The Purge - Sex Stories

The Purge

... the colour of livor mortis. But what had she expected? The bitch was fucking my best mate. ~ ‘You know, John treated me better than you ever did.’ Kate said. ‘We had you fooled for over a year. Everything was planned: the dinner, the attack , the funeral . But you really screwed it up for us, Duncan.’ She leant over his body and ran her hands through his hair, ‘Such a shame, we both could have been so happy.’ The ward sister entered the room and checked his stats on the monitor. ‘How long have you and Mr Wallis been divorced?’ she asked. ‘Three months. His decision, not mine.’ ‘You poor thing – and now this, too.’ ‘It’s been a rough few months. He was cheating on me. Broke my heart.’ The ward sister laid a sympathetic hand on Kates' shoulder. ‘These millionaires think they can get away with anything.’ ~ First time I caught her was on her birthday. They were in the boathouse, consummating like rabbits on my chaise. I’d stayed to watch as he took her from behind, slapping her arse cheeks against his mouth as she pumped her hips towards his face. She blew his dick twice before he came, her lipstick smeared into a batter of semen and red paste. She wore the lingerie I’d bought her that Christmas, an insult to my liberal nature, and I made her pay for it later that night by tying her to the bedpost and fucking her arsehole until it bled. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ she’d cried. ‘Do what, Kate? The rough sex? Us?’ ‘All of it. I’m tired of you treating me like this.’ I felt some ...

... remorse as she packed her bags and walked out. Maybe I deserved it. I’d grown to love Kate, but her pitiful demand for my money put a barrier between us. I let her leave without a fight, paid for her taxi and changed the locks. As far as I knew, she’d fucked off for good. ~ ‘When I called to tell you I missed you, I meant it. Sounds silly now, but I quite enjoyed the way you played my games.’ The ward sister returned to her rounds leaving Kate alone with Mr Wallis. ‘Despite what you think of me, I do love you.’ He struggled to move his finger, unable to speak. ‘I never meant for it to end this way, Duncan. I never meant for you to get hurt.’ She took a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed the corners of her eyes. ‘That night I saw you at the bar, I felt sorry for you.’ He tried again, harder. ‘But I could never measure up to your standards, I never made the grade, did I?’ He lifted another finger. ‘And then just when I thought I could make everything better – you fucked it all up.’ He concentrated hard enough he could open an eye. ‘You leave me no choice, Duncan.’ She took a bottle from her bag and unscrewed the cap. ‘It’s the only way...’ ~ ‘Scotch.’ I’d said, eye-fucking the three new Kates at the same bar. I’d done a month of the self-loathing, depressed bullshit thing and was finished. I blamed myself for the divorce. ‘Hair of the dog.’ I cheered the redhead when she looked my way. I was a rude bastard that night. She’d called me a ‘drunken jerk with a chip on my ...