Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... worse than aggressive. They can be so sneaky, two-faced, excuse me—triple-faced. They’ll wear a certain mask around you, a different mask around family, friends, the general public, and the last mask is the one they wear when they look in the mirror. The most dangerous people are the ones who lie to themselves and believe it. They get so wrapped up in their web of lies that they can no longer distinguish fact from fiction anymore. There was a moment in my life where I had questioned my own identity, but my ex won the trophy for that category. It’s kind of ironic that I had to live with the world’s most confused person to find out who I really was. Jay didn’t hide his darkness. He hid nothing from me. My ex-husband, however, hid so much. I can never forgive him for the injustices he did to me and my family. But in a way, I’m thankful that he broke my heart, because now I’m bullet proof. Pure titanium. Nothing can pierce my heart anymore. Nothing can penetrate me, unless I open my legs. Sorry. I have my satire moments. At present, all that was left of me were pieces of who I used to be, all scrambled and glued together in a rush. Everything looked misplaced. Imagine a glass vase in your mind; a beautiful one. Reflect on that image and try to personify it. This crystal antique represents everything that makes you who you are, every piece of you crafted into one complete and priceless creation. Now, imagine that that vase breaks; glass exploding like fireworks. Slow it down and ...

... watch every shard, big or small, somersault and scatter all over the surface. You are literally in pieces. Every part of you is broken and taken apart. How can we fix this? Well, let’s reverse the effect and see what happens. Rewind in real time, fast or slow, and you’ll find that the vase is perfectly intact, as if it had never been broken. Unfortunately, we can’t reverse decisions and experiences or go back in time. And when things get broken, we can’t restore them completely to what they once were. All we can do is try our best to piece ourselves back together, find the places where each piece is meant to go, and glue it in place. It’s sort of like creating a mosaic. My mosaic was extremely flawed. I had successfully reversed my breaking point, but was unsuccessful at restoring my vase correctly. In a state of panic, all I could have done was gather whatever I could and try to fix anything that was salvageable, even if the pieces didn’t belong, at least they wouldn’t have been on the floor, at least I wouldn’t have had to admit that I was broken. All that shattered glass… and nothing had adhered where it was meant to. Jay seemed like the only person who understood that because he was able to relate. We were both imperfect but embraced our imperfections. I had given myself to someone who was so sexually dominant in nature. I never expected him to open himself up to me and let me look inside the broken window of his soul. Yes, he was broken too, despite the perfect impression ...