Faceless - Sex Stories

Faceless

... time I looked at this man I felt heartbroken because I was hopelessly in love and unable to save him. There was a reason why he was the way he was. Very few people could understand, but I understood. “I’m going to take a shower, baby.” Of course. This was always part of his routine. Wash the “dirt” away, after the deed was done. He wouldn’t kiss or touch me until he felt clean. Something twisted in the pit of my stomach. I desired him so much, and I wanted so badly to make him happy and be everything that he needed. Why can’t he just let me in? I asked myself, tears misting my eyes. The showerhead turned on and I left the bathroom shortly after, because I knew he wouldn’t let me shower with him. Not until he would “wash the sin” off his body. ~oOo~ I was ripped away from my dreams yet again when I felt my weight being pulled toward a warm chest. I could smell the fragrant smell of shampoo and shower gel. “I’m sorry I woke you,” Jay whispered. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “My chest feels lonely without you.” Those soft spoken words… right on time. “I don’t know how to live without you, Maya.” “You’d survive.” “No, I wouldn’t. I never knew what love was until I met you. You know this.” He kissed my shoulder and caressed my hip. “You’re upset with me, aren’t you? You know she meant nothing, sweetie.” “I know.” I turned around and touched his face. “You don’t have to be worried. I’m not mad or jealous or anything.” “I can stop this. It’s not important.” “I love you ...

... unconditionally. I want to make you happy. I just wish you could try this with me.” “Absolutely not.” He frowned. “Babe, you’ve seen for yourself how intensely rough I get. There’s no way in hell I’m going to use you like that.” “It wouldn’t be using. You love me.” Jay gently moved my hand away and threw his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. He hung his head down and released a defeated sigh. “I wish I wasn’t like this. I wish I didn’t have these desires. I’m the most fucked up man in the world. You should leave me.” I couldn’t. I loved him too much to give up. I sat behind him and hugged his body, placing a kiss on his muscular back. “You don’t deserve this,” he said. “I never should have let you convince me to do this. I hate myself. I hate that I get off from this shit.” By “this” he meant the hard-core fuck sessions with random women. “Jay, baby, we’ve been through this before. It’s not your fault—he had abused you.” My boyfriend carried a shameful secret with him, and he had never shared it with another soul, except me. He was a victim of abuse at the hands of his father. That sick bastard had done horrors to him too sick and too disturbing to discuss in detail. All I could say was that no child should have lived through what Jay lived through for ten years of his life. “I’m sick in the head, Maya.” “You’re not.” He twisted his body and met my eyes. Those burning coals were no longer glowing. I shifted myself onto his lap and sat astride, facing him. Everything about Jay was ...