Faceless - Sex Stories

Faceless

... him, and he trusted me enough to not resurrect that darker half that he hid beneath a coffin of coal. “You know you want to.” I bit his bottom lip, pressing my palm against his heart. It was beating erratically. I had successfully made contact, and he was desperately trying to break that connection. Jay slowed down. “Don’t go there, baby.” I wouldn’t give up. “You know you want to fuck the fuck out of me—bend me over and just shove all your inches up my ass… Fuck me like a whore.” The coals were burning brightly, the most brilliant orange I had ever seen, as a fist pushed through the surface, exposing a muscular arm. “Stop it!” “Pound my cunt until I’m sore, and then ram it up my ass and punish me!” I slapped him across the face. “Come on!” Another slap. “Be a man and do it! Take what you want!” I was about to assault him again, when he caught my wrist and overpowered me. Jay pinned my arms back over my head, staring into my eyes with fierce intensity. “I will not do this with you!” I breathed out sharply when I felt his length pull out of me and disappear into the bathroom. Thirty seconds later, all I could hear was, “ Fuck… fuuuuuuuck! ” And then a pleasurable groan of relief. The toilet flushed, and the sound of running water filled my ears. He had abandoned me in bed for a minute to go and relieve himself. Feeling disappointed, I turned on the bedside lamp and sat up, wrapping the sheets around my naked body. When Jay finally returned, he met my gaze with haunted eyes ...

... and said, “Why would you do that to me?” I guess he felt as if I had broken his trust. “Jay, I just—” “Don’t ever do that again, Maya. Never.” “Why can’t you just give it a shot with me?” “Because!” He snapped. “I’ve already been through this with you, I won’t fucking repeat myself!” “You’re deliberately depriving yourself! I love you! This could be a healing experience if you would just try it with me!” “There’s nothing but damage if I do this with you! How can you be so blind to that! There are no grey areas in this. It’s either black or white! I’ve already told you how fucked up I am, if you can’t handle it then leave!” I let his words sink in before I got up and strode past him. “Maya… Maya, wait! I wasn’t serious, I—” I locked myself in the bathroom and started to sob in silence. He was right. What had I been thinking? “Baby, let me in.” Jay stood behind the door. “Please, you know how I get when you put barriers between us. It makes me crazy.” I could sense that he was on edge and borderline panicking. He often had panic attacks. The panic episodes happened ever since his mother died last year. His sister committed suicide six months after, which only worsened his condition. “Maya, please!” He pounded on the door. It wasn’t easy loving someone who was manically depressed. “Fuck, I’m… it’s happening again!” He was having another attack. Immediately, I opened the door and took his hand, leading him onto the balcony. “Okay, just sit down and breathe. Listen to my voice.” Jay ...