This is a little story I wrote. I think every girl has been in this position to a lesser or greater degree. It’s painful to experience these emotions but it’s important to talk about them. People often paint a picture of being single as an amazing sexual free for all but they always leave out how it actually feels to have no strings sex. Admittedly it’s not consistently like this. I know a lot of people who enjoy anonymous sex, one night stands or being the other half of a fuck buddy. However when you’re in a place when all you want is for someone to love you, take care of you and appreciate you as a human being having sex with someone who does none of those things will most certainly make you feel this way. I wrote after having a conversation with my friend today about how badly some people treat others, especially after having sex with them. This isn’t true but I think we can all take parts of this and relate to it. I can.
I feel his hands attack my waist. My skin slides across his bedsheets. I grab at his headboard, trying to get away from his advances.
‘My pussy is so sore…’ I protest pathetically.
This is technically true. We’d fucked 8 times today.
‘You can take it’ he commands and drags me into the middle of his bed. Towering over me menacingly, his presence is undeniable. He bends me over pushing me into his pillow.
‘Please!’ I moan half muffled.
‘Fine’ he grunts reaching over to his bedside table to pick up the tiny bottle of lube that lies beside me.
He coats his hand in it and slowly strokes my vagina.
All day he has used me. Spat on me, slapped me, and anally penetrated me. Beat me with the back of a hairbrush until I cried. Throat fucked me until I almost threw up. This is the only kind notion he has demonstrated towards me today and I can’t but help feel enamoured by him. It’s the time honoured tradition of females falling for men who treat them badly.
His fingers gently massage in the last bit of lube. I inwardly groan knowing that he’ll be back to slamming my ladyparts as hard as he can soon.
I scream out in pain as his dick enters my used up vaj. The lube barely helps as I feel his whole girth force its way inside of me.
He fucks me quickly. His balls slap against my thighs.
I am nothing more than a set of holes to him.
‘It hurts!’ I cry out, I want him to stop. Badly.
His hands grab my bruised bottom and I feel him squeezing as hard as he can.
It makes me whimper in pain.
I wish he was done. I wish he would spunk inside me for the ninth time so I could get into my own bed and clutch my swollen pussy. If only he’d spare me and wank off into the toilet. But he won’t.
He notices I’m distracting myself from him. From his torturous fucking. He pulls at my hair as hard as he can. I feel the blood rush to my head. It makes me dizzy.
‘Oi, you stupid whore’ he pounds me again, this time much rougher.
My vagina feels as if it is being ripped apart. I am one hundred percent sure there’s tearing down below. It would not surprise me if I was bleeding.
How it hurts. The friction from his cock is too much to take.
I want to cry. But I can’t reveal this side of myself to him.
I’m vulnerable though.
I can only take so much without any compassion. I’m not made of stone, however much I want him to think I am.
He thrusts madly into me again, over and over and over. Non-stop fucking is driving me crazy. I used to be one of those people who enjoyed sex. Until I met him. Until he sucked it out of me. Until I felt someone fuck me when I wasn’t stimulated enough.
He has to be almost done, surely?
His member is like sandpaper inside me.
Then finally as he squirts his hot sperm inside me I gasp out loud.
Curled up in a foetus position on his bed small, silent tears escape my right eye. I so desperately want him to cradle me in his arms, kiss my forehead, pull the blankets over me and tell me how much he loves me.
Except he won’t do any of that, because he doesn’t love me and I don’t love him. He’s just another man who I’ve let have sex with me.
Yet another guy I’ve fucked because I think he’s going to somehow end up as my boyfriend one day. The reality is he won’t. As soon as I leave his door he’ll stop returning my text messages and move on to another less insecure, less promiscuous girl who he’ll inevitably start a loving relationship with. What will I be left with?
‘I’m going now’ I say rubbing my eyes.
He scrunches his dick in his hand, letting his flaccid member slap his right leg. He giving me a look of self-pity.
I get dressed and leave.
I hang around on his front doorstep for a while. Letting what I have done sink in a little.
He opens his bedroom window. I can hear him on the phone to someone.
‘Hi baby girl. When are you coming home? I miss you.’
Not even a one night stand. Just a cheap fuck from a disgusting prick who can’t keep his dick inside his pants.