Faceless - Sex Stories

Faceless

... somewhere in there, buried beneath glowing coals that burned like cinders in his dark marble eyes. Passion, pain, lust, love. He wasn’t burning alive. This was his transformative moment, like a liminal being; a phoenix set aflame and resurrected from its ashes. I knew that he couldn’t help himself. I was the only one who could help him. I had encouraged him to open Pandora’s Box, and now that he had… we couldn’t go back. “Oh my God!” The woman moaned. “I’m so fuckin’ close!” Jay grabbed a fistful of her locks and tugged it back aggressively, making her cry out in pain. He wasn’t the gentle, sweet lover who held me in his arms at night, kissing me until I’d beg him to give his body to me. And even when he’d finally surrender and satisfy my desires, he wouldn’t have sex with me like this. He couldn’t. I had tried to connect with his darkest half, become best friends with him, offer my body to him as a sexual sacrifice, but he just couldn’t allow himself to go there with me. Jay was perfectly capable of disassociating love and sex—that woman he was fucking was a prime example. He wasn’t able to disconnect himself with me. He loved me too much to fuck me and use me as if I were a bitch in heat. He was incapable of subjecting me to humiliation and rough play. Jay couldn’t be merciless with me. He couldn’t call me a whore, tie me up and have his way with me. To cast me as the role of the harlot in his dark play of S&M was to forever destroy who I was at the core. He couldn’t ...

... corrupt my innocence, even though I felt I had none. After all, I wasn’t a virgin when I met the man. My heart had been badly broken, and I’d been six months out of a messy divorce. I never expected to crash course into another relationship. I had just turned twenty-four when I’d met Jay. Pretty young to be a divorcee, right? That’s what happens when a girl has no father in her life to love her and make sure she doesn’t make stupid mistakes like the one I made at nineteen; four years of pledging my love to someone who had only lied to me from the get go for personal gain. What did he possibly gain? Too much. But that’s another story I won’t open up right now. That woman’s incessant moaning was too distracting for introspection. “You have no idea how good your cock feels in my pussy!” I watched the way her eyes rolled back, as the cellulite around her thighs jiggled, the harder he pounded. She wasn’t overweight, but she wasn’t toned. Not like I was. During moments like this, Jay could never look me in the eye longer than three seconds. Not while he was screwing these bimbos. He had a routine; a ritual of a sort whenever we’d share our bed with another. Jay had rules that he followed and never broke. For starters, he never kissed the women he slept with, never went down on them, and the only sexual position that got him off, was ramming them from behind either through vaginal or anal intercourse. He didn’t like to look at them. It felt too “intimate.” He always used a condom, even ...