MY EROTIC STORIES

I always think of you

Thinking back to him sends an unwelcome shiver over my body, my heartbeat flutters an irregular kind of beat.

My cunt is wet, I haven’t taken a breath for the last 10 seconds, its always the same.

I didn’t know anything about him, I admired his intelligence, his mind captured something in me, his cool measured mannerisms drew me in. I craved his presence, I liked how he invaded my personal space, where ever we were standing, he was always too close. I felt powerless around him, he was something to be worshiped, I wanted to only be a whore for him, to satisfy his every whim. Nothing else mattered, there was no I anymore it was just him, I was consumed with all of him. It was only a week I had known him, and every night and morning we fucked.

I sat in my kitchen on that Friday night waiting expectantly, he were late, I was wet and missing him, frenzied with anticipation, I kept closing my eyes and imagining his hands deep between my thighs.

What happened next you can judge as you will. Sometimes it is a beautiful song that I play over and over in my mind, and sometimes a nightmare, a realization of who I really am.

I feel sick, unsettled, and I have to reach down and make myself cum hard and fast.

Sitting at the table delirious in my fantasy’s I felt hands clasp round my neck tightly , seemingly from nowhere, how did he get in? Was it him? What the fuck!

I was fighting for air and couldn’t scream as he had gagged my mouth tightly, my ears started to ring and everything went still. I remember the blank dark stare he gave before he slapped my face with such force my body went limp in his arms, he threw me to the ground and tightly bound my arms and legs and then wrapped rope across my breasts.

I could hear him laugh as he fingered my soaking wet cunt, letting me taste myself and cursing me for being such a worthless whore. I can’t remember for how long he beat me and what he used, I was petrified, he verbally abused me for hours, he beat me, fucked me in every way.

My body was a pattern of welts, angry deep purple. I know he was looking at me intensely, the aftermath, my pussy was dripping, my nipples hard and sore.

Did he care? The more I cried the harder he fucked me.

Despite my agony I opened my mouth, pushed out my tongue and offered myself to him, I loved the feeling of his big swollen cock filling my mouth, fucking me till I couldn’t breathe.

He told me my cunt had never smelt so good , it smelt of fear.

There was a cupboard in my apartment under the stairs, it was dark, damp, full of dust and with a nice big bolt on the door.

I was left in that cupboard. Soaked with tears, urine, my body screaming in agony from the welts and where the rope had cruelly cut in to my flesh.

I was left for what seemed like hours, finally I wriggled to be able to tap my foot against the door, hoping he would take pity on me and let me out to breath.

The  door easily flung open, it had never been locked. I was numb.

I felt warm breath against my neck, every hair on my body stood up, he untied my wrists, then my legs. There was no fear anymore, everything was black still, I couldn’t see.

I reached for his hand as the rope finally releases and my fingertips brushed against his arm

I layed on the cold floor listening to my heartbeat and heard the front door shut.

I never saw or heard from him again.