1. stocking malfunction


    Date: 5/14/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: BishBosh03, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. I had never seen him cry before, he was always so self controlled, and that was part of his attraction. He was so grief stricken that people at other tables turned to look at him. I handed him a serviette that accompanied our drinks t wipe the tears. As he sobbed he uttered half intelligible words like, sorry, ashamed, foolish all were repeated over and over. I watched him like i might a sad TV programme. I felt for him in his anguish. My eyes moistened. Tears ran down my cheeks too. My mascara must have run at that point because when I freshened up later I saw the tell tale black smudging down my cheeks. He saw my tears, and that set him off again... he repeated that he was ‘so, so sorry for everything.’ He wanted to make it right, if only i would forgive him and take him back. My heart melted, I felt wave after wave of pity and love for him. He was broken and it seemed only i could fix him. I stood and opened my arms and he stood too and we embraced. We held each other for a while ignoring the strange cameo we must have made in the cafe. ‘please forgive me, let me make amends’ he begged. He snivelled on and I felt for him like a mother feels for the favourite c***d that has failed at the thing he wanted most. I wanted so much to take him home and mother him and nurse him back to his rightful place as dominant male in the pride. Tears flowed down my cheeks, I released my grip and looked fondly at him holding both his hands in ...
    mine, and he anticipated my acquiescence. Fuck Him! Despite feeling pity for him and still fancying him something awful, I am not quite that stupid, so fuck him! He can sod straight back to his miserable life with that whore he shacked up with. Look what they did to me, look what he did to me. He shattered my lovely world, they, he, removed my self esteem, made me into a virtual hermit. Bastard! How dare he come back and ask to take up where we left off, who does he think i am? What does he think i am, an idiot or something? If he couldn’t manage to keep his prick under control he should have just fucked her a few times and kept the matter to himself. I didn’t need to know he had eyes for a younger office bimbo, whore, slut!!! He could have just taken her away for an odd weekend pretended to be on business, satisfy his carnal lusts for young pussy and then come back to me and leave me in blissful ignorance. Now i really have to apologise for my language, i feel certain you didn’t expect a privately educated lady from the suburbs to utter such filth, but really, nothing else seems quite appropriate under the circumstances in which i found myself. So i replied to request for his return as follows, ‘I don’t think so, it’s too late for amends or coming back. I am afraid there is too much damage done. And whilst I don’t wish you ill, I don’t think it would be a good idea to see each other again so please stay away from me forever.’ And i left. When I got home I cried and cried. When ...
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