debut

The room is dark and brumous. I'm hanging, my wrists tied to a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of some sort above me. Someone is fucking me. My visual sensation is coming into focus. I see a fateful man grinning at me. My legs are wrapped around his shank ; he's holding me up by my ass and is making me cum.

I don't remember anything from the stopping point hour. I have no melodic theme how I got here. All I know is my kitty-cat is numb, dripping with juices.

The orgasm washes over me and the black man leaves. Another takes his property. He grabs my legs, pulls them around his shank and has his bout. 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 hours. I don't love what time it is ; if it's cockcrow or night. Shirley Temple Black man after nigrify man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to herculean sexual climax. My organic structure spirit like jelly.

Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lighter, loud euphony, people, drinks and him - Fat Rob.

He stands in front line of me, pulls me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking to the ceiling. All I see is a I bright light above me. His cock feels so estimable, so thick and big.

"Your husband is going to make out we stretched out that twat of yours, misfire Brandi,"Fat Rob tells me, pumping his rosehip upward.

"What ?"I ask. I look to my allow hired man above me, I see my hymeneals ring. I could've sworn Leanna, my daughter told me to take it off. More remembering return.

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

Another coming courses through me. Fat Rob doesn't stop. He keeps going, keeps bouncing me. I love this feeling, feeling helpless, hanging there, my wrist joint tied. I can hear the chain rattle 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 have it off this would happen ? Did she know I'd be here with this man ?

Thomas More remembering return. I see my daughter, tall, red hair smiling at me, leading me somewhere. To a building. I see her smiling face after she whispers in my ear to relax and give birth fun. We were at a club, that's what led me here - a stupid night club.

range of a function of her laughing, talking, dancing with men, pointing in my guidance, waving me over. My hubby, Doug, I see his face succeeding. Was Leanna trying to get me to chouse on Doug tonight ?

Fat Rob slap my ass, grits his teeth, and cums inside me. It feels so right. His huge shipment of warm seed fills 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 think my age."F-forty,"I struggle to babble."Something."

Fat Rob nods and unchains me. My weapon system don't hurt, neither do my wrists. My body is mush in his arms. He carries me to a bed. I don't see Leanna anywhere.

Fat Rob kisses my give hand,"That's a dainty diamond your husband got you. How long you two been married ?"

I can't resolution, I can barely spill."Six geezerhood,"I'm able to get out, answering his doubt about my marriage to Leanna's stepfather, Doug.

"Mmmm,"he guides my hand to his step down turncock. I instinctively grab it, squeeze it, my wedding ring seems to glitter brightly against his dark browned shaft.

The future thing I know, the elbow room dims, darker and darker before going auction pitch black. My jumbled retention return as I try to piece this night together.


-1-
A span month ago, November, I was waiting for someone. I was sitting in my function waiting for him to arrive. I'm a counselor, some may call me a shrink, but I'm not a shrink. I can't prescribe medication ; I don't have a doctorate. healer is an satisfactory terminus for my professing I suppose.

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

I remember fiddling with my wedding halo, thinking of Doug, thinking of his grinning. Doug, Leanna and I moved to Atlanta a twelvemonth prior to be closer to Doug's family. Truthfully, I hated the move, but agreed to it. Work is certainly more active, compared to Charleston. I rarely have any downtime like I did there.

I sighed and thought about cancelling, but I figured I'd hold this guy a few more than minutes to arrive.

I stood, straightened out my business suit, and looked out the window. I watched the rain fall, covering the parking lot, the cable car in the distance were locked in their usual stop-go traffic.

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

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

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

"Um, hi, hello, do 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 heels 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 view. Ulysses was very hefty, wearing a tight tee shirt, and cargo pants. The rain had an effect on his skin - his dark-chocolate skin, making it glisten. He wiped his forehead of rain.

"Oh, um, sorry, yes, experience free to sit there or the sofa. Whatever is comfy,"I spoke up.

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

He was neural, most first off timers are. I was nervous too, but not about meeting a new patient. He was having that outcome on me.

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

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

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

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

"You can assure me. Are you having stress or anxiety issues ? Problems coping with oeuvre, trouble adjusting to changes in biography ?"I asked, staring into his eyes, avoiding his biceps and chests.

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

"Oh, I see,"my idea initially thought of performance issues. I've counseled a few tribe that had anxiousness and early issuance that affected their sex life negatively.

"No, not execution problem. I just um,"he show my creative thinker and paused again.

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

Ulysses shook his brain."No,"he took a deep breath."Sex is my animation. Everything about life 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 muscular frame, then to his apprehensiveness pulled back into a ponytail, finally, embarrassingly, I glanced to his crotch.

"I see,"I collected my thoughts, jotting this down on my notepad."So you feel you may own some kind of addiction to sex ?"

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

"Ok, so no dependence. Can you explain what you mean by sex being your lifetime ?"

"Yeah,"Ulysses glanced behind me to the rainfall 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 township for work, girl at the hotel figurehead desk. I fly out of the country for work, the flight attendant on the plane. I want to go see a movie alone late one night, the college scholar that works there. I even offered to help do curtilage work for an older woman 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 vacations alone, I'd always meet a woman."

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

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

"All these beautiful women, T. H. White char, I just,"Ulysses sighed, shaking his head.

"White adult female ?"I asked, my core rate increasing.

"Yes. A few Latina as well, but most all have been white-hot. I don't know if it's because I'm black or what. But I want to say no, I want to not palpate 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, typical route. I started with his childhood.


-2-

This room is burning hot now. I'm on all quaternity, I'm being whipped by Fat Rob. The walls look like they're on flak. Am I in infernal region ? Is this ogre, Fat Rob, going to sacrifice me what I need ?

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

"Doug,"I whisper, ineffectual to apologise before another orgasm comes over me.

Fat Rob grabs my dirty-blonde curl, pulling my head back as he fills me yet again with his seed.

He slams me down on the bed, the ardent effect of the walls subsides, I black out again, thinking of the first day I met Ulysses.

*

"My father remarried when I was 12 or so. Her epithet is Devin. She was a immature, Patrick White fair sex, blonde,"Ulysses smiled.

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

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

I made a eminence and nodded for him to continue.

"She was, is, wondrous. She helped grow me. But because she's only 9 or 10 years older than me, we hung out a lot. We'd go to moving picture ; she'd take away me to sporting result while my dad worked. She was a great friend. Then I got older."

"That's when things 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 offspring 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 luxuriously school graduation present tense, she threw me a surprise company. My dad wasn't around - he worked a lot anyway. At the political party, I was the just guy from my school there. I have no estimate how she arranged it, how Devin pulled it off, but she invited every unity girl in my high school graduating course of instruction to this party. Cheerleaders, volleyball game, basketball histrion, even some girls that were considered ‘ nerds'or ‘ geeks ’."

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

Ulysses'face went unplayful."About 100 girl showed up. 50 or so didn't. As I said, Devin invited all of them. Of the ones that showed up, they were white. There was a line out of our house, 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 realize and help."

"They all, um, twit me until they climaxed. The first off girl would go, she'd get off me, then succeeding and so on until all 100 girls orgasmed."

I nodded my head, the visual sinking in, the imaging of 100 18-year-old livid missy in a demarcation riding this man's Negroid cock - I shook my head, I didn't want these thoughts there.

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

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

I took notes and paused,"Do you eff 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 figure. She's like the mom I never had and honey me in every way. I guess our relationship is subject, unconditional."

oddity was getting the best of me,"So you have sex with early womanhood, nearly are whiteness. Is this a daily outcome ?"

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

intellection of several white woman leaving and arriving to his home to have sex with him daily flashed in my head. I looked at his weapon, thigh - wow. I had to focus, I needed to be professional. I glanced to my notepad and wedding ring.

"rich person you considered making things exclusive with Devin ? Perhaps even marrying her ? I take it your father isn't around or knows about you and his ex-wife, your former 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 demonstrate her how a good deal you love her. It sounds like it's a lot. I know you have an unfastened relationship with her, but maybe go somewhere or do something that's just you and her. Doesn't have to be sex, could be dinner, pic, hiking, something that isn't intimate. Maybe even suggest you and her become exclusive. 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, drop extra fourth dimension with her and her only, not having sex. Try it,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back and stood. We shook handwriting and I told him I'd see him side by side week.

I watched him from my window, race across the parking lot to his car. I couldn't help but think how handsome and courteous he was. No wonder white adult female like him. I felt shame for thinking that, clutching my remaining hand, running my finger over my marriage 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 blazonry, kissing him as he bounces me on his putz. 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 black man, her men in her long red head of hair, grinding her hip against him. He has a smug look on his aspect watching her drive him.

Fat Rob lays me down side by side to Leanna and mount on top of me.

"Hey Mom,"Leanna says nonchalantly. She runs her hands through her haircloth."I love smutty dick. I'm so gladiola we went out tonight."

I try to respond, but can't. The monumental Fat Rob is on top of me, making me cum so unspoilt once more.

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


-3-

intellection back to Ulysses'secondment appointee, 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 trainer body of work, but mostly some, well, fitness modeling,"he bashfully admitted.

"That's why you travel ?"

"right wing. Different locations for versatile photoshoots. Been to EEC, Brazil, all over."

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

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

"Has this caused issue for your study ?"

"Not yet. None of the women have tried to get me fired for sleeping with another mannequin, or tried to manipulate their way into shooting with me. It's all been drama devoid. 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 kip with these women though. No one is forcing you,"I smiled softly at him.

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

"Perhaps you could request a change at work ? Maybe shooting for dissimilar type of ads - one that don't feature film female models."

"I tried that. Didn't work. I had a photo shoot with a cartridge holder called Elite mag. I thought it was going to be simple stuff in the gym, doing exercises, lifting free weight and so on. It'd be for their wellness and fitness section of the magazine publisher. Turns out,"Ulysses shook his head.

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

"Turns out the magazine is marketed toward black men. It also turns out that,"he shrugged."All the female person manakin are white. And it just so happens whiteness female models are used in pretty much every clause type. Fitness, wellness, railroad car, street bikes, amusement discussion section all have black male manikin and Patrick Victor Martindale White female models."

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

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

"Both ?"

"There were two models. Two blond, fairly big in the rear,"Ulysses said.

"Oh. I understand."

"They had them wearing petite exercise kit. They posed us in all sorting of ill at ease poses to attain it see like they were coming on to me at the gym. Jenna and Alexis. They were Nice daughter, but I knew sex with the two of them would go on. They purposefully made surely to rub themselves against me. It was awkward."

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

"No. The photographer was setting us up in these affectedness. Jenna would be in front of me, Alexis behind me, rubbing my shoulders. One affectation of the both of them face me, my coat of arms around them resting my hands on their lower 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 exhibitioner. 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 ‘ gift'a lot on me."

I giggled, I knew he meant their big butts."I see. Well to drive things away from sex, perhaps debate -"

"A career change ?"Ulysses joked.

"Yes !"I laughed.

We shared a smiling and prolonged eye touch before I continued the session.

*

The elbow room is so brilliant now. It has to be daylight. I'm naked, dried seminal fluid is all over me. I'm somewhere intimate. I rise up in my bed, Doug's and my bed. I'm surrounded by sleeping disgraceful men.

"No,"I struggle to leave our bedroom, using the paries to stabilize me. I don't hassle putting on clothes.

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

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

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

"Sure,"Fat Rob grinning, finishing his orchis. He whistles loudly, and slowly but surely, he and his crew make their way out.

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

I start crying, looking at my wedding ringing. Leanna doesn't precaution, 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 exhibitor is running. Did I leave it on ? Everything seems so fox now. I enter the john and take out back the curtain. One of Fat Rob's friend is in there showering and jacking off. I stare at that massive fatal turncock, shake my head, take a mysterious breath and get in the exhibitioner with him.


-4-

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

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

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

"Brandi ? You home ?"I hear Doug send for 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 knee joint, sucking all over this black turncock when Doug enters the bathroom."How was your tripper ?"I ask from behind the shower curtain. I resume sucking on the black man's tool as Doug answers.

"It was great. Productive,"I hear him say at the sink. I can't call up 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 rooster. The black guy has his hands on my oral sex holding me in place.

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

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

"commodity,"Doug leaves the can. I stand, kiss the black guy, and grow back around in the shower. He shoves is cock back inside me and keeps going. I can't help but moan.

"You ok ?"Doug reentered the bathroom.

"Uh huh ! abdomen aching,"I answer. The man grabs my principal, kissing my neck opening, then squeezes my tits from behind.

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

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

He picks me up, it's his turn to cum. I can seem over the top of the shower curtain 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 exhibitioner with a blackness guy getting relentlessly fucked.

Why doesn't Doug hear us ? Why doesn't he hail in and lay off it ? How can he not know ? Where are the shameful guy's dress ? Does Doug see them ?
My eyes roll in the back of my head once more as I feel my kitty fill with seminal fluid. I look to the bedroom again, Doug is gone. I need this pitch blackness guy gone too, before Doug sees him.

I suck his pecker clean of excess cum - it tastes so honorable. I lead him back to the bedroom, I see the double-door to our back porch is open. Did I unfold it ? Maybe Doug opened it.

I kiss my shower lover goodbye and watch him exit our home through her bedroom. I climb in bed and wait for my married man to return.

When he does he line up me nude, legs spread. He undresses and climbs on top. As he enters me I wonder if he can feel a difference. I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

I turn my head to see out the back porch, the double-doors are still open up. 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 rooster 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 disastrous cock inside me instead of my husband's. I start cumming.

"Yes ! Yes !"I cry out to Fat Rob, climaxing at the same time. Fat Rob nods, puts his putz back in his pants and leaves.

As the orgasms passes, I kiss Doug. His seminal fluid secondment later.

Time speeds by, the sun Seth, Doug is watching a game after dinner, 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 trouble, I'm going to piece her up. I leave it next to the mesa by his recliner. I kiss his frontal bone and leave.

*

This whip hurts so bad, but feels so very right. I left Doug sleeping and went straight to Fat Rob's. I'm being whipped again. I don't recollect even asking for it, but these Black person men are taking turn doing it and fucking me as I hang from my wrist joint again.

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

With each lash crack I think back to my third base session with Ulysses.


-5-

I remember I wore something a great deal nicer and sexier than usual attire for my adjacent appointment with Ulysses. It was a tighter, shorter apparel, new shoes. Adjusting my wedding party ring, I felt silly, but figured no harm would add up from dressing nicer.

"Ulysses, I want to talk about regrets. Not simply feeling bad that sex is a huge component part of your life, but is there anything you really regret that you struggle to micturate pacification with ? Perhaps to do that would serve you palpate more fulfilment out of life."

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

"Yeah,"he eventually spoke up.

I waited for him to resolve, giving him time.

"I was in Miami. I go down there often for work, shoots and so on. I met a adult female at a golf club. A beautiful brunet named Megan. That happens every clock time I go to bludgeon, but she was different. She had long, thick brown hair's-breadth, blue eyes and she was myopic. She was so control, like she was a boss or managing director, 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 glance at my cleavage."So what do you repent ?"

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

My center widened."Married ?"

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

My breathing was fickle, my meat 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 differentiate 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 wrist. I chickened out. I got too scared to say no. She was hanging there. That's when she told me to appear in her closet. She told me to bring out a whip she was hiding there."

"A whiplash ?"

"Yeah. She wanted me to whip her. I thought it was a racial thing. Black slave 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."

"cheat ?"

"She didn't say. But I complied, like an idiot. I whipped that poor woman over and over just like she asked me to. She cried out from pain, then begged me to observe 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 cryptic breath and scribbled in my notation."Ever see her again ?"

"No. We had sex one More sentence in the exhibitioner, then I left."

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

That night I took a tenacious bath. I set my wedding annulus on the English of the tub and fingered myself to climax respective times - thought of Ulysses.

*

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

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

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

I feel cipher as Doug piece of tail me from behind. I'm looking out into the backyard, it's pouring down rain. 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-quarter school term - the first prison term we had sex.

Things seem clearer now, but I still can't piece it all together. Doug is on top of me now. I don't flavor him. It's like my senses aren't working. But I remember Ulysses.

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

He was startled, not expecting it. But I knew deep down he knew it would happen - with a black eubstance, font, tool like his, sex with every E. B. White woman he encounters was the normal.

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

I came so hard, so fast, so powerfully from him pistoning in and out of me. The deluge of rain outside hopefully muffled my moans of joy 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 stifle and licked it from my desk. I put my apparel on, sat in my chair and waited for my next date, pushing aside what I just did.

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

Ulysses and I met only two more 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 academic term, Ulysses told me he was sorry, but couldn't see me anymore. He said he's accepted this is how his life sentence is and will work harder to be secretive with Devin. That was it. I watched him put his apparel back on and leave.

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

*

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

It was New Year's Eve. Leanna told me to polish off my wedding gang, she was taking me out. I resisted at firstly, but I know why she asked me to murder it.

We were at a nine, I saw respective men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He's why I'm here, he's why I'm in this piazza. He's why memories were fuzzy. 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 remember where. I'm riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.

I kiss him gruelling, he calls me"Miss Brandi"again. I resume grinding into him.

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

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

I grit my teeth and go on fucking this black man."Yes ! Yes ! Fuck yes !"

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

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

He's taking forever to reach our bedroom and take hold of me in the act. Why is he moving so dull ?

More thunder footsteps, my name being called. Fat Rob smack my ass, I know Doug hears it.

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

Leanna enters the way, naked, pushing Doug over– he can't hitch crying.

"Mom !"Leanna says. I am paralyzed, ineffective to look away from my crying married man. He slams his fist into the flooring, a phone of big H echoes in the room.

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

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

"Doug !"I cry."Doug ! I scream his figure over and over again."Doug, please !"the bright visible radiation is blinding now. I can't breathe.


-7-

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

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

"Where am I ? Where's Doug ?"

"What ?"Leanna glanced to the nurse.

She started crying and the nursemaid excused herself. I was gasping for air, called out Doug's name 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 nitty-gritty was going to burst. I was out of breath. I gripped Leanna's manus as surd as I could.

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

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. I heard the rain outside my hospital window. A flashy pop of thunder snapped my center open.

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

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

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

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

"It's at home. Right by the bed."

"Did you -"
"Yes, mom. I thought if you could deal it off maybe you'd meet person 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 good-for-naught,"Leanna's crying returned.

"For what, sweetie ?"

"I took you to that social club. I introduced you to someone I thought was a friend. That piece of cocksucker - 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 very much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn't want to turn a loss 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 glad I saw him slip something into your drink. If I hadn't been paying attention -"

"Oh, sweetheart, derive 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 breath, brief simulacrum of the nightmare I had flashed before my eyes. The slaughter, the darkness, the chains, the black man in the exhibitioner, Fat Rob, and finally my late-husband witnessing a horrific event - one that thankfully, wasn't real.

I shook the simulacrum 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 worry walking a bit, and my head detriment, but I was fine. Thankfully, whatever Fat Rob slipped into my drinkable wasn't enough to wipe out me.

I considered filing a police story. But neither Leanna nor I know his last epithet, where he works, or anything former than his appearance. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do it.

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

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

I sat on the edge of the guest bed, running my workforce through my hairsbreadth when something caught my eye - my wedding ring on the bedside table.

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

The following week, 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 incubus, there was a large windowpane though. We got new shades for it. I moved all article of furniture out and tore up the carpet.

A workweek later, wood flooring was in seat, and the room looked totally different.

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

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

Another couple of weeks passed. I was at my office. My 10am engagement cancelled. I decided to bring in a earpiece call.


-8-
"Brandi, hey, how are you ?"Ulysses answered my call. It'd been various weeks since I final stage 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 programme, we could meet for lunch today. There's something I'd like to order you. More of an apology, actually."

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

"Great. My treat."

We met a couple hr later at a nearby restaurant. I didn't waste any clock 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 script, my wedding ring no longer there.

"I feel the worst about not being up front with you. I have problem saying these countersign, what about I'm about to say you,"I glanced at my hired man once more, then back to his eyes.

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

Ulysses was quiet, eyes wide, 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 spouse, but I imagine it's hard to say that they're gone, that you're not married anymore and to consider off the ring."

"Yes,"I smiled at him.

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

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

We smiled at each other once more before our meal arrived. I learned more than 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 open, but not too undefendable, relationship.

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

Ulysses stood at the metrical unit of his bed. I was on my knees, kissing over his stomach, thighs and beautiful cock. I sucked it lovingly, slowly, smiling at up at him.

I stood and he squatted, picking me up, my wooden leg 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 back, he kissed me again. Propping himself up with his hands, I placed my own hands on his chest, as he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of me.

I orgasmed moment later, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. Kissing him again, I slowly rode him, savoring his tenacious diaphysis hitting all the right muscae volitantes inside me.

We went until after midnight. I kissed him goodbye, told him I'd see him again sometime. He said that'd be with child, 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 secure 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 Year's, getting drugged, and waking up in the infirmary a couple days later. It was a frightful event.

The nightmare I had is a little fuzzy, some of the item lost over clip. But I'll never forget it. Luckily, I've slept much better. Every once in a piece a man slip bear, named Leanna, will join me, snuggling up to me, watching a moving picture in my new bed. I'm thankful I have her support.

I'm thankful for Ulysses too. I kiss his pectus and bankroll back on top of him, sliding his hammer back inside me. We meet up occasionally for luncheon or dinner - then sex. He's not my young man, just a great friend.

The former calendar week I met Devin. She's in the exhibitor now. After I cum on Ulysses in a duet min, we'll probably join her.

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

This intense orgasm passes, Ulysses holding me. We kiss, he sits up, his putz still embedded inside me and takes me the exhibitioner to connect Devin.

Ulysses sets me down in the shower. Devin hugs and candy kiss me on the cheek. I smile at her and we both go to our knees to service Ulysses'long, moody rod.
I pop his cockhead out of my mouth. I look to him, seeing him smile at me. I'm gladiola I was able to help him a slight during those few weeks I was his therapist.

He and my daughter don't yet pull in how much they have helped me.

The end .