Fade to Black - Sex Stories

Fade to Black

... raging sluts. He had become her psychological punching bag. Lilah’s crusade would probably end soon enough, Aidan realized, once she fell head over heels for the next wolf in sheep’s clothing. After dinner, he settled down to enjoy a night of drinking while watching the hockey game with his feet up on the coffee table. This isn’t so bad, he thought to himself. In some ways it was kind of nice not to have Lauren nagging him about drinking, sports, and etiquette. On the other hand, he was used to having her there, cuddled into him while they lay on the couch. He began thinking about her ultimatum. He had been writing erotica as a hobby for years before he’d met Lauren. It had been his distraction from the stresses of the rest of life, and now that he was getting e-books published, it hardly seemed fair to demand that he abandon it altogether. Frustrated and going back and forth between pros and cons, Aidan began to drink more, and finally towards the end of the night, he drunk-dialed Lauren’s cell phone. “You should come home, babe,” he said as he walked up the stars to their bedroom. “Ah, sounds like you’re drunk,” came her voice on the other end of the line. “You’ll be passed out in ten minutes anyway. I know you, you sleep like a log” “You can wake me up, I promise” he said suggestively. “You always know how to get me to rise to attention.” He heard her soft laughter. “Maybe.” He paused, feeling a flicker of hope ignite the situation. “So, are you? Coming home, that is. I ...

... promise to make it worth your while.” “Hmm… I don’t know, Aidan. Let me think about it. It’s already pretty late…” “Okay, okay… Think about it. I’ll be waiting for you.” They exchanged ‘I love you’s’, which Aidan took as a positive sign. He definitely didn’t want to break up with Lauren. He was convinced the entire thing would blow over with the right finessing. He considered that she probably just needed more attention in the relationship. And maybe a nice piece of jewelry as a distraction, he decided as he turned down the bed. Exhausted and buzzing with alcohol, he stripped off his clothes and flopped down onto the crisp white sheets. She’ll come home, he convinced himself as he yawned and stretched out across the bed. She just needs some good dirty loving. A smile played on his lips as he fell into a heavy, dark alcohol-infused sleep. The dreams came at him like thick black waves that night. He flinched and stirred as he was pulled under like a helpless surfer in a tsunami of images and thoughts by a raging nocturnal sea, battered against the rocks and tossed ashore, powerless to resist where the night intended him to go. Laying on dark sand, he could feel the snakes with their slippery bodies sliding over his skin, their scales moving over the soft flesh of his wrists, occasionally hissing in his ears. Aidan turned restlessly in the covers, feeling the serpents slipping over his legs, wet and purposeful as a purple moon hung in the sky, ominously flooding the twilight. A ...