Revenge, Pt 13: The puns - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 13: The puns

... pleasure. She pulled herself towards me as our pleasure faded and my cock began to wilt. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and inhaled the scent of my sweat before kissing and licking along my throat and collar bone. I relaxed my body and took her by the chin, leading her lips to mine. She kissed me passionately, our lips and bodies pressing together. She slowly let the kiss end, then smiled and bit her lip. She pressed her forehead against my collar bone and sighed happily. "I thought I was going to pass out again." she confessed, her breath warm against my chest. We laughed together before I kissed her again. We lay there and kissed for a long time, just holding each other. We didn't talk, and she barely made a sound aside from the occasional whimper when I'd nibble on her lip. Every time we pulled apart she'd stare into my eyes, her expression so full of adoration. I started to feel it again, that incredible connection with her. Staring into her eyes like that, I felt like I could really understand her, see everything her soul was made of. But I'd never been able to understand her. The dark thought crossed my mind, and in seconds the feeling began to fade, replaced with that old familiar bitterness. I'd wished a thousand times that I understood her, that I knew why she'd always treated me like she had, but I still didn't. This wasn't a connection, it was just... a stupid feeling, a rush of endorphins after a good fuck. I sighed and rolled away from her onto my ...

... back. Why couldn't I just feel one thing for her? Just like her or hate her, or just stop caring altogether? I couldn't hold onto any solid emotion when it came to her. She put her arm across my chest and kissed my shoulder, still feeling that loving rush. I sat up slowly, and got off the bed. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I'll be right back." I muttered, pulling on my jeans. I left and walked downstairs. I turned off the TV, locked the front door, and turned off all the lights. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while, hating the creeping emptiness I felt in my chest. I sighed, not wanting to go back to the room. I didn't want to feel close to her. I went back up to room, opening the door and standing in the doorway. "Night." I said. "Wait, where are you going?" she asked. "The guest room. I can't sleep in here." I said. "Can't you stay for a little while?" she asked sadly. With my earlier mistakes, I'd learned that when a submissive is heavily dominated or punished, they might need "after care", basically to be held and looked after, maybe given something to eat or drink. But right now she was fine; I hadn't really dominated her tonight. As I saw it, I had no obligation to be here if I didn't want to. "The doors locked and every thing's switched off downstairs." I said, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Ok... goodnight!" she called as I closed the door. I frowned and walked over to the guest room. "I don't have to be there…..." I told myself aloud as I undressed. The ...