Sex & Violence with Leanne - Sex Stories

Sex & Violence with Leanne

... that I had made her cry, acutely aware of all that thigh she was showing. My penis became very hard very fast as I sat there listening to her choking back tears with this big hard-on between my legs, bulging in my jeans.

I was aroused by my newfound power; I couldn’t make her love me but at least I could make her cry and it turned me on.

“Why do you hate me?” she asked again, looking miserable.

I didn’t answer her. I didn’t have time to deal with her stupid question, I was trying to confront the violent feelings that had just awakened in me. I sat there experiencing this sudden, insane urge to pull her off the couch, force her legs open and unilaterally make love to her right there on the living room floor.

Some primitive, angry part of me was stupidly telling me that doing that would resolve a whole bunch of issues;

 first, I could selfishly get my rocks off;

 second, I could vindictively hurt her in revenge for dumping me so unfeelingly;

and

 third, I could maliciously fill her full of my sperm so that when she fucked Garry in a few days she could leave my cum all over his cock.

This insane urge lasted a split second and evaporated; I categorically dismissed the thought as totally unforgivable even as it formed in my mind, but I was still disgusted with myself for having had it. It would have been no less than rape. And maybe she deserved that.

I was confronting, for the first time, some irrational, violent piece of me I had never known ...

... existed. I was a nice guy, wasn't I? I really was. So why would I suddenly get such a thought?

I was totally bowled over by the fact that I had told myself for years I was not a mean, violent asshole and now there I was experiencing the urge to do something intensely cruel, even though it would resolve nothing.

I had, in the past, wondered that two people who once had loved each other so much could sink to the depth of hatred they showed after a break-up. I had watched both men and women do some pretty spiteful, destructive things to one another after they had split up and until that point in my life I could not conceive how they could be so vindictive and stupid.

Now, for the first time, I had experienced those very emotions and it was scary to come face to face with that violent aspect of myself. I sat there at my end of the couch; understanding at last the mad violence to which every man and every women can be driven by hurt.

I sat there feeling like scum for having those cruel urges. I guessed I didn’t deserve Leanne, after all.

Confessions

“I don’t hate you” I confessed quietly “I just said that because I wanted to hurt you.”

“Then, can I have a hug?” She asked me through her tears like she really needed someone to love her, as if her planned affair with Garry was to be for physical satisfaction only.

“This is insane.” I thought as I pulled her into my arms and held her. I fell in love with the fool all over again, knowing she was playing me for a ...