Faceless - Sex Stories

Faceless

... though he didn’t have to. When he was twenty-five, he had already got a vasectomy because he knew for certain that he didn’t want to be a father. He was always clear about his rules and told his willing participants what they could and couldn’t do. The list of all the “don’ts” was always longer than the “do’s.” They were not allowed to touch him, at all. If they did, it was game over. Imagine a wolf mounting its mate, fulfilling what he biologically is compelled to do, and then once the primal act is over, he trots off and goes about his normal business. Well, that’s exactly what happened when Jay would have sex with these random women. They were objectified as animals, not human beings with complex emotions. That woman was a static, one dimensional character, while my protagonist who believed he was the antagonist in my story, was the most complex, dynamic, and intriguing character ever. I use this metaphor because I’m a writer. “Oh God, yes! Fuck my ass!” I watched him pull out and alternate between entry holes. If he was planning to shove it back into her pussy again, then the risk of a UTI was sure to follow (for her, of course). Any sensible woman is wise enough to know that you do not alternate between “exit and entry points” while having sex. Pornography glorifies the act. But real life is so far from what the “professionals” on porn sets portray as the ultimate sexual experience. Jay would often engage in the roughest anal sex I had ever seen with other women. I was ...

... convinced he had a fetish for it, and even though I had offered to try with him, he could never bring himself to “violate” me and “defile” my body. As he said, “whores are whores who deserve to be fucked like whores,” and I was far from the very vile thing he desired. Beyond closed doors, all our friends thought we were the perfect couple, like the perfect celebrity pairing debuted on an issue of “Vanity Fair.” I knew I was an attractive woman, but being in his presence sometimes made me feel insecure, because he was so perfect. It just wasn’t natural. Sure, there were scars on his body, war wounds, but I was blind to the flaws. Every time I touched his scars, all I could think about was his strength and bravery. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride in him, which was the biggest contradiction because what woman in their right mind would be proud of her man if he desired to sleep with other women? It’s complicated, but I promise to enlighten you. We had only been dating a year, and from the beginning of our relationship, Jay was always romantic, soft spoken, and charming around me. In the eyes of all our friends and family, he represented the ideal boyfriend and life partner. But no one knew about the other man that existed behind his masked morality. They were oblivious to his darkness. That’s what he called it at first when I helped him open up one evening. I was excellent at studying people, and throughout the first six months of us being together, I had studied him very ...