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Raw Edge
by The Relic (ktrelic@yahoo.com)
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Based on a true story; the awakening moment of a man
who has been dominated his entire life by a woman. He
finally takes control in a big way, to her surprise and
his pleasure. (MF, dom, nc, rp)
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The raw and open wound of my life had just scabbed over
a bit. I'd held my guts in while my entrails wanted to
spill out my body and trail behind me for a long time,
until they finally started staying in themselves. My
woman had disemboweled me pretty well and taken me to
the proverbial cleaners all at the same time. A broken
heart goes well with a broken man don't you know.
But I defied it. My woman was fucking someone else,
leaving me, and taking all my money. My business was
falling into ruin around me due to my inattentiveness
and the general incompetence of my business partner. My
friends drifting away slowly but inevitably; their own
lives taking up much increased importance as I
deteriorated. After all, it's no fun to watch someone
piss themselves and sit in it, which was effectively
what was happening to me. I still said fuck it. I
wasn't going to just lay down and die! Kick me, and I
bleed; but you'd better run afterwards.
Then She breezed into my life once more, like a breath
of fresh air redolent with spring fresh scents, but
when you inhale deeply you realize that it's just that
cheap Glade you spray to cover up the shit you just
took; but I get ahead of myself. I'd met her nearly
twenty years before, as a very young man who was taken
in by her old money style, distracting charm and not
inconsequential physical attributes.
I hadn't seen her in years, but there she was one day
on my doorstep. Amazing how the years seem to melt away
in an instant, like all that time you'd spent apart had
just been practice for the next time you saw one
another.
"So I hear you're single again." She said in way of
greeting. She smiled not so coyly and brushed past me
into my apartment uninvited, knowing she wouldn't need
one. I'd always welcomed her, even though she had been
poison to my psyche. It was something I always needed
but secretly dreaded, sort of like getting a really big
enema for your soul. You feel all stopped up inside and
the cure is unpleasant but boy does it feel great when
its over.
She went to my kitchen and poured us a couple of
drinks. I watched her, amused at my own past
willingness to participate in her particular brand of
madness. She picked her drink up and swigged a good
part of it, then lit a cigarette, looking at me over
the flames. Smoke curled up lazily to the ceiling past
her half-expectant face and arrogant eyes.
I picked up the drink she'd made for me and smiled back
at her. "So, news travels fast in the land of the
damned." I'd only moved out of my house two days before
leaving it and everything else to my soon to be ex-
wife. I continued looking at her face; A nice face to
look at. Her dark brown eyes were wide in her
attractive face and I had always appreciated what I was
looking at. She'd aged, but in that graceful beautiful
way that some women have the ability to do. My physical
attraction to her had always been one of my downfalls.
"I heard it through the grapevine." Oh how I knew that
grapevine so very, very well. It was responsible for a
lot of hard facts that had come my way lately. I
grimaced. I was finding her a bit hard to take after
all. I put the drink down.
"What do you want Sandra? I haven't seen you in a very
long time." I came right to the point. I had changed
since I had last seen her, more than she knew.
"You," she said just as plainly. I was impressed. Her
bluntness was new. I wasn't used to it but it allowed
me to segue to what I was going to do next.
"Is that right? Are you sure?" I grabbed her hair and
pulled her face to mine, closely to look in her eyes. I
grabbed her drink and cigarette with my other hand and
dropped them to the floor, the liquid and ice spilling
out onto the linoleum floor like vital fluids from a
hit and run victim. I could see fright in her eyes, the
first time I had ever seen that from this woman who had
always been in the drivers seat in our on-again off-
again relationship.
"What are you doing?" She said lamely. I could smell
the tobacco and vodka on her breath, her face was
close.
"What I should have done years ago." I said simply and
then kissed her roughly. Shoving her ahead of me I
pushed her into the front room and over my couch. I
held her down as I lifted her skirt, an elegant number
that spoke volumes of what kind of woman she was and
the money she came from. I had always appreciated that
about her, she sure knew how to dress. Not that it
mattered for my purposes today.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Real anger was in her
voice now as she realized events had transcended far
beyond her expectations. I ignored her as I put my hand
gently to her delicate off-white silk panties and
appreciated the smooth feel of them in my hand as I
ripped them off of her roughly. They ripped easily and
it probably hurt her a little bit. She was half in
shock and indignant at this time. It was one thing when
she was riding the horse, but now the horse appeared to
be trying to ride her.
"This isn't funny. I didn't come over here to have sex
with you. I thought you might want a friend to..." her
tirade died off as she realized I wasn't paying
attention. I had freed my hard cock and was holding her
hair tightly. I put it up to her intending to take her
forcefully, right then, right there. She began to
struggle in earnest.
I jerked her hair up and looked into her face, my eyes
no nonsense. I had changed much more than she had ever
counted on. My philosophy had changed, my mind had
changed, and my ass was indeed following. "I intend to
fuck you like the little slut bitch you are. You're
going to take it and I'm going to enjoy it." I grinned
a little, feeling the unfamiliar beginnings of true
happiness. I probably looked a little maniacal at the
point. I know her face blanched as she saw the look in
my eye, and the fright I saw made the act I was going
to commit even more sweet and savory.
I entered her without further ado. She was wet; soaking
wet. I knew then that I had been right about her. She
was a whore down deep inside, one that needed a daddy
to correct her wicked ways. I plunged into her
joyfully, my cock ramming into her harder than I'm sure
she'd ever been fucked. Her lovely brown hair in my
hands made a fantastic handle as I rammed her so hard
the couch was rocking back and forth.
She was grunting now, all thoughts of rage gone in the
shock of my entry and my brutal assault on her body.
Her pussy was so wet I had no troubles pounding it with
swift, sharp strokes. At some point I know she came
hard, with involuntary little shrieks leaking out of
her mouth. I fucked her this way for a good ten minutes
or so before I came with tremendous force, the powerful
feeling sweeping over me with incredible, swift joy.
When I was done I felt purged, like a heavy weight had
been lifted from my back. I sighed with content and
then let her hair go and backed off, zipping up my
still wet cock. She lay where I left her, draped over
the couch, her skirt falling halfway but not quite over
her bare ass. Tears streamed down her face silently as
she pulled her skirt down.
"How could you do that?" She said tearfully. I looked
at her tear-streaked face and had the bad grace to
laugh a little.
"I didn't ask you to come over here, slut. Now shut up
and clean up your drink. It spilled." She looked at me
in total shock. I had never treated her or spoken to
her this way before. She looked a little dazed then
stepped into the kitchen and mopped up the spilled
drink. After she was done she left silently. I watched
her with intended casualness, looking at her, waiting
for a reaction. There was none.
Three days later, I heard the phone ring as I was
sitting down to watch television. I answered it after
three or four rings. It was her. She had a pleading
sound in her voice that I had never heard before, and I
knew then that the world had indeed turned.
"Can I please come over?"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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