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Love In The Trenches

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

you haven’t shaved since Friday. And you’re wearing a wedding ring.’ ‘What about the ring?’ ‘Men come here, they take off their wedding ring but you can see the indention on the finger. You still love her, don’t you?’ ‘I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.’ ‘That’s OK. You don’t have to. Do you no fucking good anyway. You need to get laid, that’s what you need.’ I looked up. Her face was very close to mine and I could see the black pores in her white skin. I drew back a little for comfort. ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘You need a fat horny woman to rattle your bones a bit. A savage wet humping. You’re a fucking zombie every time I see you, whimpering about that bitch wife of yours.’ ‘I don’t whimper. And she’s not a bitch.’ I pondered a minute on that and for the first time in months I laughed. ‘OK, maybe she is.’ ‘Of course she is. Who she fucking? The plumber? The latino gardener?’ ‘Her yoga teacher.’ ‘Ha!’ She was silent after that, puffing smoke and checking on her fingernails. She was right, there wasn’t much more to say. My wife – my ex - was a bitch. Chapter III: ‘Can I stay?’ Suddenly she straightened up, turned off the stereo and walked out from behind the bar. ‘Finish your beer. My place is around the corner.’ She turned the light switches, leaving only the Budweiser sign in the window on. I didn’t move. I hadn’t slept with a woman in over six months and never with a woman ten years my senior and physically less than attractive. Nor was there even the inkling of an ... emotional bond, something I’d always felt indispensable for any kind of relationship. ‘Listen, I’m not going to beg, if that’s what you’re waiting for.’ ‘Can… can I at least know your name?’ ‘Susan. Susan Morris. I own this place. And you’re Peter. Jeff told me.’ Jeff was her bartender, working his way through college. We’d talked as I was usually sitting alone at the bar. It struck me as odd that she should have asked him. But then, knowing her clientele was part of her trade. ‘Susan, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship.’ She was putting on her overcoat, buttoning it down as she walked up to me. ‘Now, don’t be such a sissy. I’m not asking your hand in marriage, OK? It’s just sex, won’t hurt a bit, I promise.’ She cackled, throwing her head back, then grabbed me under the arm and pulled me off my chair. She didn’t let go of me as I stumbled behind her until we reached the door. She opened it and pushed me through the doorway out into the cold night, stepping out right behind me and locking the door. ‘Give me a hand with the shutter, it’s a bit rusty.’ I reached up and pulled down the iron curtain. It came crashing down with a loud rattle and a bang that echoed through the empty streets. Susan handed me two padlocks and I secured it. She leaned into me as we walked around the corner, arms entwined. It felt weird to be holding a woman this close again after so long, pacing in with her step so we wouldn’t be bumping shoulders and ...