Sex & Violence with Leanne - Sex Stories

Sex & Violence with Leanne

... told me why she wanted Garry's nighttime number. Then, since I knew Garry better than she did, the little conniver asked me to arrange her first fuck with him!!!

Try to Imagine How Mad I Was

We sat at each end of her couch while she told me all that. I sat there in disbelieving silence, trying to deal with that insane development while curled up in something resembling a fetal position, trying to understand why I had been dumped for a loser like Garry and hurt that all Leanne’s friends had known about it for the past weeks. She had made me look like an idiot.

“Go ahead” She said contritely “Tell me I’m a bitch.”

“Oh...you’re a Bitch, alright!” I willingly complied. “A goddammed fucking....” I took a deep breath and raised my voice “....BITCH!!!!.”

Then I sat there in silence for several minutes, stewing over the whole thing. No, I didn't cry.

I’d been dumped before, but not with the disregard Leanne was showing. I was really having a time dealing with someone who could make love to me for two months then treat me as insignificantly as Leanne was treating me.

She sat at her end of the couch with her legs drawn up, her miniskirt revealing a good portion of her well-shaped thigh. She looked good.

“You do still like me, don’t you?” She finally ventured tentatively, as if nothing was amiss that couldn’t be worked out by talking about it in a rational, adult manner.

“NO!!!....” I said with a vehemence that surprised me. All my anger flowed out of me in ...

... a rush at the betrayal, the callousness, the insensitivity, the manipulation. “I...HATE...you!”

I looked at her with nothing but venom. A good backhand might have been deserved but I did not seriously consider giving it to her.

Leanne looked taken aback at my outburst, as if she hadn’t considered my feelings in her own selfish world up ‘til then. As if she hadn’t considered I might have ever felt something for her or that I might have any feelings at all.

She just looked at me in shock and tears suddenly began filling her eyes.

“Well... wh...why...why do you hate me?” she sobbed irrationally, as if she was just an innocent bystander at the traffic accident of life that had just me run over. “Hate Garry, not me!” she pleaded.

Tears ran down her pretty little cheeks while I sat there trying to understand this pretzel logic. I started wondering how I couldn't look past her pretty face and taut breasts and recognize how stupid and small she really was. Wondering why I still felt something towards her, even so, even in the midst of all the bullshit she had just pulled.

She just sat there bawling with her head down while I stared at her in silence. Tears trickled down her face and dripped off the tip of her cute nose. She didn’t wipe them.

Why was she crying, I wondered? She treats a friend like trash and then can’t deal with being despised for it....?

When Erections Attack

Then things got strange. SICK strange.

I started getting turned on by the fact ...