1. The EX Factor


    Date: 5/7/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Poppet, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    fishnets and a push up bra. She didn't even bother to look back, hurrying to put a closed door between herself and the shit-storm about to take place. “What the actual fuck, Katie! You might not be moving on from us, but don't come in here fucking acting like you own the place, you bitch!” “Oh right. I'm a bitch because I don't want your sex juices on my sofa, you fucking pig. I bought that, it's mine and I don't want it ruined by your desire to fuck on it. You have a room, use it, asshole!” My voice grew higher, as I tried my best to keep cool. He always relished the fact he could get under my skin so easily. “Excuse the fuck out of me if we got caught up in the moment. It wasn't fucking planned.” His upper lip curled up into a sneer as he looked at me. I could see the glint in his eyes, and my teeth gritted against each other as irritation and anger with him skyrocketed through me. I refused to let him win even if I wanted to break down and cry from all the warring emotions. I think he loved finding ways to hurt me, to try and push me out of the apartment sooner. “Ugh. shut up, Taylor and put some pants on. Your prized possession is shriveling up. I have better things to do than to listen to your bullshit and lies.” “Fuck you, you cunt.” He used that word, the one that always makes me want to scream with anger. But I swallowed hard, not giving into him that time. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me angry or upset by his words. Snatching my bag from the ...
    floor and disappearing into to my room, I jerked off my work attire and pulled on a knee length skirt and crop top, matching them with a pair of ankle boots. After touching up my mascara and lipstick, I headed back to the living room. I could hear the shower running and Taylor attempting to sing a song, by some artist I couldn't place. I rolled my eyes and shook the entire wall as I left the apartment with a forceful slam. That probably pissed off a few neighbors, but surely they've grown used to it by now. When I moved to the city with Taylor, I knew no one. His were the only friends I got remotely close to. I made a few work acquaintances, but that is not same and never went beyond work. So now I have no one to go to here, which is why my friends at home insist I come back. I've refused though, at least until the lease is up. They don't understand my reasoning, but they haven’t pressured me. At the bar I ordered a cocktail, then another, the third one going down as smoothly as the first. Before I knew it, I’d forgotten how many I had slammed. That really is the last thing I remember well. How much did I drink to lose an entire night? I've never gotten that wasted, at least not that I recall. A soft knock at the door reminds me that I'm not alone in the motel. “Hey are you almost done in there. I really have to pee.” The female voice cracks slightly, the sound of someone not ready to be up yet. “Um, sure, sorry.” I flush the toilet, despite having not peed, and wash my hands ...
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