Attainment of Liberty - Sex Stories

Attainment of Liberty

... stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. He was wearing a t-shirt I’d gotten him when he missed the concert of one his favorite bands. His brown hair looked wild, and a light beard graced his jaw. It made me happy to see him disheveled like this, I didn't want to be the only one grieving our break up. He knocked and called out, “Angel, I know you’re here. Come on and open up.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly painfully dry, “What do you want?” He jumped and peered through the peephole, I hurriedly stepped back. “Open the door.” I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn't see me, “What do you want, Chris?” There was a long pause before he answered, “I still have my key, I was dropping it off.” “Put it under the doormat.” After a moment he said, “It’s under the doormat.” “Okay, now leave.” After a few moments I tip toed to the door and looked through the peephole again, he was still there. I prayed that he would just leave, I didn't have the strength to deal with him right now. He was looking at his boots, his shoulders slumped down. I watched him like his for several minutes, it took everything in me not to open the door and throw my arms around him. He looked up and I swore there were tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes against the oncoming tears, I tried to make myself walk away but I couldn't. “I am so sorry I hurt you. I am the biggest fucking idiot there is. I spent so much time chasing worthless sluts when I had ...

... the greatest woman in the world at home waiting for me. Angel, you are the best thing that ever happened to me and I hate that messed everything up. If I could I would go back and treat you the way you deserved. I would tell you how beautiful you are and how much I loved you every single day because you deserve it. I would-” I snatched the door open slapped him across the face as hard as I could. “Shut up!” I screamed, my tears blinding me, “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I punched at him wildly, cursing him over and over. He grabbed my arms and pulled me to his chest. I struggled wildly against him, kicking his shins and biting him where I could reach. He grunted and picked me up, stepping into the house and kicking the door closed behind him. He set me down to me my feet and I shoved him away from me, angrily pushing my hair from my face. “Get the fuck out of my house.” I seethed, my breathing labored. “I’m sorry.” He came towards me, “Please just listen to me for one second-” “I’m done listening to you, Chris!” I cried, “I've listened to your shit for eight years and all you've ever done is lie to me, I’m done. I refuse to let you hurt me again.” “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He came towards me again, grabbing my shoulders and bringing me to his chest. I cried and begged him to leave, my hands pushing against him but he ignored my protests and rained kisses down on my face, muttering apologies over and over. “I hate you!” I sobbed, “I want you out of my life.” My arms hung down by my ...