20 Jul The Stories I Don’t Tell
A lot of people have seen them together a few times. Those who bothered to look closely,must have seen the way she looked at him. They must have seen the way she lit up in his presence.. They must have heard the music in her laugh. She was smitten by him. They must have known this. He knew it.
He saw every move.. Every crease in her skirt. The way her hands never stopped rubbing her hips. He saw the fire his presence lit in her eyes. He heard the longing in the way her feet run to him. He saw lust in her smile. He knew he could have her. In fact he felt he had to have. Its only natural. He was sure she would fall easily into his bed like a heap of clothes.
So he made his move. It was easy really. He didn’t need much tactics. Only an invite. And she came knocking shyly. He liked that she was shy. Her timidity stirred something in him. He wanted to take her slowly. Break down every fence she might have. He wanted to lace her eyes with kisses. He wanted to drive his song into her slowly like he was drilling his way into her heart.
But then.. She wouldn’t hug him. She dodged his arms. She waved his kisses away. She smiled shyly like she didn’t see his dick harden when she brushed past him. She covered her eyes with the drink he offered. When she was done,she stood up to leave. He was perturbed. She wasn’t going to leave like that,was she? She laughingly said yes. He was puzzled
Did he imagine all that green light? Was he just him all along? And then she reached up and kissed his cheek. The softness of her lips,wet on his face snapped something in him. He pulled her and shut the door with his back. He pulled her roughly to him. She struggled feebly to get away from him. Her attempts at escape only drove him further. He picked her up,slung her over his shoulder and dumped her on the bed,like a heap of clothes.
A few tears after,a million muffled screams after.. The shy bubbly girl was gone. In her place was a shell. Like an empty bottle of coke,she had been drained in minutes. Her legs shook,they couldn’t carry the weight in her heart. Her hands shook,they were aching to rip her hair out. She had been violated. Every inch of her soul screamed for help. For a reason..
What? Why? How? What went wrong? Why did it go wrong? How did it go wrong? And when? When did a perfect gentleman become a beast? When did the sweet,charming and proper man give way to the beast? Was it her? Did she say something? Was it the way she dressed? What went wrong?! Her mind was screaming for an explanation but her mouth couldn’t utter a word. She was struck dumb by pain. She was paralyzed by fear…
…To be continued
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