watching the heart of the man I love break, and I'm the cause of it! I'm telling you so we can somehow work this out."

"Yeah, I read that in the letter. How you want it to work out, 'I want it all somehow. I want what we've had for so many years, and I want fulfillment of the desires I have now.' Well, you can't have it both ways. Don't you see? You've already shut me out. You're absolutely right; I noticed the change in our sex life. How am I suppose to feel when you tell me that making love to ME repulses you, that you have to imagine it's some dyke with a strap-on just to get off? My god, I used to joke with the guys that if a woman wanted a strap on cock, she really wanted the real thing. Then you confuse yourself and me because you wonder how you can pull away from me and still love to suck my cock. After reading this, I have to ask what are you really thinking as you do that, Erica? Are you imagining yourself as some submissive lesbian slut, sucking that same rubber cock you imagined yourself getting off on when we make love? Scratch that; there's no love there. You've reduced me to just a fuck. You've turned me into a glorified male whore."

"That's not fair and it's not true! I love you and what we have! I'm trying to save that. I'm trying to save us! Don't you understand I still love you! I love being with you. I don't want us to end. I want us to remain a family."

I've got to get a grip. She's right about one thing. She is trying to find some answers, but she doesn't understand that there's more to her questions than she wants to admit. If she has her so-called cake and eats it too, what's left for me? She's been my heart and soul for more than 15 years and now she wants me to just accept half of a relationship. When we married I didn't say, "I take the left half of you Erica" or "I take you only on the odd numbered days." I made an all or nothing commitment. I don't know if I can survive on half a marriage.

"Jim I may not want to you sexually, but sex isn't everything in a relationship. I still love being with you."

"Yeeeess, I read that part of the letter too. My touch still fills you with warmth. Don't you see, soon your obsession will affect that as well? Soon, even that won't have a special meaning. Without that special intimacy, the next coffee on the porch on a Sunday morning could reduce me to being just a close friend, or maybe even a puppy. It still is a nice beautiful moment but it's lost that special magic that comes from sharing it inside a whole and complete relationship. You want to hold hands, but you don't want to hold me. You want me near because you're used to me, you're comfortable with me. We've built a lifestyle - a series of choices - that you like. Comfort is a part of a relationship but, like sex, it's just that - a part. Don't you understand that a relationship works both ways? You want me to somehow be accommodating of your new lifestyle choice so you can remain comfortable, but how can I be comfortable knowing that I've been demoted from being your lover and companion to little more than a play brother. There are plenty of woman that I can hold hands with, but you are the only one I love. That means something more, and it deserves something more. 

"You say you haven't betrayed our vows but you're wrong. You've let something come between us. It showed itself at the party with Dee Archer. In your own words you threw yourself at Dee. What would you have done if she had accepted and made you the catch–of-the-night? You admit you drank too much so you could make your move. Now you try to act like there was no harm no foul because she didn't accept you, but that's a lie. There was a transgression. You didn't stop yourself, she did! She was the one that had the respect for our marriage. When you decided you were going to make your move, that's when you broke your vows. That's when you betrayed me."

"No."

"Oh yeah, Erica, you betrayed me. It was in you to cheat on me that night. I know because if you caught me throwing myself at another woman, booze or no booze, successful or not, we'd still be fighting about it."

But it didn't happen! I haven't been with Dee or anyone. How can I make him understand that my love for him is a different and separate thing? It's something that I treasure and need. I don't want to lose it.

"Jim I do love you. I don't want anyone else, and I don't want to lose you."

"According to your letter what you mean to say is you don't want sexual relations with a man, including me. Erica, suppose I give you permission for a one-time tryst with Dee? What if you found that it was everything you've been dreaming about? Where does that leave me? I know you. If it's everything you've dreamed of, you'll never give it up. How am I supposed to survive on half a relationship? Let's take it one step farther. What if you fall in love with Dee or whoever you choose to be with? How are you going to explain it to the kids? How are you going to tell them that you kicked their father out of your heart and replaced him with a woman?"

"(Sob) I don't know, Jim. I only know that we can't keep on like this, it will tear us apart."

"WILL tear us apart? That's my heart you've just shredded and tossed on the table; my life you've just thrown into the pit."

"Jim, I would do anything to spare you this? I love you and only you. I don't want to hurt you; there must be some way to work through this."

"Just how do you propose we work through this? From where I'm standing, I only see 2 choices:





Torn Asunder



Do I dare say it? I've never wanted anyone but her, but if she no longer wants me ...

The seconds seem like hours as they stand there in silence, each struggling with the demon in their own way. Finally Jim's shoulders sag. His whole posture seems to slump. Her heart breaks as she watches him take a deep breath to prepare for his next words.

"Go."

"What?"

"Go! Find Dee Archer or whoever you desire. Just don't bring it home to my house or in front of our children."

"Jim I ... I... What about us?"

"There's not much 'us' if you don't desire me. I'll move into the guest bedroom."

"No! That's not what I want. I want you; I want us. I don't want to lose you."

"Erica, I'm giving you what you want in the only way I know how. Do you really think I could sleep in the same bed with you, knowing what I know now? Knowing that you don't want me the way I want you? Knowing that my touch, a touch that used to inspire and enflame your passion, now gives you a chill? Today you turned my whole world upside down. If not for the kids, I'd pack my clothes and leave so you could get on with chasing your new desires. Fifteen years ago I put that ring on your finger and pledged my love to you till death do us part. Well, I've just been taught there are many ways to die, and there truly are fates worse than death. Long before we got married you were my heart, my treasure. I never would have thought that I'd lose that treasure, but because I love you completely I'll make the sacrifice out of that love and let you go."

"Let me go? Jim, please don't say that! I still love you. I need you. I'm sorry things are the way they are, but please don't just walk away?"

"I'm not 'just walking away.' I've been shut out. Maybe a year from now you'll change again. I just hope there is something left if you do."

"Jim, what are you saying?"

"The only desire I've had for more than 15 years has been for you. Even now I want to hold you and kiss you and show you just how strong and deep my love is. But I can't do that when you tell me it will disgust you, and I don't know what a year of not holding you and not kissing you and not showing you will do to that love." 

"Don't you understand? I still love you! It's just as strong as it ever was. I don't want to lose you! I don't want you to leave!"

"It's you who don't understand Erica. You don't want me to leave, but you don't want to be with me either. I married a whole woman, a whole love. I can't live on half a love. I'm not the type of guy that can live an alternate lifestyle or an open marriage. You know that. I can't just go on living with you like you're just a friend or acquaintance, not with all you mean to me. I can't suddenly accept a handshake in place of a kiss. I'm choosing to give you your space so you can have your hearts desire. I'm choosing to try to hold the family together in the face of your obsession. Now I really need time and space to get my head back on straight, to put the pieces of my heart back together. Excuse me, I've got to go start moving."

Jim turns and walks toward the bedroom. Erica stares after him, as the tears roll down her face. She feels like she's been kicked in the stomach. She sits down at the kitchen table and buries her face in her hands.

He was crying! I haven't seen him cry since our last child was born. During all our time together I've seen him fail at many things, but until today I've never seen his head bowed in defeat. Oh, Jim, my darling. What have I done? What have I become? Have I destroyed the one person that means the world to me? I knew it would hurt him, devastate him even; but I never counted on how it would devastate me. I may not want to make love to him, but I still love him. I feel like I've abandoned him. I need him. I need our family whole. I'll make it up to you somehow. I'm so so sorry.  



Torn Between Two Brothers



I am sure that you have heard the story before, but I am in love with two very different men. Some of you, will not find it strange to know that one of them is a werewolf and the other is a vampire. What makes my story different is that they started life as identical twin brothers. Welcome to every gay mans fantasy, and my worst nightmare.

Jason and I had been lovers for almost three years when it happened. He became a werewolf after being nearly killed by the "pet" of the vampire that that turned his brother. Since his change, he has been afraid to even touch me. He is keeps imagining himself shifting during sex, and tearing me to pieces, or worst yet... eating me. He says he still loves me, he just cannot fuck me.

Kyle on the other hand, never really liked me very much. He blamed me for his brothers' homosexuality.. After he rose from the dead as a vampire, no one but Jason wanted anything to do with him. Kyle and I started having to see quite a bit of each other at that point. Kyle never said so verbally, but it became obvious that my relationship with Jason began to bother him less and less. I do not think I could tell you exactly when it happened, but Kyle and I became more that just friends. I can however tell you that it was on the night of my 25th birthday that Kyle the "straight guy" seduced me.

Jason had called and asked me to stop by Kyle's. He said he had to work later then expected, and that he had promised to pick Kyle up so that he could join us for my birthday dinner. I knew about the surprise party he was planning, so I went along and said I would do it. Kyle has a beautiful apartment with a spectacular view of Central Park. It cost a pretty penny, but he bought it with the money from his own life insurance policy. The insurance companies had not been able to get legislation regarding the "undead" into the books yet, and since he was legally dead his family got the money. As I said before, with the exception of Jason no one in the family wanted anything to do with Kyle now that he was a vampire. That included profiting from his "death". They gave him the money and sent him away. The apartment was his attempt as appearing "normal", but that is a little hard to pull off when everyone knew he had to sleep in a coffin in the buildings basement. One nice this about it was that when things got tough between Jason, and me I had a quiet place to crash for a while.

I got to the building just a few minutes after sunset. Kyle and I reached his apartment door at the same time. He invited me in and excused himself to the bedroom. I knew that Kyle had to take a hot shower first thing after rising each evening. The smell of death still sickened him. He began to undress as he walked across the apartment. Once inside the bedroom, he tells me to fix us each a drink and to join him in the bathroom. Although I know that alcohol no longer has any effect on him, I know that Kyle loves a dry martini. I fix one for each of us and head for the bathroom. I had a moments pause outside the door, to think to myself that this would be the first time I had seen Kyle naked. Of course I have seen Jason and they are twins, but this would still be different. I made me nervous and excited at the same time. It had been months since Jason and I had last been intimate.

I enter the bathroom and can see him through the glass walls of the shower door. My first thought was that it was the same body I had slept next to and made love to hundreds of times, but as I watched the water hit him in the chest and cascade down to his toes I begin to see the subtle differences that have begun to manifest themselves. Kyle's nipples have always been slightly larger than Jason's , but I had never seen Jason's form the tight hard points that Kyle's were right now. I don't know if it is because they are being kissed by the scalding water, but that is what I assume. Since becoming a werewolf Jason's chest hair had thickened noticeably, however, Kyle's remained sparse until it got down to his goody trail. Those hairs are now lying flat on his stomach as the water coursed through them on its way to his cock and balls. The water dripping from its head is just dying for someone to lick it off. The other difference is in their basic musculature. Jason has begun to workout a lot, but the fact that Kyle can now pick-up and through a small car, has not seemed to increase his muscle bulk. 

Kyle takes the soap from the dish and begins to lather him self. He works the bar around his nipples, making them impossibly even harder then before. He then moves it over the rest of his chest and down his stomach. Next comes his cock and balls. He gives this part of himself the most attention, working the lather so thick that it took me a moment to realize the he was getting hard there too. He turns his back to me, and as he applies the soap to his ass he drops it. He uses this opportunity to bend over and spread his ass cheeks, exposing his anus for my inspection. A soapy finger disappears inside and begins to slide in and out. It's so muffled by coming from inside the shower stall, bit I would swear I can hear a low moan escape his throat.

He stands up and turns back to look me in the eyes. After holding my gaze for a moment, he looks down and sees that I also have begun to get hard. He looks back up and smiles. The shower door opens and he reaches out a hand toward me.

"Join me."

I moved toward the shower and started to remove my shirt, when I suddenly remembered that this was not Jason standing in front of me.

"No." I say, with very little conviction, as my lust almost forces me into the shower fully clothed.

"JOIN ME." He says, this time using one of his vampiric powers to hypnotize me with his voice and gaze.

Knowing that it was use less to resist, and not really wanting to anyway, I take off the rest of my clothes and join him in the shower. "OOWW", I scream as the hot water hits my legs. I through myself against him to void being burned any further.

"Sorry, let me get that," He moves around me to adjust the water temperature.

Doing so, his erection brushes against my thigh. It was enough to send me to my knees. Having it at face level was more than I could stand. I reached out and took his cock in my hands. I squeeze gently and move my hands slowly over its length from the head to the base. This time I know I hear a noise coming from him. It's a low guttural purring. I squeeze harder and pull from the base to the head. This causes him to moan loudly as he leans back against the shower wall. I take advantage of this position to rinse the soap off of him by rubbing my hands across his hips, up and down his stomach and chest, and then around to and over his ass.

Kyle reaches down and takes me under the chin. I raise my eyes to meet his, as he lifts me so that I am now standing in front of him. He moves his hands to that they are now on either side of my face. The look he then gives me sends chills down my spine. It says that he wants to devour me, and for a moment I am not sure if it was out of lust or blood lust. Before I have a chance to figure it out for myself, he pulls me into his chest and kisses me. Suddenly there is no room for doubt. The kiss is warm and passionate. His tongue probes my mouth and I allow mine to do the same to his. I jerk back as I prick my tongue on one of his fangs. His hold on me tightens and I am drawn back into the kiss. This time I know that blood lust has at least a small part in it.

I loose myself in the kiss. What pulls me back, is the feel of his hands gently gliding down my back and then grabbing my ass. He uses his hands to knead each cheek. He pulls them apart, exposing the pink pucker within. A finger begins to explore the area and finds it's way inside. This causes me to moan into Kyle's mouth. The kiss gets even more passionate. Kyle leaves his finger up my ass, while his other hand moves up my back. He then proceeds to lower me to the floor of the shower, the water beating down on us only fueling on our lust. He removes his finger now and turns me so that I am leaning back against him. I can feel his erection pressed between us, reaching almost half way up my back.

He leans his head in towards my ear and whispers, "I want to fuck you."

Even without the added vampiric powers, I was unable to resist. This whispered phrase held more power over me than when he first called me into the shower. I move forward and adjust him, and myself so that the head of his cock is pushing against my anus. I sit back and feel it begin to enter me, inching its way deeper and deeper, until I am leaning once again against his chest. His hips begin to buck as his cock moves in and out, and from side to side. Each thrust gets harder and faster. Our breathing gets heavier, and we both begin to moan. I ride his cock, matching him thrust for thrust. He places his mouth where my neck joins my shoulder, and begins kissing me. The kissing turns into locking. The licking turns into biting. He takes several playful nips and finally sinks his fangs into my shoulder. I cry out, expecting pain but instead feeling a level of ecstasy I have never achieved before. I begin to cum, and shoot several long string of it across the floor of the shower. 

My orgasm triggers his, and I can feel him filling me with his own hot load. I lean back against his, entirely spent, and he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me in closer. His cock begins to soften, but I won't let him move enough to pull it out. I love the feel of him inside of me. We continue to sit there letting the water wash over us. A phone rings, and I about the time I realize that it is my phone, Kyle is grabbing for my jeans and pulling it from one of the pockets. He hands it to me, and I check the caller ID. It is Jason...



TORN Can It Be Repaired?



I had decided I would never start writing sequels to existing submissions, then this happened. 

I read a story recently by Patricia51, called Torn, in which a wife wrote a letter to her husband confessing that she wanted to experience a lesbian relationship, although she still loved him. There have been two possible sequels written by Chagrined who invited any continuation, and X_Bishop, who replied. It was reading the latter which prompted me to read the original story. I figured that if two other illustrious scribes felt the need to revisit the theme I would see where it progressed in my mind. I found it flowing quite well and then decided that I would put my hat in the ring with this little offering. I did think about expounding the theme to end up with a conclusion as none of the three other stories closed the door. 

Artykay63

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TORN, a typical day Can it be repaired? 

Erica

As I came down the stairs into the kitchen I could see that Jim had not slept well. He had not come to bed after I had given him my letter, and I could see the pillow and blanket on his recliner in the den. 

On the kitchen table there was an envelope with my name on it. I wanted desperately to open it but the kids were busy eating their breakfast. I wanted time alone to read it .No matter what it said. I knew that I would be emotional. 

The boys, Jimmy Junior and Eric, clattered off upstairs to clean their teeth, and get ready to catch the bus to school. They had not noticed my red eyes or the envelope on the table. At 8 and 10 years old they felt comfortable in the secure home that we had created for them and they saw us as always being there for their love and care, they thought of us as their parents a sort of collective rather than individuals. We were their Mom and Dad, and that was all they needed. 

After they had left, I sat at the table and opened the letter dreading the trauma that would be coming my way. 

Dear Erica. 

I think I have the solution to your problem. I will see you this evening when you get home from work.

Love, 

Jim

"What??" Is that all after I opened my soul to him all he could manage was a one liner? I could not believe after what he had said that he could calmly treat the matter so lightly. Part of me wanted to see his angst on paper so I could feel the depth of his feelings. 

xxXxx

JIm

I didn't sleep last night. The letter that Erica had given me had made sure of that. She still loved me but had decided that she was a lesbian, despite still wanting to be penetrated by my cock and wanting to suck me off when she felt like it. 

It seemed that she had absolutely no experience of being with another woman, having been rebuffed by the only one she had ever approached. 

As I sat in my recliner gazing absently at the wedding picture whilst I thought of the problem she had presented, I racked my brains, was there anyone I knew who could help me with the knowledge I lacked? 

I cast my mind back over the years, had I ever known any lesbians? Then it struck me, when I was at college I had a friend in the same year called Bridget. Bridget was a gorgeous Red head with a willowy figure, one might almost say boyish. Bridget had always warded off any advances that we boys made and when the rumours started about her not being interested in boys she never did anything to deny that she was a lesbian. I was never sure if she was, but if it was true I needed to talk to her. 

I found her name in the phone book. She was still listed under her maiden name at her parent's address, maybe she never left home. I waited until 7.00 am before I rang her

The phone rang a couple of times before a drowsy voice on the other end said "I hope to fuck you are not trying to sell me anything!! What the fuck do you mean ringing at this time in the morning?"

It was definitely Bridget, she could always match any one in a slanging match. 

"Bridget its Jim Bent, remember me from college?" there was a silence, as she thought. 

"Yep, I got you now, you were one of the good guys who never tried to get in my panties. I was offended at the time. You never would have but you were supposed to try!" 

Bridget, I know this is a hell of a lot to ask, but I desperately need you help with a problem that has come up in my personal life. 

"Jim, is this some sort of a come on!! If so don't you think that you have left it a bit late? Or are you trying to relive your youth? We all of us get older you know!" 

No Bridget, I am not after your ass, but from memory it was one of the sweetest! 

Now you are just trying to sweet talk me! OK look like just you managed it. What d' ya want? 

"Can you meet me for a coffee, this morning at that Starbucks by West Street Mall? 

Okay, muffins and coffee on you! How will I know you? 

Have you still got that gorgeous red hair? I think I will recognise you first! I'll see you at 10.00. 

I jotted a quick note to Erica before I left. I needed to get away so I didn't have to face her. I didn't want to give her any clues as to how I was thinking. 

I called my secretary to let her know that I was not well and to clear my appointments. I needed to get things sorted out before Erica came back from work at 5.30. The kids always waited with the kids next door until one of us came home when they would come over. 

At Starbucks, I sat on an armchair by the window, so I could keep an eye out for Bridget. I checked my phone for messages, then started dicking about with a game of solitaire. Why do we all get so engrossed in that shit? 

"Jim?"

I looked up. Good God, I thought! Bridget still looked as stunningly beautiful and as striking as she had in college. If anything the confidence she had gained as a woman gave her even more appeal. She was slender, quite tall, at about 5ft 8, small breasts, which allowed her to stand there proudly wearing no bra under the silky cream coloured blouse that revealed her eraser like nipples. She was wearing really tight jeans, knee length brown leather boots, with a broad cowboy belt slung low on her hips. The bright sunlight streaming through the shop window lit up her flaming red hair, and accentuated how see through the blouse actually was. 

I could see the effect her presence had on every male in the place. There was a lull in the conversation as every man in the place turned to admire her. It was a repeat of how it had been at every day at College. She still had what it took. 

I stood up, and looked into her green eyes. I was only slightly taller than her so with the heels on her high heeled boots she was more or less able to look me straight in the eye. 

Bridget, you look absolutely fabulous! She smiled at me, and said "I can see you got married then!" 

I wore no ring so how would she know that? 

"If you still think I look that good you have definitely not been out on the prowl for a while, which means you must have been at home!" 

"OK muffin and latté please, since you are buying." She settled into the love seat next to the armchair I had been on. 

As I stood in the queue for the coffees I looked back to see a Tall blond guy saunter over to talk to her. She shook her head as he tried to sit next to her, and pointed to me. 

He backed off as I walked over with the coffees. 

"See, it's not just me, you still attract men like bears a round a honeypot! 

OK, Jim, so you' re really good for my morale. Now what on earth made you suddenly look up me after all these years? 

I sat back, and reached into my jacket pocket. I pulled Erica's letter out and held it in my hand. 

"Bridget, when we were at college a rumour started that you may have been a lesbian. I never had a problem with that as it was none of my business anyway. I always thought that you may have been using it as a defence mechanism to protect yourself against unwanted advances. I never saw you show any signs that you were. But now, if you are willing to tell me I could do with knowing."

She looked at me appraisingly. "I figure this has something to do with the reason we are here so I will tell you. It is obvious to me that if you think I am a lesbian you are not trying to seduce me. The fact is that I have spent my life experimenting. I don't mean I have got into kinky stuff, well not massively. But I have never been able to maintain a long term relationship with either a man or a woman."

Bridget looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. 

"As you noticed from my name in the phone book I never married, and I still live at home. My Mom passed away a couple of years ago and I look after my Dad. Partly, I suppose I have always rejected a close relationship as I was unwilling to leave them on their own. Maybe that was an excuse, but it suited me to use it when I needed. 

Sexually I get something different from each type of relationship. I think I would be known as a switch in some circles. When I am with a man I tend to be submissive, but with women I definitely like to dominate. I cannot imagine being penetrated by a girl wearing a strap in dildo. I enjoy administering but not receiving. I have always enjoyed that aspect of lesbianism, and do it for the kick I get out of that power. When I want a kiss and a cuddle I prefer to do that with the right man. I am submissive to men, but I don't mean I want to be treated like some sort of slave, and get into all that yes master shit. A bit of light spanking is OK, but mainly I like to be controlled from time to time. As much as anything it is a mental thing. I feel comfortable when I have a man in charge. 

Does that answer your question, Jim?" 

"I think you have explained exactly what I needed to know, and I am sure that you will be able to help me understand this" I replied as I handed the letter to Bridget. "My wife Erica gave this to me yesterday"! 

Bridget reached into her hand bag and slipped on her reading glasses, this served to enhance the intense green of her eyes. "See, none of us are any younger! 

She started to read the letter, as I watched her intensely trying to ascertain which bit she had reached. She shook her head slowly as she read Erica's confession of her intent to become a lesbian. 

As she reached the end of the letter, she folded it and passed it back to me. As she handed it over she took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes as she said, "You poor man. No wonder you are confused and upset. How could anyone be so silly as to jeopardise their family's happiness for a need to experiment with their sexuality. Is she menopausal?"

"I don't think so, she is only just 39, and she has shown no signs far. This is the first real sign that there was any major problem. Sure things have been quieter in bed the last year or so, but I was happy." I replied.

Bridget sat thinking.

"I suspect there is some sort of hormonal imbalance here and that she should really see a doctor to get checked out. I think if she was faced with the reality of the situation instead of some internet inspired fantasy, she might get her head out of where she has it buried long enough to see clearly. I think she needs a wake-up call." 

"She says that she want to experience a sexual relationship with another woman but she wants you to be there for her to play with when she feels like swinging back, but she wants you to maintain the emotional support that keeps her going through life on an even keel." 

"I think that need to show her that she can't have her cake and eat it, without permanently damaging the stable home environment that all of the family needs. She needs to see the consequences that would come from her pursuing the fantasy."

Bridget had put into words the thoughts that had been scrambling around in my mind since Erica had created this shit storm. I realised that the best thing I could have done, was to call for a woman's point of view, and especially Bridget's. 

"Ok Bridget, how to we achieve this? I asked. 

"You said in your note to her that you had a possible solution and would talk about it this evening. What was you solution?" 

"I was going to kick her out and move on with my life!" I explained.

"That sounds almost as stupid as she is being. Neither of you seem to give a shit about the boys. You both need to stop being so bloody selfish. She is obsessed with a fantasy sex life and you are thinking like a Neanderthal. Your responsibilities are to bring those boys up until they are capable of looking after themselves. You brought them into the world, they are not fucking puppies for Christmas. A child is for life. No matter what the stupid parents do, they are responsible for their well-being."

"You would not just kick them out on the street with her, to find some butch dyke to teach them that as they are males they are worthless little shits, would you??" 

She was right. I had been thinking only of the part of this that affected me. Of course I loved my boys, but I had got tunnel vision about the whole Erica thing. 

"OK You are right. What can I do? I can't see how to achieve the goal without one of us having to leave the house."

"Describe the house to me". 

"The house is a ranch style. On the ground floor there is the kitchen, a dining room, lounge, and a den. The first floor has a master bedroom, the boys each have their own room, there is a shower room off the main bed, and a family bathroom. Last year I knocked through into the area above the garage and put in a guest suite." 

Bridget looked thoughtful. "I think I have the solution. I need to come and stay for a few days. I can go and see my Dad each morning to set him up and leave him my phone number for emergencies." 

Bridget looked at her watch. "You say she gets back at 5.30 and the boys shortly before. That means we need to get stared right way." 

"Bridget, I want to thank you for all your support, but I am worried about all of this, it is going to play out in front of the boys. I don't want anything to upset them. I am not sure about you moving in like this." I was worried that this could all go the wrong way. 

"Jim, you need to act now, unless you take the initiative this is going to fester. If that happens, you will all get hurt. You have to trust me." 

By the time Erica came home Bridget had moved into the guest suite. She had unpacked her bags and made herself right at home, in the way only a woman can. I had helped her get everything set up, but she would not let me see what was in the hold-all that she slipped under the bed. 

She parked her car in the second garage space that normally accommodated Erica's Toyota. The Red BMW soft top sure looked better there that Erica's car. 

When Erica came home, the boys were sitting at the kitchen counter eating homemade burgers and fries, as Bridget and they chatted away. She was telling them stories about when she and I were at College together. They were fascinated and certainly were rapidly using their shyness in front of their dad's cool friend with a sports car. 

As she came through the garage door into the hall Erica looked towards the kitchen, she could see me but she could not see around into the kitchen itself from where she stood. "Jim have you gone off your rocker, what the hell do we need with a pussy magnet car?? Get it out of my space!"

"Erica, I would like you to meet an old friend of mine." Jim smiled at her. 

"Yeah , Mom come and meet Bridget , she's really cool, she is going to take us to the water park tomorrow in her car!! 

As she rounded the corner into her kitchen she was faced with the most beautiful woman shed had ever seen. She did not know how to react. In one sense she was attracted to the beautiful red head and felt herself getting aroused, on the other hand she felt indignant that the woman had obviously used her kitchen and was taking her place. 

Jim helped Erica slip off her coat. 

"Erica, Bridget is an old college friend of mine who is in town for a few weeks on business, she is far from home so I asked her if she would like to stay in the guest suite." Erica looked at Jim as he spoke. She was not happy by the look in his eyes, the warmth that she normally saw was not there, until he glanced at Bridget as she spoke. 

"Now Jim, I told you I would only stay if it is alright with Erica! Don't you try to railroad her into anything."

"Go on Mom, say yes!! Please mom it would be so cool, we could go to school one day in the Beemer!!" Young Eric chimed in. 

Erica knew that it was too late, she had already been railroaded. "That's fine, I will help you move in Bridget."

"That's alright Erica. Jim had invited me to stay for the night anyway, so I have already put my stuff in the guest suite."

xxXxx

Erica.

WTF. Railroaded? I have been hit by a steam train. Erica thought as she looked at Jim. "I think we had something to talk about this evening didn't we Jim?" 

"Later, I don't think it would be polite to bring that up in front of our guest, and I am sure the boys don't want to hear such a boring grown up conversation." Jim said pointedly.

"Mom, Bridget has brought a DVD over. Its Saturday tomorrow, can we watch it now? Bridget is going to make some popcorn."

This was beginning to piss me right off. I come home to my house to sort out my husband to go along with what I want, and I get fucking supermom taking over my family. 

"OK then that will give me and your Dad to have our little talk." 

"Erica, I took the time to make you and Jim a little lasagne and salad, the lasagne is keeping warm in the oven. I used some of the ground beef left over from the burgers. I was ravenous so I had burgers and fries with Eric and Jimmy junior. There is a bottle of Merlot on the side." 

I watched as Jim and the boys showed Bridget how to operate the controllers for the DVD, and then as she settled down on the love seat between my two boys with the bowl of popcorn. This was turning into a nightmare. It was as though I was being written out of my own life!

Jim took me by the hand and led me into the dining room. He sat me down and brought through the lasagne with salad

He placed three glasses on the table, and poured out the Merlot, then took one of them through to the bitch in my place.

He closed the dining room door as he returned to take his seat opposite me. He looked across at me expectantly. He was right to he had this coming! 

"OK who the fuck is big red. I come home and the bitch has taken over my life. I can't believe it. Did you boff her in college. You sure never mentioned her before! I bet you did! "

"Erica, calm down. You may remember that yesterday you delivered the bombshell that, to put it politely, you wanted to get in touch with your most feminine side and you no longer felt you wanted me to carry out my husbandly duties in bed. I respect those wishes." Jim said. 

"You may remember that I left you a little note this morning saying that I thought I had found a solution. Now if you listen carefully and don't interrupt I will tell you how this is going to be." 

"I can't accept that you want to take the parts of our relationship that you need but ignore the parts I need and want. If you were to leave to pursue your desire to become a lesbian then you will end up splitting up the boy's home. I have to tell you now that that is not going to happen. I don't mind if you pursue your need, as long as you are discreet. Apart from satisfying this need, you will continue to live here with me, to all intents and purposes as my wife. No one need know, you will be safe and secure and the family will not suffer. I will do without sex with you, but I will have discreet relationships if I feel like it." 

"Bridget is here to initiate you as a lesbian. I have known her since college days, and trust her to treat you as you deserve. She will be staying here at my invitation for 2 weeks, during which time you will treat her with respect. She will initiate you safely and with no risk to your health. I will be sure then that you are in no danger as you will not have to trawl dyke bars looking for your first experiences. 




TORN Can It Be Repaired?



You and I will go to bed as normal so the boys are not suspicious, and then when we are sure they are well asleep you will go to Bridget in the Guest suite. As the suite is separate from the bedrooms any sounds will be deadened so that your activities won't disturb me or the boys." 

Jesus, He really has got this thought out! Erica reflected. "That's okay for me Jim but what about you? "

"I will be fine, don't worry about me, I am doing this for you so you can see what our lives will be like, without anyone getting hurt." 

xxXxx

The music signalling the end of the DVD wafted through from the den, shortly followed by two bleary eyed boys. 

"Mom, Bridget is putting us to bed, she says you need to take a nice hot bath to relax. Isn't that kind."

The boys started up the stairs as Bridget stepped into the dining room. 

She stood in front of Erica, looked in her eyes, and said. "No unsightly hair and I want you to clean yourself thoroughly."

Erica blushed and looked down from the steady gaze of those green eyes. 

"Good, I think we understand each other now." Bridget looked across at me. "Ok big boy, I leave you to send her through to me when she is ready. See you later."

I took Erica by the hand up to our bedroom. I ran the bath as she took off her clothes. 

She stepped into the bath, and stood there as I washed her thoroughly. I made move to excite her, I did not need to, as she was already showing signs of arousal. Her nether lips had parted, and she was flushed with pink around her neck. 

I finished washing her and lifted her out if the bath with a towel wrapped around her, much as you would a child. 

I looked her up and down. After the letter expressing her intent to become a lesbian I had lost all interest in her sexually. She could see it in my eyes as she looked at me. 

"I will leave yourself to do the rest, you need to shave your pussy, and make sure you clean yourself internally. I think it only fair to Bridget as she has offered to show you the way." 

I knew I was being cruel speaking to her this way. I had never tried to dominate her in any way before. 

"Why are you treating me like this Jim? I haven't done anything wrong!" She was standing trembling and tears were forming in her eyes. 

"Erica, you made it clear that you wanted to do this. You know that you have hurt me, but because I still love you I am making sure that you understand how it will be if you wish to pursue this need for a different life style that you have. I cannot and will not treat you the way I always have, if you want to do this. 

I am making sure that you do it safely and that you will not be harmed, or that none of us will be destroyed by your actions. I am giving you the chance to see what your life will be like. Call it a preview if you will. At any time you can reject the change and we will see if we can go back to the way we were before you wrote you letter. 

Now, as soon as you are ready you will go through to Bridget. I think that the boys are both asleep so go quietly."

I closed the shower room door so she could finish getting ready. 

A while later she came into the bedroom. She was cleanly shaven and had tied her hair back. Her nipples stood out proudly. The blushing around her neck was almost red, and her vagina was completely open. I could hardly contain myself enough to appear indifferent. This was the woman that I had loved for so long and she was preparing to go to another person for the sex we had shared for so long. 

"What shall I wear?" 

I could hardly believe she had asked that. She wanted me to guide her enough to help her consummate her lesbian initiation. 

"Just put on a robe so if the boys see you they will not see anything unusual."

The mention of the boys clearly upset her. I could see the anguish in her eyes. This was the moment she could renounce her intention. 

"You don't have to do this Erica, It's your choice", I said gently. I knew that I had pushed her into this before she had time to drag the whole thing out into a lot of angst and pleading and general drama. 

"I really want to, Jim, I need to experience this, and she is so beautiful."

She looked back over her shoulder as she closed the door. "I still love you."

xxXxx

Bridget lay naked on the guest suite bed as Erica opened the door. 

Erica had never seen such a beautiful sight, the red hair pooled on the pillow framing the beautiful pale face with its pretty snub nose and intense green eyes that were slightly hooded with lust as she looked up at Erica. Her small breasts stood proudly without any sag, and her pretty pink nipples that had never fed a child stood up perkily from the alabaster skin. Her flat tummy, that had no stretch marks from bearing children, tapered away to her soft curly red hair, which was neatly trimmed into a heart shape above the small lips of her vagina. Her vagina was neat and attractive with no inner lips visible. Her long legs were slightly apart and her slim ankles showed off her delicate feet.

"Take you robe off Erica. Let's see what Jim has been treasuring all these years". 

Erica stood there rooted to the spot, she was so self-conscious comparing herself to the nubile form in front of her. 

"Now would be good! Or are you not so sure now? You only have to say, no one is forcing you to do this. It's your choice. However if you remove the robe then you are showing me that I have your permission to take charge. You need to know that I am the dominant one in this relationship. In future relationships you may be the dominant, but here and now I am. You will learn from me. I am the teacher and you are the pupil. Do you agree and understand?"

"Yes, I think so"

"Erica, let's be clear here. There is no I think so about this. The answer I am looking for Is, "Yes Bridget I agree and understand and I want to continue." 

"Yes Bridget, I understand and I agree that you will be the teacher, you will make the decisions and I want to continue."

"OK when I ask you any questions or tell you what to do that is how I expect the answer to be formulated. Now strip in front of me"

Erica eased the robe off her shoulders, leaving her naked and defenceless under the gaze of those green eyes. 

Bridget took in the sight of the woman in front of her. In some ways the sight made her jealous. Erica's body showed the signs of the love she had experienced in her life. Her breasts were no longer as proud as they had once been and her nipples were dark brown where she had fed her two young cubs for the first eighteen months of their life, building them up to be the strong kids they had become. 

Looking down to her tummy, Bridget could see the faint signs of the stretch marks caused by the two pregnancies, and the navel that was no longer the attractive little button of her youth. 

Bridget could see that the love Jim held for his wife was deep seated, and that in his eyes he still saw Erica the young wife he had taken to the altar. She was now determined to see that Jim got back the love of his life and that Erica would be made to see what she would ruin by her insistence on this need to pursue this journey into lesbianism. She knew she was going to have a hard job on her hands. She could not show Erica what she really thought. 

"Erica, stand in front of me with holding yourself open for me." She ordered.

Erica was trembling with anticipation as she complied, she reached down to either side of her vagina and held her lips open, exposing the engorged inner lips, with the prominent clitoris standing up above them. 

Bridget stood up, and walked around Erica pointedly looking down at her, she was at least 6 inches taller than the housewife that stood lewdly exposing herself. 

"I see you have never really got your figure back since you had your boys, have you?" Bridget squeezed Erica's buttocks, carrying a bit of a booty here! Jim must love you a lot to let you carry that around. 

Bridget walked around to the front. She reached down and slipped a finger up inside Erica's vagina, quite firmly until she touched her cervix. It was deliberate. She wanted Erica to feel her touch the core of her womanhood, her womb. 

She rubbed all around the smooth knub, and as she removed her fingers from it she hooked one on Erica's G spot and pulled up so that Erica was on tiptoe. 

"It seems you have wet yourself Erica, or is it just that you are wet for me to have you?"

Bridget took her fingers and put them on Erica's lips, pushing them into her mouth before she could answer. 

"You can let go of your cunt now, Erica. Kneel down in front of me." 

Erica knelt down with her legs together. 

"NO Erica, when I say kneel down it is always with your legs open! Do you understand?" 

"Yes Bridget. I understand." 

"Please lick my pussy Erica. You may hold me open so you can get your tongue in as far as possible. I will be coming all over your face, so when I say now, you will push you face hard against me. 

Erica reached up and parted the beautiful lips to reveal Bridget's pink core, which was glistening with juice in anticipation. She touched the small clitoris with the tip of her tongue. She became more and more enthusiastic, as Bridget struggled to remain upright against the spasms that were building up in her abdomen. She knew she was not going to last long. 

Erica could feel Bridget's excitement, as the taller girl grabbed her ponytail. She felt Bridget pulling her head closer to her opening. All of a sudden Bridget cried out, "NOW" and with a vice like grip Bridget thrust her cunt against Erica's face. 

The juices flooding out of the coral pink cunt almost drowned her as she was held against Bridget's hole. 

Bridget pulled Erica too her feet, and looked into her eyes. "That was very good for a first time, I can see that you are going to be a good pupil." 

"That is the end of the first lesson, you now know how to service a dominant female. Normally you would not be allowed anything else tonight, as I want you to remember every detail about this experience. But as you will not sleep if I leave you like this and I don't want you tired and bitchy around Jim, the boys and me tomorrow, you may play with yourself in front of me." 

Erica could not believe what she was hearing, this is not what she had read on the internet. Bridget was supposed to return the favour. 

She started to protest, "It's your turn to do me now!! I made you come!" 

Slap, right across the cheek, 

"Erica, you will not talk to me like that or question my training of you. I was going to allow you to play with yourself, but you have blown that now. Get into that bed, and I mean now." 

Erica was so shocked she got straight on the bed. No one had slapped her since she had cheeked her mother when she was 10 years old. As she lay down Bridget roughly grabbed one wrist and clicked on the handcuff, before quickly repeating it for the other wrist attaching her with her arms up to the bed stead, which Erica had so carefully chosen for its beautiful wrought ironwork. 

"Right I will see you in the morning, and no snivelling all night, If I have an trouble with you tomorrow you will get punished tomorrow night. "

"Where are you going Bridget? What happens if I need a wee?"

"You were told to come to me ready for anything, so you must have already have had a wee. You are not some snivelling kid." 

"As to where I am going, I will be spending the rest of the night cuddled up to Jim. He has needs that you no longer wish to satisfy. I know he needs a cuddle to get off to sleep properly. A need you have forfeited for your need for a lifestyle change."

"I will be back in time for you to get back to your bedroom before the boys are up."

Bridget turned out the light as she shut the door on the distraught housewife. 

xxXxx

Jim opened his eyes, as he felt Bridget slip into the bed next to him. He was about to ask when Bridget, leaned over him, "Shush Jim, not now I will tell you later. It's all going to be alright in the end."

He felt her hand gripping his cock and her nipples press against his side as she settled down to sleep. "I want to be fresh for you and the boys tomorrow when we go out, Erica certainly is not going to be!" She murmured. 

It seemed a few minutes later that he was aware of her slipping out of his bed, she made her way across to the bedroom door, and whispered, "See you later big boy. I think you should get that thing registered. God, what a stupid bitch!!" 

He lay there drowsily as the door opened again. The cold air brought into the room was a warning of the storm that was to come. 

"You fucking set me up you evil bastard. I licked that bitches pussy and she left me hanging, handcuffs me to the bed, then she comes in here and shags my husband!! I should cut off your balls and shove them down her throat!!"

"Good morning Erica, did you have a pleasant first experience? I don't want any details as it is none of my business. Bridget seemed to think you had done very well for a first lesson. No we did not shag as you so nicely put it, we just had a little cuddle. You know how I like that at night. "

"That was the bit I said I wanted to keep in our relationship!! I want to do that!" 

"But Erica the bit that I wanted to keep, you decided you could not, so it just goes to show that we can't all have what we want at a whim. I arranged for Bridget to train you as a lesbian, but now you are saying that does not suit the way you want it to be. Perhaps you should reflect on what you really do want. Now please stop whining and go and get breakfast on for the boys. Bridget and I will be down shortly." 

"You are not going to go to that skank again are you? 

Slap right across the cheek! Again! Erica could not believe he had slapped her. 

"I told you that you would treat our guest with respect. If you cannot do that then this experiment is over and you will be responsible for breaking up this family. Put up or shut up." 

xxXxx

Erica 

This was just not going how I wanted it to. Jim had raised his hand to me for the first time in our married life? Sure he had given me a friendly spank now and then, but the fury in his eyes as he had slapped my face frightened me. How could I have driven him into that state? I only wanted to sort out my feelings and emotions over the need to experience my dream and need to be a lesbian. 

Even that had been different from my expectations! I had got so aroused only to be taught that in this lesbian relationship I was going to have to toe the line. I don't know if I had been prepared to be the submissive one in the partnership. I had never thought of myself as a either a submissive person or ever met a 'Bull dyke'

I had always perceived that type of person as looking masculine and dominant. Bridget looked so feminine. I had assumed my dream would lead to a Sapphic love affair where we both tenderly caressed each other to orgasm and bathed in a soft afterglow of satisfaction as Jim and I always had. 

I went into the shower room and looked in the mirror. I looked haggard, I had a big red mark across my cheek. My eyes were puffy with dark rings, under them .My wrists were slightly bruised from being handcuffed to the bed all night. I saw a middle aged woman who had lost direction. I felt terrible. 

I showered, and bathed my face in cold water. That made me feel a little better. I went back into the bedroom. Jim was already up and down stairs I could hear the makings of breakfast being prepared and the excited chatter of the two boys planning their day out in the park. 

OK pull yourself together. A pair of slacks, a comfortable top. Ready for a day out with my loving family. 

I put on a little make up to hide the rings under my eyes, just a touch of pink lipstick , a little squirt of the perfume that Jim had bought me for Christmas, that always turned him on. I felt ready for the world. 

AS I walked into the kitchen the boys looked around expectantly, when they saw it was me the enthusiasm dimmed in their faces. 

'Hi Mom, is Bridget up yet? We're all going to the water park today!! In her Beemer! That's so cool! 

"I am sure she won't be long. I think I heard the shower in the guest suite. Have you had breakfast yet?" 

"No we're waiting for Bridget, she is going to make us some special pancakes!"

Jim looked across at me from the coffee machine, "How about a coffee while we are waiting?"

I nodded as I looked at him. He looked so good in his open necked linen shirt that just showed off his hairy chest. He had fared better than I had since we got married. His slim figure was shown off to perfection by the hip hugging jeans and the broad leather belt with its Harley badged belt. I suddenly felt afraid. I had let the most beautiful woman I had ever seen into my house to be my partner in lesbianism, and it was obvious she was AC/DC. What if he fell in love with her? Her and her "just a cuddle." 

I felt her presence more than I heard her entering the room. The atmosphere changed instantly, the boys instantly perked up and Jim's eyes softened as he looked over my shoulder. 

I turned to look at her. She was every boy's wet dream. My boys were too young to know but they had been affected by her as surely as their father. Their nascent instincts told them they needed to be with her. Such a frightening thing human nature. 

I was the one that was supposed to be interested in her!! Me.

I was dressed comfortably like any mum ready for a day out. Bridget was dressed casual chic. The emerald green wrap around dress set her shiny hair off to perfection. The red and gold hair sat on her shoulders in a perfect contrast of rich colours. The pearl and emerald necklace accentuated the curve of her elegant neck. 

Her long legs ended in a pair of strappy sandals that showed of her perfectly formed toes. 

I hated her, she looked so perfect. I wanted her because she looked so perfect. She looked at me, knowing, as only a woman could, exactly what was going through my mind. 

"I hope you slept well, Erica. I know how much you are looking forward to our day out. I think we are all going to the water park!!" I have my bikini all ready, I hope you boys have got your trunks and towels ready!"

My bikini days were over, I had a one piece, and I did not want to parade the scars of motherhood in front of the world. 

"Right, who's for pancakes then? Bridget looked at the men enquiringly. 

"Me, Me, Me!" The three boys chorused. 

"I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen again Erica, but I promised the boys my special pancakes for breakfast. It a special recipe I learnt from my French grandmother, we always had them when we stayed with her as kids. They are paper thin Crepes, with cinnamon in the mix. They are not quite traditional but are excellent. As they are so thin they don't have a huge calorie count so you should be okay with them."

The bitch. I was steaming but the boys were all looking at me. I forced a smile and said "No that would be great Bridget, I am sure they will be delicious". 

"That is very kind, Erica. Let me give you a lesson." She smirked at me, she knew exactly what she was doing to my mind. 

"Yes Erica, let Bridget teach you!" This from Jim. Both of them were at it now. 

"I will make the batter, whilst you watch, then we will share the cooking. Boys get out some toppings and lay the table, get some juice out and get ready for an experience!" She ordered. 

Jim and the boys started following her instructions. She had them eating from her hand, literally. I felt totally superfluous in my own kitchen. 

I stood watching her deftly turning out the thin pancakes. She had no intention of letting me do anything. 

"Erica, perhaps you could do the dishes. It will save time later, you can wash up the mixing bowl now. We don't need it anymore."




TORN Can It Be Repaired?



My cheeks reddened with the humiliation. I was now her scullery maid. 

"That's right, you can leave them to drain. I expect they will be ready to put away later when you get back from the water park. "

If Jim noticed the power play that was going on before his eyes he did a good job of hiding it! 

"OK Boys dig in. There is plenty for all Eric, no need to grab as many as you can. Jimmy junior I think three is enough. I don't want you getting sick in the pool!"

I was close to tears of frustration, now she was teaching my boys manners. 

"Erica, one for you? Jim four for a big boy?"

She slid one for me onto a plate, and squeezed a little lemon onto it. She handed me the plate. 

"That should be enough to keep the wolf from the door, Erica." Now I was on bloody rations. 

The pancakes all disappeared as if by magic. Only the satisfied grins on the face of my men showed they had ever been there. 

"Wow Bridget, I wish you were here all the time, Mom never cooked pancakes like that." 

"I am sure she will learn, boys. I will teach her all I know!"



Torn Ch. 2



Melissa walks in and sees Steve and I locked in a 69 position. "Um, this isn't what it looks like?" I meekly reply. "Oh really? That's too bad, because it looks really hot!"

"You're not mad?"

"Mad? Not at all! I don't own you. You could fuck whoever you want. Speaking of which, I believe an introduction is in order." I climb off of Steve and introduce my two lovers. Steve stands before Melissa completely naked with an incredible erection. He offers his hand and says, "Um, hi, I'm Steve. I've heard a lot about you." Melissa pushes his hand away and grabs his rock-hard cock. She begins to stroke his shaft as she kisses him deep on the mouth. "We're all friends here Steve, no need for formalities. MMM, I can taste her sweet cunt on your lips, she's yummy, isn't she?" All Steve could do was moan and nod in silent agreement. She lets go of Steve's cock and reaches into a shopping bag she brought in with her. She pulls out a shiny, new, black 9-inch strap-on dildo. 

"Well, Michelle, I bought this for us, but apparently you don't need it. You've got a real one."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I've always wanted two cocks at once. Hmmm, I wonder how I could make that happen?" I walked over to Melissa and kissed her full lips. She ran her hands up and down my naked body and I began to moan. "Is there any chance I could persuade you to join us?"

"I think there's a very good chance you could get me to do anything you want." I keep kissing Melissa as I remove her blazer. She's wearing a white silk shirt underneath which can barely contain her perfect full C-cup breasts. Her bra can't disguise the hardness of her nipples. I unbutton her shirt and squeeze her breasts, I rub my thumbs against her aching nipples. She moans into my mouth. Steve is sitting on the edge of the bed watching us and stroking his cock. Seeing two beautiful women together is every man's fantasy. 

I meet Melissa's eyes and whisper, "Let's put on a show for him." She nods her head in agreement and begins to moan a bit louder. I unsnap Melissa's front-hook bra and her full, firm breasts pop out. I slowly start kissing her neck and move my lips down her body. I caress her right breast and proceed to take her nipple into my mouth. She runs her fingers through my long blonde hair as I suckle her rock-hard nipple. Her moans are driving me crazy and I start to gently bite her. I know she likes this because I can smell her excitement. As I work my way over to her left breast, she discards her blouse and bra. Steve is practically drooling watching us. I reluctantly leave her luscious breasts and begin to kiss her lips again. She's squeezing my big, firm tits as I caress her smooth back. I find the zipper for her skirt and I slide it off of her. She steps out of her skirt and she is fully exposed to me. No panties, no stockings. All she's wearing is 4-inch heels and a smile. 

I kneel before her and breathe in her heady scent. She's the girl of my dreams. I hold on to her hips and gently kiss her tight, flat belly. I glance over at Steve and can tell he's close to an orgasm. His cum-filled balls are so big and tight! I spread her clean-shaven lips with my fingers and I'm greeted by her very erect clit, begging to be sucked. I stick my pierced tongue out and gently flick at her labia and clit. How can anyone taste this good? I start to suck and bite on her blood-engorged clit as I put two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She grabs her tits and begins to make low, gutteral noises. Steve is jerking his huge cock so hard, not taking his eyes off of us. Melissa grabs the back of my head and pushes her cunt deeper into my mouth. "Eat me, you fucking whore. I want to cum all over your face." I bury my face as deep as humanly possible into her juicy folds. I insert two more fingers into her welcoming pussy. "Oh, fuck, baby! You're going to make me cum!"

"Not yet, you bitch, not yet," I answer. At that moment, I stand up, take Melissa by the shoulders, and throw her on the bed. "Steve! Get your hand off your cock and get over here!" Steve awakes from his orgasmic trance and does what he's told. Melissa is laying flat on her back begging me to make her cum. "Steve, I want you to kneel above her head and shove your cock into her mouth," I demand. "A-Are you sure that's OK...???"

"Do it now!!" Steve shoves his cock into Melissa's waiting mouth and she hungrily accepts him. He throws his head back in ecstasy. He's holding her arms above her head and is raping her mouth. I kneel at the bottom of the bed and spread Melissa's legs as wide as they can go. 

I start working her pussy again and I hear her muffled groans. I look up and see Steve's ass rhythmically thrusting into her mouth. My own pussy is dripping and aching to be fucked. I gently nibble on Melissa's sweet clit as I shove four fingers into her hot cunt. She's writhing in pleasure. "I want you to take my whole hand in, you bitch. I want to feel you from the inside." I slowly but surely work my thumb into her as well. I have all five fingers inside of her. "C'mon, baby, spread those whore legs just a little more for me..." She spreads them even further apart, allowing my entire hand to invade her pussy. I'm slowly fisting her as I violate her clit with my tongue. I feel her body tense up and her legs start to shake. "Cum for me, baby, please cum for me," I beg. With this, Steve starts thrusting faster. Melissa's body convulses and her sweet nectar gushes into my mouth. I don't let any of it go to waste. "Fuck! Fuck, oh God! I'm going to cuuuummmm..." groans Steve. At that same moment, Steve shot a hot load of cum down Melissa's throat. She greedily devoured all of it and licked her lips clean. Steve collapses beside her, physically, and literally, drained. 

I begin to roughly stroke my neglected pussy. Melissa sits up and says,"Oh no, you're not getting off that easily!"

"What do you have in mind?" I ask. She gets up off the bed, walks over to me, and gives me a deep soul kiss. We both taste an intoxicating mixture of male and female on our lips. As she's tongueing me, she begins to pinch my nipples and teasingly slap my tits. She knows I like it rough! Her hand snakes down to my dripping pussy and she instantly slips four fingers in. "Oh yes, Melissa, that feels so fucking gooood..."

"You like that? I didn't think a whore like you would be satisfied with just fingers filling your cunt. I bet you want a big, fat cock buried deep inside of you, don't you?"

"W-Well, I don't think Steve is ready to go another round just yet..."

"Have you forgotten the "gift" I bought for you?" In all the excitement, I actually did forget about the strap-on! "Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?" Melissa asked. "Oh God, yes please..."

"I want you to beg. Tell me where you want it..."

"I want you to fuck my pussy and my ass, please, please fuck me..." Melissa pulled her fingers out of my cunt and shoved them into my mouth. I licked her fingers clean. She got up and retrieved the strap-on from the shopping bag. She slid her lovely ass into the harness and looked menacingly at me. 

She stood above me. "Suck my 'cock,' whore..." I greedily deep-throated the dildo, taking in almost the whole 9-inches. I looked up into her deep brown eyes and watched her tits bounce as I sucked her 'cock.' It was surreal. "Bend the fuck over like the slut you are," she demanded. Steve sat up in bed to survey the action. It seems he has caught his second wind because more than his interest was piqued! He began to stroke his semi-erect cock. I leaned over the bottom edge of the bed, fully exposing my tight round ass to Melissa. She ran a saliva-lubricated finger across my puckered hole. "Hmmm, no lube around. I guess I'll have to lubricate you." Melissa got down on all fours and spread the cheeks of my ass. She made her long tongue as stiff as possible and probed my tight asshole. She buried her gorgeous face deep into my ass as her fingers penetrated my wet pussy. "Please fuck me, I need to cum." I begged. "As you wish." Melissa got up on her knees and positioned her 'cock' by the opening of my pussy. She inserted the bulbous rubber tip, then quickly removed it. "You bitch! Stop fucking teasing me! I want you now!" She slammed her 'cock' into my waiting pussy and rode me hard. She held my hips for balance as her thrusts got deeper and deeper. She reached around and roughly squeezed my tits with her left hand, she smacked my ass with her right hand. I was already getting close! 

This little scene was obviously all the inspiration Steve needed to get back into the game. He walked towards me with a raging hard-on. I graciously accepted him into my mouth. I'm deep-throating Steve, my nose is buried in his lush pubic hair while Melissa is fucking my cunt. 

"Hey Steve," says Melissa. "Why don't you fuck this whore's pussy while I rape her ass?"

"Absofuckinlutely! I was hoping you would ask!" Steve slid his cock out of my mouth as Melissa slid hers out of my pussy. He laid at the end of the bed with his legs draped over the edge. He pulled me on top of him and grabbed my ass to deeply impale me on to his cock. Melissa then took her 'cock' which was well-lubricated from my pussy juices and positioned it by my asshole. She slowly worked her 'cock' in, inch by glorious inch. "OOOOO, YEEEESSSSSSS," I moaned as I was totally filled with cock. Steve and Melissa got a rhythm going as they ripped me apart. I've always wanted to be double-teamed, it feels soooo amazing! Steve's sucking my tits as he's fucking me and Melissa is smacking my ass, I'm in heaven. I can't hold out any longer, I need to cum! "Oh, fuck me, yes, harder, yes, oooohhhhh, yes, I'm going to cuummmmmm..." 

Melissa wrapped her fist into a handful of my hair and pulled as she fucked me as hard as she could in my ass. "Y-Y-Yessssssssss, Unnnnnnnngggghhhhhh, I'm cuuuuummmmiiinnnggg..." I came in a huge orgasmic rush. I felt as if my soul had left my body. Melissa and I were both drained and exhausted, but poor Steve was still rock-hard! We couldn't leave him that way! Melissa and I smiled at each other as we positioned ourselves on either side of him. We took turns sucking his cock and balls. He had his hands tangled in our hair, shoving his cock as deep as possible into our mouths. His balls began to get full and tight with cum. "I'm going to cuuummmm...," he loudly moaned. He grabbed his cock and violently began to jerk off. He showered a hot load of cum all over our faces and tits as Melissa and I enjoyed an out-of-mouth French kiss. We all collapsed on to the bed, entangled and intricately woven into each other. Who says I have to choose? I CAN have it all!!



Torn Down



She wandered out of the parking lot of Platinum Playmates with her copper hair windswept all around her. It was two in the morning and she had just finished cleaning up after everyone else left the club. She may not have been one of the dancers, but considering her waitress uniform was basically a sleeveless white translucent dress shirt and red hot pants, she knew she got almost as much attention as they did.

Unfortunately, it was only 30 degrees and she forgot her coat, so she was shuffling back to her car with her arms crossed and goose bumps clearly showing on her bare arms and legs. Just a few more feet to the car, she thought to herself.

She didn't notice that there was something rustling underneath a dark blanket in the backseat of the car, but with the black leather seats, how could she? She did, however, think it was peculiar that the doors had somehow been unlocked.

"Thought I locked the car..." 

Once she entered, she was in for another shock. It looked like someone had tried hot-wiring the car, but stopped after ripping off the covering behind the steering wheel.

"What the f---"

She didn't even have time to finish when suddenly she felt someone's cold hand grab her chin and yank her head back. She started to scream, but then a cloth was placed to her mouth to muffle her sounds of protest. It smelled horrible, vaguely reminiscent of gasoline. She panicked and thrashed about in the driver's seat, wishing someone else had stayed behind at the club...wishing that the police were patrolling the old K-Mart plaza a block away from the club...wishing her husband was there...wishing...

Then it all went black.

***

She woke up to the feel of a boot nudging her. She could barely make out the sound of a harsh male voice saying something, but she was far too groggy to understand what he was saying. There was also the sound of a television making white noise somewhere far off. She groaned and tried to get up.

But she couldn't get up. Something was holding her by the neck. Was it a hand? She reached up and suddenly the boot she felt nudging her a second ago struck her firmly in the stomach. A groan of pain escaped her lips as the fuzziness slowly started to wear off.

"Don't you touch that chain, bitch!"

She heard that loud and clear. It was almost as forceful as the kick she just felt as she slowly and agonizingly rolled over onto her side. She could barely see anything, but she looked down and was shocked. She had been stripped naked. Her breasts swayed to the side along with her, and her pierced nipples were hard as rocks from the cold air, which made them sore. Not only was she totally nude, but a metal collar had been put around her neck and she was chained to the wooden floor! 

Whimpers started escaping her lips as she frantically started moving to cover herself, but then she screamed out as an electric shock ran through her. She crumpled back to the ground, sobbing from the sudden jolt.

"You ain't going to touch yourself neither." The man said. She tried looking up, but all she could see was a strobe light shining in her eyes. It was far too dark to make out anything else.

"I-I d-d-don't...I don't have a-any money...but I-I could..." she struggled to find the words, not even knowing what to say.

"You damn right you ain't got no money! I checked your purse and all I found was ten bucks and some change!" The voice was harsh and accusing as he interrupted her. "That's all right though. 'Cause we're gettin' ready to get to know each other real good."

"But—" she started to protest again, but her words were cut short by another electric jolt which felt like it went on for an eternity.

"But what? " the voice came through clearly over her excruciating screams. "You think you're getting out of this? Nuh-uh! You're MY little bitch now!" 

She gasped for breath as the electric shock dissipated. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! Where was the police? Where was her husband?! She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a tiny, pitiful cry.

But suddenly that cold hand came out from behind the strobe shining in her face and began caressing her cheek. She cringed at the touch, both because it was almost freezing and because it was completely foreign. What was even more unsettling was the man's tone completely changed to an almost soothing manner.

"Shh...don't you worry, Becky. I'm gonna take good care of you."

How did he know her name? Who was he? She whimpered again, and then the foul smelling cloth was placed against her face again. She tried struggling, but her body was far too tired at this point. A few seconds later, everything went black.

***

She mumbled to herself sleepily and looked over at the one window in the room. It was daylight.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but a Dixie cup filled with water and a bologna sandwich were waiting for her a few feet away when she woke up. She gingerly began to crawl toward the food, only to find that the chain cut her off right before the meal was in her reach. She whimpered and struggled, using her right foot to try and drag the food forward. 

Suddenly, that strobe light went right into her eyes again, almost blinding her. And the cloth came up to her face again...

***

It was night again. How long was she out? She didn't know. But she couldn't move her legs or arms. She looked down and realized that her legs were tied in the bent position, with her thighs tied to her ankles, and her wrists were tied to those bindings. She couldn't move very much. It hurt to move, anyway. She was starting to get afraid of moving.

Whimpers escaped again as she looked over to the Dixie cup and the sandwich on the floor barely visible in the dark. She was starving and it was still out of her reach. She contemplated scooting over as close as she could to the food, but she knew that was futile. 

She thought she would die from lack of nutrition and/or water pretty soon. 

"Hello...? Is there anyone there?"

Nobody answered. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, since she was deathly afraid of that man with the strobe light. But it did mean she was free to try scooting forward. She did so, but it turned out to be even tougher than she thought. It took her an eternity to move a couple of inches closer to the food.

Then she saw the strobe light in her peripheral vision. How long had he been there?

"Goin' somewhere, Becky?"

She felt how dry her throat was as she tried speaking. Her voice came out a bit croaky. "I'm hungry." Her tone was flat and defeated; as if she knew it was totally up to him as to whether or not she would get to eat.

He chuckled. "Oh yeah, forgot that was there. My bad." The strobe light got closer and she could hear his boots sounding against the wooden floor. "You just got to ask real nicely first."

She glanced over at the strobe light, flabbergasted at what he told her to do. He kidnapped her, shocked her, kicked her, kept putting that smelly cloth to her mouth, and NOW he wanted her to ask nicely for food?! "Fuck you..." she hissed. "When I get free..."

Suddenly she felt another electric shock, sudden and quick. "When you get free?" the voice laughed, "You ain't gettin' free until I say so! Now you'll ask nice if you know what's good for you." The final sentence was tinged with a more threatening tone, and she thought she heard the sound of a gun cocking.

Her heart nearly stopped as she looked at him pleadingly. She didn't want to die. "Please...don't kill me...I-I just want the food...please..."

"You just want the food, Becky?" the voice sounded almost sympathetic. "That why you're getting all uppity?" She could hear the man approaching her and then felt the disturbingly gentle touch of a cold revolver muzzle brushing her cheek.

She nodded quickly and whimpered, looking pitiful with the pleading look on her face.

"Poor darlin'." She saw him reach down with a black gloved hand and pick up the sandwich. "Now say 'Becky bitch is sorry, sir'."

She lowered her eyes downward, ashamed that she was being degraded. Her mouth opened to speak, but only sobs came out.

"C'mon, Becky. I know you're scared, but I'll make it all better as soon as I hear you say it." The tone almost sounded encouraging.

She whimpered out in a pathetic, tiny voice, "Becky bitch is sorry, sir..." She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. She felt totally humiliated as tears ran down her face.

"Good girl." He sounded just as loving as her husband did when she was upset and comparing herself to the long legged, long haired, large breasted dancers at work. The sandwich was abruptly dropped right in front of her, where she could bend down and eat it. "Go on, eat."

She looked up at the strobe light, both confused and hopeful that she got on his good side. Then she forgot about how ashamed she was with how she was being forced to eat off the floor, and simply bent down, munching on the sandwich like a dog with dog food.

As she ate, she noticed how salty the sandwich tasted. Was that from being on the floor for so long, or did he put all the salt in it? Suddenly she was grabbed by her tousled, dirty hair and pulled back upright. She couldn't see anything with the strobe light's glare in her peripheral vision. Was there more than one person with her right now? Suddenly she felt the water from the cup splashing on her lips. She tried to keep from struggling and focused on licking the water from her mouth, whimpering the entire time in need of more water.

"I know you ain't good enough for no one else. I saw you in the club wishin' you were one of them strippers. Don't you worry, I'm going to take good care of you, Becky bitch."

She barely paid attention to the strobe light man speaking to her, but she heard it. And it made the tears flow even harder.

***

She had felt the foul cloth again, and it was starting to take its toll on her. She felt sick to her stomach when she woke up. 

She felt the cold steel of a muzzle against the back of her head and the harsh yank of the chain. "Get your bitch ass up! NOW!" The voice wasn't the same as before. And she thought she heard harsh yelling and screaming in another room. She whimpered again and struggled to her feet. It was strange that she could finally stand up after such a long time being forced to remain on all fours. How long had it been?

Her thoughts were interrupted a split second later by another cruel yank of the chain links nearest to the collar, pulling her back into whoever was tormenting her right now. "Lazy bitch! Think we're runnin' a hotel here?!"

She tried telling him what he might want to hear. "B-becky bitch is sorry...I..." she managed to croak out before she had that accursed chain yanked again.

"Shut the hell up and start movin'!"

She was dragged backwards through the dilapidated house. She didn't see anyone else here, and it appeared that the house was condemned with all the boarded-up windows. However, she still heard the group of voices throughout the place. Was someone messing with her head? Finally, she was led into a dimly lit room with what appeared to be a wooden board on a bed frame. The man shoved her toward the "bed".

"Lie down. Face up."

She was tempted to look at her captor, but she stopped herself. She remembered that electric shock she received the last time. So she just whimpered and climbed onto the board. She shut her eyes, deathly afraid of any more punishment. Then she felt the man roughly grab her wrists, and felt cold metal on them, followed by a click. She felt the same on her ankles moments later. 

Another minute passed, and she felt a gentle and soft towel on her face. Considering all the other things that had happened so far, the towel was more unnerving than it was soothing. She heard footsteps leaving the room, then coming back, followed by the thud of something being dropped on the floor.

"Hi, Becky." It was the original voice...the nice voice that brought the sandwich and water. "How are you feeling?" She felt a rough hand run over her left breast, flicking her nipple piercing. She gasped and squirmed a little out of instinct, then whimpered.

"That's good." He ran his fingers lightly down to her cunt, playing with her labia and spreading her open. "You're going to be good for daddy, right?"

She whimpered again and moaned under the towel, squirming ever so slightly while giving a quick nod. She wasn't sure if she was repulsed or relieved by the touch. It was better than the electric shocks, choking, and cruel yelling.

"Good, so are we treating you okay?"

"I-I want to go h-home..." she whimpered under the towel again.

The response was unlike anything she'd experienced before. The towel started getting damp and heavy. Soon she realized how thin the towel was, as water started permeating through and she started gagging. What was happening? It felt like she was drowning! Then the towel was pulled off of her mouth and nose, and the voice answered her.

"But you ARE home, Becky. You like it here?"

She was home? In a place where she was being tortured? "No, I--" she said while gasping for breath. Suddenly the towel was brought back down over her nose and mouth and she screamed. She didn't want to go through that again!

But instead, she felt the hand at her pussy again, this time touching and flicking against her clit, which made her squirm and cry, both out of fear and from the confusing pleasure of it. 

"You like it, right?" The tone remained gentle, even though what was happening horrified her.

She tentatively nodded in between sobs. She didn't know if he meant the house or if she liked the touch. But she'd say anything to keep from getting that drowning feeling again. The touch was starting to be more and more welcome every second.

"That's a good Becky Bitch. You like that name?" The finger on her clit moved a little faster, causing her to gasp for breath for another, much more pleasant reason.

"Mmm-hmm..." she moaned her answer.

The finger suddenly left her cunt, and ran down her leg. She instinctively raised her hips up and whimpered in need, a growing part of her wanting—needing that to continue. "Good girl. Daddy loves his Becky Bitch."

She found herself wanting to reciprocate with an "I love you, too" if for no other reason than for him to touch her again. She immediately stopped as soon as she realized how wrong that was. What were they doing to her?

Then the water began again, causing her to scream and jerk against her bonds. She struggled in vain to break free while gagging against the towel that covered her face, twisting her head this way and that. But it just seemed to last longer. After what seemed to be an eternity of torture, the towel was lifted from her mouth and nose again. She gasped for air, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Please don't hurt me like that, Becky," the man's voice spoke again, this time with a tinge of emotional hurt in it. "You want Daddy's touch, right?"

She nodded quickly, whimpering again while raising her hips in expectation. She was acting purely on instinct. 

"So you DO love me?" the tone was almost gentle and timid. It was like when her husband proposed to her. 

She took several deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts. This wasn't right. But her mind's voice was cut off again by another pleasurable touch to her clit. She moaned and moved her hips toward the fingers toying with her cunt. "Mmm...I love..." she moaned out a broken sentence after her thoughts were scrambled by the touch. 

She didn't know what her captor or captors wanted with her, she just wanted the pleasure to continue.

Becky Bitch came minutes later, and passed out from the myriad of sensations, feelings, torture, and pleasure.