intromission

The room is dark and hazy. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a string of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My sight is coming into focus. I see a Black man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his waist ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't think of anything from the last time of day. I have no melodic theme how I got here. All I know is my pussycat is benumb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his place. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his shank and has his turn. I don't understand what's going on, but I know I don't want it to end.

It doesn't. It goes on for hour. I don't know what metre it is ; if it's morning or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to knock-down orgasm. My body feels like jelly.

Then I see person I recognize. I know his name. The remembering temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loud music, people, drinking and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in figurehead of me, pull me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the roof. All I see is a single bright Light Within above me. His shaft smell so adept, so thick and big.

"Your married man is going to know we stretched out that slit of yours, missy Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his rosehip upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my left hand above me, I see my hymeneals ringing. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. Sir Thomas More memories return.

She did tell me to remove it. She said I needed this night, she said I deserve it.

Another sexual climax courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrists tied. I can hear the Sir Ernst Boris Chain rattling as I go up and down on Fat Rob's cock.

"I bet he can't please you like this,"Fat Rob says, still taking me.

I shake my head. Did Leanna know this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

More computer memory return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a construction. I see her smiling look after she whispers in my ear to relax and cause fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupid night club.

Images of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my commission, waving me over. My husband, Doug, I see his nerve next. Was Leanna trying to get me to jockey on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slaps my ass, grits his tooth, and cums inside me. It feels so good. His huge freight of warm ejaculate fill me up. He steps away smiles, laughing,"That's a good pussy, Miss Brandi. How old did you say you were ?"

I can't remember. I can't even remember my age."F-forty,"I struggle to talk."Something."

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My blazon don't hurt, neither do my wrist joint. My dead body is mush in his munition. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my left-hand mitt,"That's a nice rhombus your married man got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't answer, I can barely talk."Six eld,"I'm capable to get out, answering his inquiry about my marriage to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his dampen stopcock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to radiate brightly against his nighttime brown shaft.

The next matter I know, the way dims, darker and darker before going pitch shot black. My jumble computer storage return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A twin months ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my office waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a head-shrinker. I can't dictate medication ; I don't have a doctorate. Therapist is an satisfactory terminus for my profession I suppose.

He was a new patient. He was running late that day.

I remember fiddling with my wedding ring, intellection of Doug, thought process of his grin. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a yr prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. study is certainly more active agent, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd generate this guy a few Thomas More minutes to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my job suit of clothes, and looked out the window. I watched the rain downfall, covering the parking lot, the railroad car in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

There was a knock at the doorway, without thinking I said"come in"still watching the rain. I remember Doug and I had sex outside last year in the rain once. It was summer time though.

"Hello ?"the voice spoke up behind me, shaking me from my trance.

I turned around and saw him. My mouth nearly dropped open. I was looking at the most attractive man I had ever seen.

"Um, hi, hello, come up in,"I stammered. I cleared my throat, approached him, extending my hand. I introduced myself as Brandi.
He shook it softly, smiling back at me. With my high cad on, I was his tiptop, around 5'10"or so.

"Hi, I'm Ulysses. Nice to meet you,"he nodded, looking around the office for a chair.

I watched him, Doug temporarily leaving my persuasion. Ulysses was very hefty, wearing a tight tee shirt, and cargo pants. The rainwater had an consequence on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it gleam. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, feel detached to sit there or the frame. Whatever is well-fixed,"I spoke up.

With my pen and paper, I took a seat across from him. He chose the chair.

He was nervous, most number one timer are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new affected role. He was having that effect on me.

"So, Ulysses, what can I do for you ?"

"Well, um, not for certain where to begin. I guess I'm just having issues when it comes to a certain prospect of my life-time,"Ulysses answered.

"Ok, well I'll do my best to provide guidance."

"Yeah, well, it's,"he paused. I could see the nerves.

"You can tell me. Are you having stress or anxiousness issues ? Problems coping with workplace, problems adjusting to changes in life history ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

"It's sex,"he blurted out, quickly feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, I see,"my intellect initially thought of carrying out return. I've counseled a few family line that had anxiety and early return that affected their sex sprightliness negatively.

"No, not performance trouble. I just um,"he read my mind and paused again.

Thinking about past patients, I pressed him further."Sexual orientation issues ? Maybe another type of dysfunction ?"

Ulysses shook his head."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my life. Everything about liveliness revolves around it. I can't get away from it and everything ends up in sex."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. My eyes darted quickly to his brawny frame, then to his apprehension pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this John L. H. Down on my notepad."So you feel you may suffer some sorting of dependency to sex ?"

"No. I don't. That's the thing. I'm not addicted. The thought of going weeks or month without it, yeah I guess it'd suck, but I'd be ok. I wouldn't have withdrawals."

"Ok, so no addiction. Can you excuse what you mean by sex being your animation ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rain outside."No matter what I do, who I meet, where I go, sex is always involved. Sometimes it's alien, sometimes not, but it never fails. I go out of townspeople for piece of work, girl at the hotel front desk. I fly out of the body politic for work, the flight attendant on the plane. I want to go catch a picture show alone late one night, the college student that works there. I even offered to help do M work for an older charwoman I know, and well, like everything else, it ended up with sex."

"So they initiate ?"

"Yes, always."

"Why is this bothering you ?"

"Because, sometimes I feel like that's all I do or am. There's more to life. I tried finding it. I'd go on holiday alone, I'd always gather a woman."

"Have you thought about simply saying no or choosing not to allow the sex to fall out ?"I asked.

"Yeah, I've thought of that. But these charwoman, were so beautiful,"Ulysses answered. Then he said something that made me inhale sharply, hoping he didn't hear me.

"All these beautiful women, white women, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White women ?"I asked, my ticker rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but to the highest degree all have been Theodore Harold White. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not finger like a piece of meat, but there's just something so beautiful about them,"Ulysses said, eyes to the floor.

I didn't know where to go from here. I went the standard, distinctive itinerary. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all quatern, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The wall look like they're on fire. Am I in blaze ? Is this daemon, Fat Rob, going to give me what I need ?

He tosses this whip aside and penetrates me again, slamming his hips into my ass. I glance to my wedding ring.

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to apologize before another sexual climax comes over me.

Fat Rob take hold of my dirty-blonde locks, pulling my head back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the fiery effect of the wall subsides, I lightlessness out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her name is Devin. She was a younger, white charwoman, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

"You used submit tense when you told me her name."

"Yes, we're still a part of each former's life. Even since their divorce a few years ago."

I made a note and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wondrous. She helped raise me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years previous than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to pic ; she'd take me to sporting events while my dad worked. She was a great protagonist. Then I got older."

"That's when thing became more intimate ?"

"Yes. It was consensual. There was no assault, she didn't sexually abuse me. But she gave herself to me. She taught me everything about sex. I was untested and foolish, maybe I had a crush on her, maybe I loved her - I don't know. But it was incredible. Our secret affair."

Ulysses chuckled thinking of a memory.

"What ?"I asked.

"For my high schoolhouse graduation exercise present, she threw me a surprisal party. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the party, I was the only guy from my shoal there. I have no estimation how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every exclusive girl in my high-pitched school graduating course to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, basketball game instrumentalist, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

"Ok,"I knew where this was headed."What about this political party made you laugh softly ?"

Ulysses'face went serious."About 100 fille showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the unity that showed up, they were Andrew Dickson White. There was a line out of our sign of the zodiac, going to the sidewalk and down the street. All these girls,"Ulysses paused.

"It's ok,"I smiled gently at him."You can tell me. I'm here to understand and help."

"They all, um, hinge upon me until they climaxed. The first girlfriend would go, she'd get off me, then future and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my principal, the visual sinking in, the imagination of 100 18-year-old white girls in a bloodline riding this man's blackamoor hammer - I shook my header, I didn't want these thoughts there.

"I see, so that was her show to you. Sex."

"Yes. Afterward, they all left, hugging me bye, saying good fortune at college, and so on, Devin and I remained. We made love in my elbow room. I didn't close with those little girl, but I did finish in her."

I took greenback and paused,"Do you get laid Devin ?"

"Yes, very much."

"Yet you have sex with other women ?"

"Her and I aren't technically a couple. I sorta view her as a female parent frame. She's like the mom I never had and loves me in every way. I guess our kinship is open, unconditional."

Curiosity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with other women, most are white. Is this a daily event ?"

"Yes. If it's not Devin, it's three or four other regulars I suppose."

Thoughts of several white cleaning woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my principal. I looked at his implements of war, thighs - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"Have you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your founder isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your previous step-mother ?"

"No, he lives in LA and doesn't know her and I are like this. And no, it wasn't the cause of their divorce. He was caught several times cheating, and since Devin and I were a thing, she went ahead and divorced him."

I checked the time, it was nearing the end of his first session. We chatted a little more about Devin, how much she means to him, how much they care for one another.

"Ulysses, I want you to really show her how much you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an capable kinship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, movies, hiking, something that isn't sexual. Maybe even suggest you and her go scoop. From talking with you about her, it sounds like she loves you like a son and a lover. That's up to you though. Mainly, spend extra time with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook custody and I told him I'd see him adjacent week.

I watched him from my windowpane, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but retrieve how handsome and nice he was. No curiosity white cleaning lady like him. I felt disgrace for thinking that, clutching my allow for bridge player, running my fingerbreadth over my wedding ring.

*

I hear my daughter somewhere. She's crying out in pleasure. One of Fat Rob's friends must be fucking her. I'm in Fat Rob's limb, kissing him as he bounces me on his cock. I never want to leave this place.

He's taking me somewhere, down a hallway. We enter a room. I see my daughter on a bed, riding a melanise man, her hands in her long red head of hair, grinding her hips against him. He has a self-satisfied look on his face watching her ride him.

Fat Rob lays me down next to Leanna and climbs on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her hair."I love black peter. I'm so glad we went out tonight."

I try to answer, but can't. The massive Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so good once more.

After seeing and hearing Leanna cum again, the men take a recess, leaving us alone. She rolls over, smiling at me. Did she bring me here ? I still can't shape this out. The room goes drab again.


-3-

cerebration back to Ulysses'second appointment, I decided to ask about his work-life.

"Sex there too,"he bluntly admitted."No I'm not a male prostitute."

I laughed,"I didn't think you were."

"I've done yoga instruction, personal flight simulator work, but mostly some, well, fitness mould,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"Right. Different localization for various photoshoots. Been to Europe, Brazil, all over."

"So you have sex with people you meet there ? Locals ?"I asked.

"Sometimes. It's mostly coworkers though. Usually after photo shoots with me, we'll sports meeting up for drinks and end up in my bed."

"Has this caused issues for your work ?"

"Not yet. None of the cleaning woman have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another good example, or tried to fudge their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama free. But still,"Ulysses shook his head.

"What ?"

"It's work, it's a job. Sex shouldn't be involved. I mean, I feel unprofessional."

"You don't have to sleep with these fair sex though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

"I know but, it's so hard,"Ulysses said. My intellection went to something else that would be gruelling - his hard-on. I scolded myself internally and focused on my job.

"Perhaps you could request a alteration at work ? Maybe shooting for different type of ads - ones that don't feature distaff models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a cartridge called Elite Magazine. I thought it was going to be simple stuff and nonsense in the gym, doing exercising, lifting weights and so on. It'd be for their health and fitness segment of the magazine. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

"Go on,"I urged, slightly looking forward to how sex became involved.

"Turns out the powder store is marketed toward sinister men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female models are White River. And it just so materialise white female person models are used in pretty much every article type. seaworthiness, health, cars, street bicycle, entertainment department all have lightlessness male models and Patrick White female models."

"I see, so that's where the sex occurred,"I nodded, imagining him taking a model off the set after a photoshoot and pinning her against the wall, having sex.

"Right,"he continued."Both of them,"he added.

"Both ?"

"There were two models. Two blonde, fairly big in the buttocks,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing flyspeck recitation rig. They posed us in all variety of ill at ease airs to ready it look like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were dainty girls, but I knew sex with the two of them would happen. They purposefully made sure as shooting to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

"Did you think about saying no ? Or asking them to gage down ?"I asked, knowing he probably enjoyed it.

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these affectedness. Jenna would be in strawman of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One pose of the both of them face me, my arms around them resting my hired hand on their lowly back. It all led up to it."

"It ?"I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it.

"Yeah. After the shoot, they found me in the shower. Both were naked, both entered, and well, the water ran cold we were in there so long. Then afterward we kept going, they used their ‘ gifts'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big arse."I see. Well to drive thing away from sex, perhaps consider -"

"A career modification ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a grinning and prolonged eye inter-group communication before I continued the session.

*

The room is so brightly now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried semen is all over me. I'm somewhere fellow. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping mordant men.

"No,"I struggle to allow for our bedroom, using the wall to stabilize me. I don't infliction putting on clothes.

I hear moan coming from Leanna's room. I barge in and see her being treble teamed by two lightlessness men."Hey Mom,"she says in between moans and grunts.

Fat Rob is in my kitchen, eating breakfast he must've Captain James Cook for himself.

"You have to impart. Now ! My husband will be home soon. Doug can't see this,"I plead.

"Sure,"Fat Rob smiles, finishing his testis. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his bunch make their way out.

I hear Leanna whining and complaining as the two men she's with leave of absence. Some are clothed, some are bare, there must've been 15 men in the house. I can't believe what I've done.

I start crying, looking at my wedding ring. Leanna doesn't care, she happily walks about, totally nude.

"What a night !"she laughs."Hopefully Doug won't find out and we can do it again and again and again !"

I can't believe her. I can't believe this has happened. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. I run away, I run to my bedroom.

Strange, the shower is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so befuddle now. I enter the bathroom and pull in back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friends is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that monolithic calamitous putz, stimulate my head, take a mysterious intimation and get in the shower with him.


-4-

I don't do it his name, or why he stayed behind. Why didn't he leave with Fat Rob, why couldn't he lavish elsewhere ?

He's fucking me hard from behind. I know my husband will be home soon, but I couldn't resist. What's incorrect with me ?

Doug can't see this. I have to end this, I have to get this guy out of the sign, but I can't. I don't want to. I want him to keep fucking me.

"Brandi ? You dwelling ?"I hear Doug call off out to me.

"Here !"I manage to say. The black guy I'm in the shower with is slamming hard into me. The slapping sounds are too loud.

I go to my human knee, sucking all over this black cock when Doug enters the lavatory."How was your tripper ?"I ask from behind the cascade curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's dick as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the swallow hole. I can't think where he went, but I'm guessing work related.

"You and Leanna have a nice weekend ?"He asks me. My head is bobbing back and forth on the cock. The black-market guy has his manpower on my capitulum holding me in place.

"Brandi ?"I hear him say, turning off the sink.

"Mmhmm ! Great !"I manage to get out.

"commodity,"Doug leaves the bathroom. I stand, kiss the smuggled guy, and become back around in the exhibitioner. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't avail but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! Stomach aching,"I answer. The man snaffle my nous, kissing my neck opening, then wring my tits from behind.

"Sorry sweetie. Anyway, I'm going to finish unpacking,"I heard Doug say as he left."Enjoy your shower."

"I will,"I whisper just before another orgasm comes over me.

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can appear over the top of the rain shower pall now, into the bedroom. The black man is bouncing me up and down on him. I see Doug happily unpacking. He has no idea his wife is in the shower with a melanise guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he hail in and stop it ? How can he not know ? Where are the black guy's apparel ? Energy Doug see them ?
My heart roll in the back of my psyche once more as I feel my pussy fill with semen. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this disastrous guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his shaft clean of surplus semen - it tastes so unspoilt. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is open. Did I open it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower devotee cheerio and watch him exit our place through her sleeping room. I climb in bed and wait for my husband to return.

When he does he line up me bare, legs spread. He undresses and climb on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can sense a conflict. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my promontory to reckon out the back porch, the double-doors are still spread. Doug is still on top, kissing my neck. I see mortal on the porch.

It's Fat Rob, he's smugly grinning at me. He's watching my husband make love to me. Fat Rob takes his putz out, shaking it playfully. How did he get there ? Was he picking up his friend ? I don't know, I watch him, I picture that big calamitous cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the Lapp metre. Fat Rob nods, puts his cock back in his bloomers and leaves.

As the coming head, I kiss Doug. His cum instant later.

Time amphetamine by, the sun sets, Doug is watching a secret plan after dinner party, Leanna is out - I've no idea where she is. I don't remember talking to her.

I write Doug a quick note. I tell him Leanna is having car bother, I'm going to peck her up. I leave it next to the mesa by his reclining chair. I kiss his forehead and leave.

*

This whiplash hurts so bad, but feels so very good. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't remember even asking for it, but these pitch blackness men are taking turns doing it and fucking me as I hang from my radiocarpal joint again.

I scream out with pain and pleasance. I don't want them to stop even though I don't understand why they are doing this.

With each whip cracking I think back to my third academic session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something much nicer and sexier than usual attire for my next appointee with Ulysses. It was a tighter, unforesightful dress, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding ring, I felt silly, but figured no trauma would come from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a vast portion of your sprightliness, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to relieve oneself ataraxis with ? Perhaps to do that would aid you feel more fulfillment out of life."

Ulysses was quiet, contemplating what I said, but also searching his thoughts.

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to do, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a woman at a club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every clip I go to clubs, but she was unlike. She had long, wooden-headed Brown University pilus, blue middle and she was short. She was so commanding, like she was a boss or manager, and knew what she wanted and how to get it."

"She wanted you ?"I asked, knowing the answer, not blaming the woman.

"Yeah."

I leaned forward a bit, hoping he'd coup d'oeil at my segmentation."So what do you regret ?"

"Megan took me household. We were in her kitchen, living room, everywhere, having sex. We ended up in her bed. That's when I learned she was married,"Ulysses explained.

My centre widened."Married ?"

"Yeah. I should've left wing. I've been in that spot before, and always felt atrocious. I'm not the kind of guy that purposelessly goes out and attempt to ruin marriage, or get white women to cheat, or leave their husbands for me. The few times I've slept with a married charwoman - I hate to say this, but it was accidental. I wasn't planning on it or searching for it."

My breathing was temperamental, my mettle pumping,"Um, ok, I see. So you and Megan had sex and there was regret."

"Yes, but I didn't leave, I stayed,"Ulysses sighed. I could tell there was more he wanted to share.

"You were enjoying it."

"Yes, but then she told me to tie her up. Megan wanted me to do it by her articulatio radiocarpea. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to look in her water closet. She told me to get out a whiplash she was hiding there."

"A whiplash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial thing. Black striver were whipped. I asked her and she told me it was only for her. She felt guilt about something and wanted it whipped out of her."

"cheating ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an imbecile. I whipped that poor cleaning woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from annoyance, then begged me to sustain going. When it was done, I regretted ever meeting her. I regretted enabling her to cuckold, regretted whipping her. I regretted the whole night."

I took a deep breath and scribbled in my billet."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one more meter in the shower, then I left."

I was ineffective to concenter for the rest of his session. office of me was so turned on not just from Ulysses, but sleeping with him, the idea of an affaire with him, maybe even being whipped.

That night I took a long bath. I set my wedding ringing on the side of the tub and fingered myself to climax respective meter - thinking of Ulysses.

*

That's where and when I first heard about a whip.

Doug is behind me now ; I'm on all tetrad. I can't believe he doesn't notice the whip marks from Fat Rob. Doug has said zero. Leanna has said nothing. I don't remember what time I got home. No one noticed or said anything about her theorise car trouble.

I feel rue and pity for what I'm doing. I don't know when or how this will end.

I feel nothing as Doug fuck me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down pelting. I didn't even notice it was cloudy.


-6-

I remember now. It was raining when I first met Ulysses, it was raining during his one-fourth session - the first time we had sex.

affair seem cleared now, but I still can't bit it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't feel him. It's like my sentiency aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

He showed up to his fourth session. I was wearing another sexy attire. I fingered myself all week thinking of him. I practically jumped on him.

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would materialize - with a black body, face, cock like his, sex with every whiten woman he encounters was the normal.

Ulysses tried to hold out at first. I was straddling him, kissing him on the couch. He pointed to my wedding ring in between buss. I shut him up with my oral cavity over his. We were naked soon. He slammed me on my desk and took me there.

I came so strong, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The downpour of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of pleasure a bit.

We went quickly, 45 minutes into it and he came inside me. He apologized, gathered his clothes and left.

My kitty was oozing semen onto my desk. After a few mo, I went to my knee and licked it from my desk. I put my clothes on, sat in my chair and waited for my next engagement, pushing aside what I just did.

I cried myself to catch some Z's that Nox, my left thumb rubbing my wedding ring.

Ulysses and I met only two more Roger Huntington Sessions. Each one was nothing but sex. We did it on my desk, on the couch, I swallowed his semen each time.

On the final session, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his biography is and will operate harder to be closer with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his apparel back on and leave.

Leanna caught me crying that dark at the sign of the zodiac. She tried consoling me, but I brushed her off. I saw the looking of business concern on her face, but I had to conduct with what I've done on my own.

*

I remember everything now. I remember how I got here.

It was New twelvemonth's Eve. Leanna told me to off my wedding pack, she was taking me out. I resisted at inaugural, but I know why she asked me to remove it.

We were at a club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His figure was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this seat. He's why computer storage were hazy. He's why everything seems odd.

I'm having sex with Fat Rob right now. I'm on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don't think where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him hard, he calls me"misfire Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

I hear Doug approaching. His footsteps are so brassy, like thunder. I can't stop riding Fat Rob though.

"Brandi ?"he calls out."You there ?"his voice his booming.

I grit my teeth and preserve piece of ass this black man."Yes ! Yes ! piece of ass yes !"

The bed collapses and I keep going, keep cumming. Each one of Doug's footsteps thunder through the hallway.

It's raining again, I can hear it outside, over the sound of my primal grunt or orgasms.

He's taking forever to get to our bedroom and enamor me in the act. Why is he moving so slow down ?

Thomas More boom footsteps, my figure being called. Fat Rob slaps my ass, I know Doug hears it.

"Brandi !"he yells, upon entering our elbow room. I don't block having sex with Fat Rob. I look over my shoulder and see Doug's horror-stricken face. He falls to his knee's crying.

Leanna enters the room, naked, pushing Doug over– he can't stop crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffectual to front away from my crying married man. He slams his fist into the floor, a audio of thunder reverberation in the room.

"Mom !"Leanna shakes me, but all I see is Doug crying, striking the floor in agony. The room dims, getting darker and darker. Did we lose powerfulness from the storm ?

Doug is changing, he's turning brighter. He's a light up root, bright, shinning in my eye. I remember Fat Rob, what I've done, how I got here.

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his epithet over and over again."Doug, please !"the brightly light is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

"Doug ! Doug !"I woke up in a hospital bed.

Leanna was right there future to me,"Mom !"

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nanny excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's epithet over and over.

"Mom,"Leanna shook her head.

"What am I doing here ? I want to see Doug."

"Mom, no, he's -"

It felt like my heart was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's hand as grueling as I could.

"Doug,"I whispered, hoping to lull myself down.

"He's gone, Mom. Remember ? It's been over a class,"Leanna said.

"What ? A yr ? Where ?"I was crying now.

"Mom, commemorate, that's why we moved here. So he could be closer to his class before he -"Leanna wiped a tear."Before he passed away."

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital windowpane. A trashy pop of thunder snapped my eyes open.

"Over a year,"I repeated. Leanna nodded. I remembered now.

"What happened last dark ?"I asked, looking around the hospital room, releasing my hairgrip on Leanna's hand.

"New yr's Eve. I took you to a nightclub. I thought it'd be fun. The two of us hanging out,"Leanna answered.

"My ring ?"I glanced to my left deal, not seeing it there.

"It's at home base. properly by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could take it off maybe you'd meet someone and, well, have fun. You haven't taken it off since Doug's funeral. I just thought,"Leanna said.

I sat up in bed, hugging her, knowing she was trying to help.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that baseball club. I introduced you to somebody I thought was a friend. That piece of mother fucker - I mean, Fat Rob. I saw him put something in your drinking. I nearly punched him out. I grabbed you and took you home."

"Leanna,"I cried.

"Mom, you wouldn't wake up. He must've put too a lot of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to lose you too,"Leanna said.

"The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your belly. But you still didn't wake up. You've been here asleep for almost two days."

"Fat Rob. I didn't go, I mean, he and I didn't,"I was putting the pieces together.

"No. I'm so gladiolus I saw him steal something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

"Oh, sweetie, come here,"I hugged her again.

I held her for several minutes as she cried."I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm fine."

I took a deep hint, brief image of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The lashing, the darkness, the chain, the dark man in the shower bath, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific consequence - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the images from my head and held my daughter. She was still wearing the dress she wore on our night out.

*

I went home the next day. I had trouble walking a bit, and my head hurt, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drink wasn't plenty to shoot down me.

I considered filing a constabulary paper. But neither Leanna nor I know his live on figure, where he works, or anything other than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

I looked in on the bed I destroyed in my incubus. It was intact, undisturbed, just like it was the after Doug's funeral over a year ago. Leanna keeps the room clean, she dusts it and so on.

I moved into the guest room after Doug died. I couldn't be in our room, it hurt too much to not have him there.

I sat on the sharpness of the Edgar Guest bed, running my hands through my hair when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

I stared at it for several seconds before slowly reaching for it. I started to put it on, but stopped myself."No,"I said out aloud. I opened the drawer and stowed it safely away.

The succeed hebdomad, Leanna and I went through Doug's clothing and other items, boxing them up, taking them to Goodwill.

We painted the walls a different color. There was no double-door to the back porch in that room, unlike in my nightmare, there was a large window though. We got new shadiness for it. I moved all furniture out and snap up the carpet.

A week later, wood flooring was in place, and the way looked totally different.

One item remained - a bed. The take after weekend, Leanna helped me pick out a new bed for that room - my elbow room. I moved out of the client elbow room that night.

Leanna slept in there with me on my low night back in that elbow room since Doug passed away.

Another couple of workweek passed. I was at my spot. My 10am date cancelled. I decided to hold a sound call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my outcry. It'd been several weeks since I last saw him.

"I'm doing well. What about you ?"

"I'm fine,"he answered. I could tell he felt awkward.

"Listen, I was thinking if you don't have plan, we could gather for lunch today. There's something I'd like to recite you. More of an apology, actually."

"Yeah, that's coolheaded. We can encounter up,"he said.

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hours later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste any time ; immediately telling him I was sorry for my unprofessionalism. He was accepting, nodding and smiling politely.

"There's more,"I glanced to my left hand, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the pip about not being up front with you. I have trouble saying these Christian Bible, what about I'm about to tell you,"I glanced at my paw once more, then back to his eyes.

"I'm not married. I wasn't married when we had sex. My husbanded died over a twelvemonth ago. I haven't been able to take the ring off, until recently. I'm so pitiful, I should've told you, I shouldn't have lunged at you like that during that session. But I couldn't say the words, I couldn't let go. I guess I never will, Doug will always be in my marrow in some way, but I want you to know I'm sorry for any regret or guilt you felt by thinking you had sex with another married woman."

Ulysses was muted, centre panoptic, taking my words in."Brandi, I, um, thanks. I did feel bad. I thought you were married, that's why I stopped using you as a therapist. But thank you for telling me. I've never lost a better half, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to take off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

"Are you doing ok ? I mean, are you feeling ameliorate about not wearing it ?"

"Yes, it was clock time. My girl took me out on New twelvemonth's. She tried to help me move on. I guess in some manner it worked."

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned more of Ulysses that day. I learned he actually took my advice. He and his former stepmother are thinking about moving in with one another and maintaining an outdoors, but not too unresolved, relationship.

He and I met up after I left the agency for the day.

Ulysses stood at the foot of his bed. I was on my stifle, kissing over his stomach, thigh and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my peg wrapping around his waist. Standing there, he guided his cock in me. I almost climaxed when he entered me. We kissed and he moved me to the bed.

Laying me gently on my vertebral column, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his manus, I placed my own paw on his chest of drawers, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed minutes later, he rolled onto his backbone, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his long ray of light hitting all the right dapple inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be smashing, he suggested I meet Devin. At the clock time I was ok if I never saw him again. However, I know that I feel much skilful now.

I did see him again. I'm lying in his arms right now. It's been a few month since my night out with Leanna on New class's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a twain days later. It was a horrible event.

The incubus I had is a slight fuzzy, some of the details lost over prison term. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a while a human teddy bear, named Leanna, will link me, snuggling up to me, watching a motion-picture show in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his bureau and roll back on top of him, sliding his stopcock back inside me. We meet up occasionally for lunch or dinner - then sex. He's not my young man, just a dandy friend.

The other week I met Devin. She's in the shower now. After I cum on Ulysses in a brace hour, we'll probably join her.

I'm thinking of moving back to Charleston. Leanna and I weren't as finale to Doug's mob. Since he's gone now, maybe it's time I return home.

This intense orgasm whirl, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his cock still embedded inside me and takes me the rain shower to conjoin Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hug and buss me on the brass. I smile at her and we both go to our stifle to service of process Ulysses'long, dingy rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm glad I was able to help him a small during those few weeks I was his therapist.

He and my daughter don't yet realize how lots they have helped me.

The end .