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Subject: {ASSM} Once Upon a Late Night (M/F)
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Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 09:10:05 -0400
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She opened the blanket just enough to get herself into bed with me. I
noticed she had taken off her pants.

"Where've you been?" I asked.

"I was out."

"I didn't think you were really breaking up with me," I said, and sat
up, "just like that."

"I don't want to talk about it," she said. She put her arm around me.

"Did you kiss him?"

She didn't say anything, but put her arm around mine.

"Did you kiss him?" I asked with more force.

She said, "Yes."

"Two years. We've been together two years and its just like that."

She adjusted her arm, and pulled herself closer. I felt her cold legs.
Her feet tangled up with mine. I tried not to move. I had a knee up to
keep her away.

"Did you fuck him?"

"No," she said. "Of course not."

She pressed her body closer to mine. She wore her underwear and a
white shirt, but no bra.

"What are you doing? You think you can come into my bed, like nothing
happened?"

"I can't sleep by myself. Not tonight."

"Even after what you did? Are you kidding me. You should have stayed
with your boyfriend."

"He's not..."

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why."

"But you're done with me."

"Yes. No. I don't know."

"You fucking bitch. I felt bad saying it. I hoped it would hurt her
even more."

She placed her hand on my knee and pushed it down. I struggled, but
let it drop. She pressed closer to me. She adjusted herself. She
searched out my lips and when she found them, took them into her mouth
hard and desperate. All her love was in that kiss.

"Don't you have any self respect?" I asked.

"I don't know what to say?"

"You can say, I'm a bitch. I'm sorry I'm a bitch"

That drove a nice spike into her.

"Get the fuck out." I shoved her away. She clung to me.

"I love you," she said.

"If you did, you wouldn't..."

"It didn't mean anything. It was just a date."

"It was cheating."

"I broke up with you." Earlier that day, no more than 12 hours ago.

"It was just a date."

"Do you love him?"

"No."

"I know how it goes. It didn't mean anything. Is that how you women
rationalize sleeping around. Fuck you, get out."

She didn't say anything. For the longest time, it was near silence.
You could her snow flakes fall, the trudging through snow, maybe a
door close near or far away. My computer hummed.

She cried, convulsed, pulled the blanket closer to her, pressed into
me. She turned her head away. You could hear her loud sobs and you
knew there were streams of tears. She wiped her face. It made me feel
sorry for her and hate myself. We were quiet for a long time.

"Can we just forget it for tonight. Can we just go to sleep?" she
said.

I looked at her and touched her face delicately. Her face was hot and
wet.

I grabbed her thighs, those wide thighs that stuck out of her hips,
which made it so hard to find a decent pair of pants. I grabbed a
bunch of it in my open hand and then clutched it hard.

She held the pain inside. She barely struggled, but she felt it
alright. Her face pressed close to mine.

"I love you." she said.

"Why?"

She grabbed for my cock, which was hard, betraying me,. She stroked
the foreskin up and down the head and started jerking me off.

"You fucking bitch."

She didn't say anything.

She pulled down her panties and turned her ass to my cock.

"Fuck me," she asked.

I pushed down my boxers and gave her what she wanted. I felt her
differently. I felt low like an animal. Things clicked in my head, she
was an object now, an instrument. I philosophized as I fucked her hard
and angry.

"This cock is telling you it loves you, but I'm telling you that I
hate you."

"Stop."

"Well fuck you."

"Yes"

I fucked her until I came, and pulled out. I got off the bed and
looked for a clean shirt to wipe my cock. I turned on my desk lamp. I
came back and sat at the bed. The blanket was off. She was uncovered
from the waist down. Her shirt covered her small tits. She was an
object of sexual desire. Her wide hips, patch of black wiry pubes,
legs spread out casually. I went up to her and slipped my hand between
her legs. She closed her legs on my hand.

"Its going to take him forever to figure out how to fuck you like you
like it. Like I know how"

She nodded.

"I know your clit, how to time you, how you want it, when your coming,
how to make you come harder. And you're giving that up for him?"

"It not about that."

I frigged her cunt. Usually I focused, got into a vibe with her. But
this was easy. I was rough and manhandled her, as much to recall my
mastery of her cunt, as well as to  remind her that I knew how to do
it.

"I still love you, you know. You don't turn something like that off.
But I hate you too." I told her.

She left out a heaving cry.

"Just fuck me. I'm a bitch, a slut. I'm worthless."

I made her cum in my hand, her body shook and she flopped back on the
bed. She relaxed. I cleaned my fingers with the t-shirt I had used
earlier. I threw it at her. She took it between her legs and cleaned
herself. I frowned and looked down at her. She pulled the blanket over
her shoulders and pushed herself back against the wall of the bed. I
turned off the lamp, got into bed and laid on my back.

The night closed in on us, my mind filled with thoughts. I exhausted
myself thinking, and fell asleep. Tomorrow was the start of something
else between us.

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