Of Unknown Origin

(soft erotica short)

 

If looks could kill, he would have been dead at first glance. Not only was the look in her eyes fierce, it was menacing. Piercing through every atom that comprised his body. She just stood there, livid, staring him down.  He could offer no words. Obviously she was angry but as to why, he had not a clue. Hastily she began to undress, her anger fumigating the entire room until finally she was completely nude.

Suddenly from out of nowhere (*whack*), she slaps him across the face. Striking him with such force that the impact sounded more like a small caliber pistol had went off. He stood there, in shock with a “what was that for” look on his face. She continued on by yanking the shirt off of his chest and ripping it to shreds. He attempts to grab her bear hug style but to no avail. She was a little quicker and pushes him down on the bed. Growing increasingly bewildered by the second  he wants to get to the bottom of this but ceases his resistance so as not to allow tensions to escalate.

Whatever is bothering her, he decided it best to just let her get it out of her system. She says nothing to him and continues on. His pants are unbuckled and unzipped. Along with his underwear, they are hurriedly removed and thrown across the room. Now laying flat on the bed, the result of another angry push to his chest, he can feel her fellation. Of course he was aroused but for her it wasn’t about his pleasure, there was an all together different purpose behind her giving.

She continued on frenetically for several moments until he achieved a full erection. She then mounts him. Pressing firmly down on his chest to hold him in place she begins to ride him, each stroke increasing with force and intensity. He closes his eyes and finds his way to a synchronization with her movements. Moments later he matches her intensity. However, still without full knowledge of why all of this is transpiring. Harder and faster she rides. Seizing full control of him while losing control of herself.

Deep love, extreme hatred, dissidence, exasperation all embodied within the expression of her movements. Until he could no longer hold back against the power of her determination. After the expulsion of his surrender he lay there both amazed and befuddled. She dismounts him and retrieves her clothes. As she leaves the room headed towards the bathroom for a shower, she looks back at him and yells….

...“YOU ASSHOLE”


Rory


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