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Wow... What was that? Last night, was too amazing, short lived but amazing all the same. Bill had called me, not too late at night, Adam wasn’t home. Where was he? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. He sounded winded, desperate, wanting. We didn’t speak, he just had me from behind, and it was different, magical. He, he made love to me.
Did he?
Was that what that was? What had gotten into him? Was this happening for real?  Did he just fall in love with my pussy or me? Was it even possible was I being naive? I don’t think I was. People wake up and realise they are making stupid mistakes all the time. What if this was going to be my happy ending? 

The conversation had gone, the instructions had gone.

“Are you home?”

“Yes sir”

“Shower get dressed, jogging clothes, whatever you must. You need to be by the loft now.” What? Huh? Now? He calls randomly all the time but I had gotten used to a pattern. Thursday night? Work next morning? He wanted me... I went willingly. I’d deal with Adam whenever it is he decided to come home. If he did. I went to my neighbour and asked her to watch Alex he could play with her little girl Joy. I took off in shorts and a half of top. Drove at every speed limit, I wasn’t trying to get a ticket but I was trying to get some buddy. I giggled to myself.

He ball gagged me by the door pulled my clothes off. Pulled his off all in the darkness of his living room and then we made our way to the master bedroom.

I sang to myself in the copying room “Tonight we’re gonna do something different; tonight we’re gonna touch a little different.” Humming my way through the day.
Things were looking up, oh finally.
I shook the feeling of disbelief I had been feeling. This was not a dream, if it was I never intended to wake up. Adam had come home. My where about hadn’t been in question, I got back before he came in at eleven forty-two. Safe. I was looking forward to a good weekend. My boss had even noticed.

“Ms. Bell? It was a good night?” She jokingly asked a little before my lunch time. I relived the slow pace Bill had put on me. It was different, good different. I wasn’t embarrassed; I was fucked the right way last night. I hope it continues this way and on. Maybe I won’t feel the need to go back to Adam any more. Though I still didn’t know how Bill felt about kids. When he found out I was pregnant. I was banished to some extent, no calls nothing. Did he know what the sex drive of a woman in her third trimester was like? I had a hard delivery, Adam hadn’t touched me either. My motivation to get my body back after the baby had worked. After all celebs do it all the time.

I sighed in bliss; I saw his tall darkness in the canteen wetting myself just seeing him. Women got butterflies, I got fluids. He didn’t see me but seeing him had me wanting him to cock me up in the tea room and milking me. I smirked. I could be a slut sometimes. Slutty in the good way of course. I smiled my hips in full swing today, not paying anyone any mind. I was finally getting my man, THE man. Things couldn’t get any better.

When I think about it, there’s always room for improvement. I was getting ahead of myself.

I thought about going to visit him at the office but I know how he dislikes having his time being wasted. Maybe I could just go visit my old colleagues. I went. He wasn’t there. I however said hi to all the familiar faces, I saw his new assistant... she was everything I wasn’t I wondered if he’d been fucking her. Then I remember his policy. She looked a little over dressed for work. My god is that how I looked while I was trying to get his attention? I made a mental note to send a memo about appropriate work attire on my way back to my floor. Call me a hypocrite but I was only doing my job. I don’t need her trying to steal my man when I’d finally made a dent in our now developing and on track relationship.

Bill was having his way with me from behind rubbing my clit slowly, entering me slowly my face sunken into the sheets, hands behind my back as he held them in one hand and used the other to sink my back angling my ass perfectly for his dick. His thickness filling me. Plunging slowly I could feel him watching my body reacting as he nested himself deep inside me curling to my unborn children. I realised the breath I’d been holding the entire time as I adjusted to his width and length.

I woke from my dreaming to Jonathan shaking me softly and kissing my neck.

“You were making moaning noises in your sleep,” with that he disappeared beneath the sheets. I felt him slowly kissing down my stomach and to my navel, slowly circling his tongue, kissing down ward nibbling my mound through my cotton underwear, I sighed as a ripple of pleasure surged through me at the feel of his hot breath on my most sensitive area. He part my legs kissed my panty line licked each, he then kisses my inner tight and removed my underwear as he kissed down to my feet and made his way up. Slowly he traced my slit. His warm tongue had made me wet in that very nano-second. He parted, slowly he licked my juices, and tongue fucked me, slowly at first, and then circled my clit pressing the tip of his tongue to it. Thrusting my hips gently forward I held his head with one hand and my mouth with the other. I knew it was probably early in the morning; I looked over at the digital alarm clock 3:00. I was loud, I knew that. Biting my bottom lip I ran my fingers through his hair tugging so he knew I was enjoying him eating me out. It motivated him. He began a slow assault on the tiny pleasure button between my clit and hole. I kept thinking
go, go, go, go
. As Jonny ate his midnight snack and I came all over his mouth.

I laid panting my heart rushing and pussy pulsing as he climb up and allowed me the pleasure of sucking myself from his chin and lips. He entered me, stroked me buried his face beside mine and quietly, slowly penetrated me over and over again until we both orgasmed moaning my name, me rolling over and falling asleep.

***

I’d finally done it. I’d poured my soul out in Lust and temptation. I felt alive, I felt nervous I felt nauseated but I felt an emotional freedom on that stage. Emancipated and ready to take on anything, liberated. I felt like I was being watched,
well of course you were being watched idiot by a crowd of almost 30 persons.
I felt a familiar energy, one that intimidated me. I told Jonathan I’d finally done it. He’s gone with me before, but never heard me do a poem. “Babes that great!” he genuinely said. “Can I hear it?”

“It’s a new one, you’ve never read it. The rush is gone I probably can’t remember it” I made up an excuse because the moment he read or heard it he’d know I’d been lusting for a different man. He’d know that I wasn’t talking about him. The poems I’d written about him weren’t as good but they weren’t coming from the same place this one was. Plus he knew I was not very confident about performing in front of people especially him. I didn’t know how to show that side of me to any one person. On that stage I am a different person, the adrenaline the hair saluting on the back of my neck the way what happens in my mind comes out perfectly from my lips. All along my words had been my voice, though I had been afraid of it. Silly... Afraid of my own voice.

Jonny being home this often seemed to come around at the wrong time, I got good at hiding things, hiding my thoughts, he’d been good at first cause I had worn my heart on my sleeve, I’d been feeling my heart less and less these days, my body had been crying out instead. Was the secret to letting go my sexual freedom? Had I been keeping a leash on it that was too tight? I’ve written a sexual poem before but nothing like Lust and temptation, more sex less passion.. That poem was pure desire and raw passion. I’ve never felt that good, not listening to anyone not writing anything, not even an orgasm compared to the high I’d been on performing.. Ok maybe orgasm was a little extreme. You know what I mean don’t you?

I needed to feel Bill inside me and soon. My mind had been so corrupted, so starved. If I watched one more BDSM porn video I’d probably burst. It soon became my favourite category on the tube sight I so frequently visited in my earlier years. I watched paid attention. The acting was poor as usual but I paid attention none the less.
Sexy girl tied up and fucked in both holes
,
BDSM
my favourite.  

The dreams were continuing. I was afraid Jonathan would soon hear me moan Bill’s name in my sleep. I wasn’t about to say his name in a another man’s bed; our bed. I let him eat me as much as I could. It was a quick orgasm, he was very good at it. More orgasms the less I’d dream about sex I’d thought. Didn’t work. I had to have full on sex to stop the dreams. When Jonny was too tired, I let him lay there and ride him condomless to an orgasm. He didn’t complain. He could tell something was wrong, he expected me to talk about it when I was ready like we normally did. But there was no way I was going to tell Jonathan that I’d been fantasizing and dreaming about a man that wanted to do aggressive things to me.

It was Friday evening, and I didn’t have anything to do once again, I called Becky.

“Heyyyy?” She drawled, I heard her turn her blow dryer off. Becky was a stud she explained to me one day, not a butch but definitely not a fem.  She wore her long mane in a ponytail caught to the back. “I don’t want another girl fucking me. I’ll do all the fucking and if I feel like it I’ll let her eat me out. But I usually get off from getting her off”. I’d regret asking the question the moment it came out of my mouth.

“Nothing, here bored. Jonny covering some event ecstatic Fridays I think. Boredddd, What you up to? Have you heard anything from Kim?” Kimberley was the middle friend, we were besties but Kim had fit in some time ago, I don’t even remember how we met.

“Getting ready to go check this girl from Hampton she’s country but cute. I could ditch and keep your company if you want, we watched  movie or something, and no, the last time Kim told me she was going Stalin still haven’t heard from her since.”

“Nah that’s ok I don’t want to ruin your plans. Kim, try not to mix up with anybody who claim they know black magic to try and tie that man she keeps talking about ok! Tell me about this girl. What she looks like?” I joked about Kim.

I really could care less about the girl but Becky was my best friend and sometimes I missed her. So hearing her talk was good.

“Kkkkkaayyy the girl an ass! Jesus! Wanna eat her out from behind. You might be straight but even you would’ve admitted she’s really hot.”

I laughed to myself rolling my eyes, right ... however I had to hand it to Becky she had taste. I met a few of her girls. Most of them didn’t like me either they pretended they weren’t attracted to me and acted bitchy or they saw the way Becky looked at me sometimes and jealousy got the best of them, some of them even had that jealousy issue when there was nothing at all to be jealous about, not that there ever was but still. Lesbians are supper protective apparently. Becky’s told me stories of her friends beating other girls for their women even in the middle of Half-Way-Tree. Guess chilling with her was out of the picture. I let her entertain me while she got herself together for her “date”. Do Australian’s even know the meaning of what a date is? I’ve never heard of a couple actually say they were dating. Somehow the courting process had died with pop culture and prostitutes. “Aaaahhh”

“You sure you’re ok Kay?”

Why didn’t Becky call me Veronica like everybody else. Kay was such a common name. I had stopped paying attention to her, wasn’t sure what in god’s name she was taking about now. “Yea I’m aite, guess I’mma go sleep.”

“My offer still stands, I’ll bail on this chick if you want me to, laters”. She didn’t wait for a reply because she knew she wouldn’t get one. Becky knew me well. What was it with human desire. We either chase what we can’t have, what we shouldn’t have or run circles around the sun trying to attain what we know will never be ours deep down. Weakness, that’s it. Humans are weak strong in the flesh but weak in the heart and mind. Why men cheat, why women cheat, all sins of the flesh. I laid back, meditation, not really, more like contemplating. Groaning rubbing my neck and flexing my back I got up, you tube will be my friend. I googled my favourite poem and listened to a pretty brown girl with a kinky afro tell her secret of being a closeted freak. Is that me? Am I That girl? She’d never be that girl. But could I be content with being a back door whore, a girl on the side? Why?

When I’d have a man who I knew would in fact someday wife me? It’s hard to say you want something so much less. Like a fool giving up deep joy for shallow happiness.. simply because my body wanted it. Lust, it was the sin of my mind, why was I able to even fantasies the way I could, what kind of “gift” was that? Temptation, why was I yearning for him the way I was. What would I be earning? Nothing better than the ultimate joy. There was no complete happiness. I had to give something up before something got the best of me.

Hours passed. And there I was, sure I was going to fuck Bill. I stopped lying to myself. I refuse to feel guilty, many women act like they aren’t tigresses on the prowl for fresh dick. Well I’m a woman and woman who will not be chained to judgment and stereotyping.

Jonathan wasn’t home. Most nights he wasn’t when the news hit, he wasn’t. Like when the incursion took place, I’d worried, he’d been excited. He wanted to write the best story ever. And I understood the desire, I wanted to write the best poem ever. We had that artsy thing in common. We didn’t agree on everything like his taste in music versus mine or the way he dressed sometimes but he had been,
“My forever and always from the beginning”
That was a line from a poem I wrote about him, it stuck it soothed my need for a description. What was I going to do? I’d been so sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. And now I wasn’t? I am driving myself crazy going back and forth with him about this.

I went to work. Evening came. The haunting hadn’t ceased it hadn’t gotten any better. This was beyond me. I had been having severe lower back pains; I assumed it was from either sitting with poor posture or from standing too long over Sophia. Days had passed since I agreed to be Bill’s sub and the only sexual action between us had been when he publicly humiliated me at my own will I the closet at Ray’s, though no one knew what was happening a part of me, the part that thought, was still embarrassed. It was all a part of the game. It was time to pull up my socks and start playing hard ball. I was going to make him want me as much as I wanted him.

We spoke often, every night at around 7:30 pm he called, sitting over his microwaved meal and reading the day’s old news. We talked about anything and everything as long as it was something worth talking about, everything except what had happened and sex. Typical I thought, once again he was forcing me to make the first move, did he just think I was a desperate girl who knew nothing about sex and was dying to give away my virginity? But the truth must have been translucent if not transparent. I was desperate, but only for him. My body had given me no choice, it reflected, in the way I felt and in the way I acted; and in the way I had begun to treat Jonathan.

“My back feels as if it’s getting worse though, I think I’ll look up a chiropractor in the yellow pages or something to have it looked at.”

“What part of your back?” he couldn’t hide the genuine concern as much as he tried to play bore of my tactics, if only they really were though, my back was really fucked up. “It’s mostly the lower part, really really lower, my extreme lower back”              I heard him coughing as if he was choking on his grilled chicken breast and potato salad of the night. I quietly laughed to myself; he thought I was being perverted.

“Bill I’m serious, that was not a joke, it really does hurt, and it’s been hurting for a while now.”

“Ok, ok my bad, but maybe you should get it looked at, if it’s that bad.”

“Ya, maybe Becky can recommend somebody, other than the lesbian masseuse from Handover she met at a bar.” Becky was always trying to mix me with her gay friends. I told her over and over again, I don’t swing that way.

“Masseuse?” He paused, my heart skipped a beat, was that a pang of jealousy or something? This call was just getting better, a girl loves to know when a man is jealous of her in the arms of another man, or woman in this case, since Becky was so determine.

“Ya, a masseuse though I already told you both I’m not gay, and I don’t like women...”

“If you wanted a massage you could’ve just said so Veronica, rather ask politely and I’d be happy to help you out.” DING!!! The alarm bell went off in my head, kill two birds with this enormous bolder I suppose? This was it; he’d played right into my hands. My nipples became the eyes that reflected the smiley face my heart was making. Or so I thought. A woman still had to play hard to get, but I knew Bill was way too serious despite wanting me, I decided against it and jumped at the opportunity since he offered. “Sure I’d love a massage from you, you do have strong hands” I chimed into the receiver. He was silent, and then he cleared his throat. Minutes, “Bill?” The line hadn’t gone dead.

“I’m not sure we have an understanding. I don’t recall offering you a massage.”

What?! I was dumbfounded. Is this man a psycho? Was he losing it?

“But, you just said…”

“I just said you should ask for a massage.”

I sighed oh, the game, does it ever stop?

“Sir, may I please have a message from your lovely hands?” I asked in my most approved puppy face and baby voice, despite him not being aware of my expression.

“You know better than to sass me Veronica, but it’s late and I’m tired, it was a long week.” He exaggerated a yawn I noted; hmm maybe he did have a humorous side.  “You can come over tomorrow I guess, at about midday. I’ll text you the directions from Ray’s.”

Thank God he hadn’t said from my house because then a different ding would’ve gone off. I’d been careful to ensure he never knew where my house was, after all my house wasn’t just a house. It was a home. Me and Jonathan’s home. I quickly accepted before I second guessed what I’m sure I was about to do. “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow”, we hung up. I was elated, I was finally ready to pull out the big guns and show him what I was made of. Tomorrow would change everything. For better and possibly for worst. There would be release of my body and hopefully an ease on my mind.