Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... Sometimes it's interpreted as Dominant and slave, which is just another way of saying Dom and sub. I mean, some people think there's an important distinction, but I don't know..." I knew I was rambling, but I was nervous about her reaction. This was another of those topics that I wasn't used to talking about, but had only ever discussed with people online, who were mostly just screen names to me. I'd never actually breathed a single word of this to anyone before. I hadn't looked at her yet. "So..." she said, surprising me, "Then SM is... sadist and masochist." "Right." I said. "That's what 'S&M' is too, by the way... Sadomasochism. Or, again, sometimes people will say that for them 'SM' means slave and Master, but..." I trailed off, shrugging. I was really bad at this, I was starting to learn. When faced with this kind of difficult emotional conflict my first instinct was to retreat to logic. Facts and definitions, things I could argue and manipulate. This wasn't helping her, that was obvious. "This is a lot to take in." she said. "I know." I answered. "So... so I'm really not.. normal?" she asked, emotion creeping back into her tone. "Well... I mean, it depends on-" I started. "God, so it's not enough that I'm a slut, now you're telling me that deep down I'm some kind of... masochistic freak?" she accused, the anger in her voice rising. "Like, that all I want deep down is to be someone else's bitch?" "I... I mean, that's one way of putting it-" "Fuck that, that's not... you ...

... don't fucking know me, you don't know how this feels." she said angrily. "You can't just tell me I'm all fucked up and just expect me to accept it." "I didn't say you were fucked up, I'm-" "But I don't want it to be like this." she said, interrupting me again, "I want just want things to be normal." I laughed. How could anything between us ever be normal? "Jessica... you wouldn't give a shit about me if I didn't treat you like this. You don't want normal." I said. She flinched away from me, as if she'd been slapped. Her rage seemed to dissipate, only to be replaced by a cold, intense stare. "That's fucked up." she said, "You think I love you because you hurt me?" "All I've done is hurt you." I said calmly, "You treated me like shit until I did the same to you, and then you fell in love with me." She didn't respond. "Think about it." I continued, "You had a boyfriend already, you had a normal relationship with Mike and look how that ended." "Mike had a tiny dick." she said defensively. "Did he ever kiss you?" I asked. She furrowed her brow. "Of course he kissed me, he was my boyfriend." she said. "Did it feel the same as when I kiss you?" I asked. She paused. "And I assume he played with your tits whenever he got the chance. Did it feel as good as when I do it?" I asked. "No! Ok? No, he never turned me on like you do, is that what you want to hear? Does that make you feel important?" she shouted. "This isn't about me!" I raising my voice slightly, "All I do is hurt you. When I ...