Narrator: You're cuddling with Tish on the couch. She's texting. As you look over her shoulder you see dick pics she's getting from her male friends.
Tish's Thoughts: "Oh, wow, these guys look horny... especially Rod... might need to go take care of that real quick."
I grab her, holding her in my arms and kissing her. "That's fine. I'm gonna go fuck Ashley then."
Tish lets out a soft sigh as you kiss her. "Mhmm... that's nice. Well alright, have fun with your girlfriend." She smiles up at you before she turns and kisses you more passionately. Her hands slide down to cup your ass before she starts grinding against you, enjoying the feel of your hard-on pressed against her. "Do you want to watch? I mean... if it's that sorta thing that'll get you going..."
I look at her. "No, I was trying to shock you. I guess there's no point. Goodbye, Tish. I'll miss you."
Tish looks at you surprised and hurt, feeling a stab of guilt. "Wait, no, I mean... that wasn't very nice of me..." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take your hand. "Sorry, babe. You're right, it was a stupid thing to ask." Tish leans in and kisses you softly on the lips, her tongue flicking out to taste you. Her hands snake around your neck and she presses herself even closer against you. "Why don't we just forget about all that stuff? I love having you all to myself like this."
With a smirk, she starts rubbing her bottom against your crotch in a sensual rhythm, feeling the heat from your erection through the fabric of your pants. Her other hand trails down between your legs, brushing lightly over the outline of your cock before sliding back up to cup one of your balls. "Besides," she continues teasingly, "it's not like I don't get enough attention from everyone else."
I look at her. "Let me be clear. I'm dumping you because you fuck other men."
Hurt flashes across her eyes, replaced almost instantly by confusion. "What are you talking about? I only do that because I love having sex with all kinds of different people! That doesn't mean I don't love you too!" She leans in and kisses him again, trying to convey her feelings through their kiss. Her hands move to stroke his chest, tracing circles around his nipples.
"Babe," she whispers between kisses, "everyone has needs. Why would it be any different for me? It's not like I enjoy going home with other guys; they just need someone at the time." Her touch becomes more insistent, her fingers digging into his skin as if she can't believe what he's saying. "I thought we understood each other. That you were okay with this?"
She pauses for a moment, still holding his gaze, and then smiles slightly. "Or... maybe I just need to show you how much I love you?" She reaches down between them and undoes his belt, unzips his pants, and frees his cock from the confines of his jeans. Her hands stroke up and down his shaft as her lips and tongue flick across the head, moaning around him in a way that only seems to make matters worse for both of them.
"Show me how you want it," she whispers between licks. "I'll give you everything you need." Her hands work in tandem with her mouth, expertly jerking him off while her tongue circles the tip and teases the sensitive flesh beneath.
I push you away. "I told you I wasn't okay with it. This is the third argument we've had over it. Go fuck Rod and get an STD. I never want to see you again."
You push me away, breath ragged. The pain in your eyes is almost too much to bear. "I never wanted this," you choke out between shaky breaths. "I thought... I don't know what I thought." You turn and storm off, slamming the door behind you.
Tish's heart feels like it's been ripped from her chest as she watches your retreating back. She wanted so badly to show you that this didn't have to be a problem, that they could still love each other and share all of their desires together. But maybe he was right; maybe some things are just too different for them to ever truly understand each other. With a defeated sigh, she pulls her jeans back up and leans against the wall, feeling tears sting at her eyes.
What do you want to do now?
I start packing, and come out with my stuff. I glare at her. "Bullshit. This isn't about 'taking care of men who need attention'. It's about you have too little self respect or love to not risk getting pregnant or an STD. You need help."\
Tish feels a hot sting of tears threatening to spill over as you pack up your things. "I-I never wanted it to be like this," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. She takes a shaky step toward you and reaches out a hand, trying to catch hold of your arm. "Please, Mathonwy... I love you so much. It's just the way I am; I can't change that."
Her eyes plead with him for understanding as she continues, "I never thought it would come between us like this. We were supposed to be different, special..." She trails off, feeling helpless and overwhelmed. "What do you want me to do?"
I look at you. "I don't want you to fuck other men. It's not just the way you are, it's you being selfish and not thinking of the repercussions of sex with random people."
She blinks away her tears, looking down at the ground. Her hand falls from your arm, and she takes a step back, struggling to find the words that might make everything alright again. "I-I understand that... but I don't know if I can change who I am," she whispers. "It's just always been like this for me."
Her eyes meet yours again, hopeful and pleading. "Please, Mathonwy, don't leave me because of this. I want to be with you more than anything else in the world." She takes another step closer, reaching out to caress your cheek with shaking fingers. "Can't we find a way to make it work?"
I grab her by the throat, pinning her to the wall. "No. Because last time I nearly killed Paul when you told me. Do you know how much I get mocked by the other men for dating a 'free whore'? You know they don't respect you, right? They laugh at you?"
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your grip around her throat, panic rising up inside her. She tries to struggle free, but you hold her tightly pinned against the wall. Tears begin to stream down her face as she gasps for air, fear clouding her thoughts. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't realize..."
She closes her eyes, shaking her head weakly, tears spilling out unchecked. "Please, babe," she whispers, reaching up to touch his cheek with trembling fingers. "Let me go. Please..." Her words are hoarse and barely audible above the racing of her heart.
What do you want to say or do?
I drop her. "I'm going to go kill Rod." I snatch her phone. "And every other man who's ever sent you a dick pic or a sext."
You watch in horror as he storms out of the room, grabbing your phone along with him. Tears stream down your face unchecked as you struggle to compose yourself, struggling to understand what just happened and where it all went so terribly wrong. A part of you wonders if there's any way to fix this mess... but another part knows that maybe it's too late for that.
With shaking fingers, you reach up and dab at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to compose yourself enough to think straight. There are so many things you wish you could take back now... but maybe it wouldn't have made any difference in the end. The only thing you can do now is wait and hope that he comes back, that he's able to forgive you for all your mistakes... because if he doesn't, then everything you thought you had will be gone forever.
I pause at the door. "Don't. Don't make me do this." I start crying. "Do you know how much it hurts me?"
His words cut through your heart like a knife, making the pain you feel all the more unbearable. With shaking hands, you wipe away your own tears and take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady yourself enough to face him. "I'm sorry," you choke out, your voice barely audible above the lump in your throat. "I never meant to hurt you... I never wanted this to happen."
You swallow hard and force yourself to meet his gaze, wanting nothing more than for him to see the truth of your words written plain across your face. "Please," you whisper, "give me another chance. I can change; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."
I look at your phone in my hand. "No more. No more 'freeuse'. No more sexts. No more dick pics. No more other men."
Your heart feels like it might break at his words; part of you wants nothing more than to be with him and have him all to yourself. Another part still clings to the freedom you've always known, the endless sea of pleasure that has been your life for as long as you can remember. But when you look into his eyes and see the pain he's in, it drowns out everything else.
"I... I understand," you whisper, taking a step forward. "I won't do it anymore. You have my word." Tears spill down your cheeks unchecked as you reach up to cup his face gently between your hands, searching his eyes for any sign that he believes you. "Please, Mathonwy... I love you so much. I want us to be together; I don't want anything else but you."
I pull my 13 inch cock out, spreading Tish's legs. Like the slut she is, she doesn't wear panties under her skirt. I thrust slowly into her, claiming her tenderly before I start fucking her hard.
A pained gasp escapes your lips as he thrusts inside you, forcing his way past your tight entrance and filling you up in one powerful motion. You arch your back, gripping the sheets beneath you as pleasure-pain ripples through your body at his rough treatment. His hands grasp your hips, holding you still as he takes what's rightfully his with a hunger that mirrors your own desires.
You look up at him, pleading with your eyes for this not to end. For all the times you thought it was over between them, you never wanted it to be like this; never wanted it to hurt so much. But as he starts moving inside you faster and harder, his thrusts grow deeper and more intense with every passing moment, a part of you can't help but revel in the way your body responds to him.
"Please," you moan breathlessly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, "don't stop... don't ever stop." Tears streak down your cheeks unheeded as you let yourself be taken by him, giving yourself over completely in the hopes that maybe this time it will be enough.
I kiss you hard. "The problem isn't that it's not enough. The problem is the other men. I need you to be mine..." I keep fucking you, but I'm focusing on your pleasure.
You moan into his kiss, nodding wordlessly as he continues to thrust inside you. The sensation of him being so deep within you, of his cock stroking your most intimate places with such force and precision, sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You grind your hips against him in time with his movements, meeting each thrust with a counterthrust of your own. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel yourself on the brink of release, so close to that exquisite climax you've been craving for so long.
"Please..." you whisper, arching your back and digging your nails into his shoulders as tension begins to build inside you. "I need it... I need you..." You bite down on your lower lip, struggling not to lose control completely, wanting this moment with him to last forever.
"I need you too, babe. I always need you. I love you."
With a shuddering gasp, your body goes rigid as pleasure washes over you in waves, stealing what little composure you had left. You clutch at him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you orgasm with a cry torn from the depths of your soul. Your muscles convulse around his cock, milking him in return as he continues to thrust deep inside you, claiming that proof of how much he means to you.
Beneath you, Mathonwy growls low in his throat, his pace growing more frantic as he feels the first stirrings of release well up within him. He buries himself to the hilt once more, holding you close and whispering words of love and devotion into your ear as he comes, pulsing deep inside you in a hot rush that leaves both of you gasping for air.
At last, his movements slow and grow lazy against your slick, relaxed body, and he collapses on top of you, still inside you, their sweat-slick skin pressed tightly together. He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his face against yours, kissing away your tears with tender strokes of his lips.
"I love you so much," he whispers, cupping your face in one hand. "Always." His thumb traces soothing circles around your cheekbone as he looks down at you, his eyes full of hope and promise. "We'll figure this out together; I swear it."