The Taming of the Shrew p1 - Sex Stories

The Taming of the Shrew p1

This story was written after a conversation with my girlfriend about our shared love for informative murder porn. She is aware and has consented to my writing of this and knows that I wouldn't actually want to harm her in real life. The initial segment is based off an actual conversation we had. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fiora lay on the soft springy bed, her brown arms wrapped around her boyfriend's head. She'd just come back from her work trip to Spain and she was completely exhausted. Her plane had come back very late the previous day and she'd had to wake up early when the new builders came in and she'd had dozens of emails sent to her to catch up on, on the weekend no less. They really didn't respect her personal time. She ran her fingers through her brown hair. It felt thick and luscious at the base, thin and threadlike at the bottom. She was going natural soon. For most of her life she'd had chemically and heat straightened hair and that had really damaged it. She was starting to grow it out and the differences were obvious. Her mother had never really- Oh, he was shifting. She lifted her breast out of the way and her boyfriend snuggled into a better position. - cared enough to let her have natural hair. She'd gotten so mad at this. It was just hair. She didn't even know how it would look. She'd seen enough youtube videos. Would he like it? Would he ...

... hate it? It was permanent, black women didn't grow hair at any reasonable rate, what if he hated her when she cut it. She'd have to stop him. “I think I too would have to use poison to kill you if I had to do it for some reason.” Her boyfriend peered up at her., his face confused “Sorry? Could you repeat that?” “I said, If I was going to kill you, then I'd use poison. You know, like in the movie.” In Spain at the hotel there'd been an English movie TV channel which showed a movie, This is Forty. The wife had discussed how to kill her partner with her partner. “What sort of poison?” “Ricin maybe. Then I could take care of you and you'd be all sweet and grateful till the end that I was helping you with it all.” Her boyfriend shook his head. “Ricin has a pretty fast action. It messes up your immune system and you die from opportunistic infections. You'd be taking care of me for just a few days. I'd recommend the old favorite, arsenic. At the right dose you could keep me alive for months before my death.” “Yeah, but it's pretty detectable. In the hair, urine and such, especially with chronic exposure.” “That's a problem, yeah. How would you want me to take you out if I had to kill you?” She glanced down at her grinning boyfriend. He looked very nice. He had very shapely shoulders and well cut short brown hair that she adored. But she wasn't going to help him kill her. She ran her hands down his hairy chest, feeling the muscle beneath. “I'd prefer if you didn't kill me.” “Well, yes, ...