Damn Him

Maybe there was a reason she avoided sex for so long. Never mind the familial responsibilities that kept her from any kind of social life. Truth be told, she could have made time for a quickie now and then.

Maybe she avoided sex for nearly a decade because she didn't want to admit that she loved the way a cock filled her up, stretched her, made her feel full. Not quite a nympho, she just had a longing to be fucked, often and well. Like Audrey II, her hungry pussy constantly pleaded "feed me."

Afraid of how her need to be used made her feel, how desperate she'd get sometimes, she quit cold turkey. She stopped seeking sexual partners, stopped using penetrating toys. No penetration meant the whore inside her would sleep. Best not to rile her up. Be a good girl and lock the whore away. Do not feed her lust for sex.

It was difficult at first, denying herself. Going through withdrawal much as any addict would. Oh, she didn't stop masturbating. She just adjusted to reaching orgasm solely from clitoral stimulation, her pussy desperately spasming around... nothing.

She stayed busy with work and taking care of her dying mother. Her friends slowly stopped calling. She stopped dating. She became used to the hollow, empty feeling.

Then her mother died.

When you've devote years to caring for someone, halting your own life because you were always "the responsible one," and that someone dies, there's an instant crater. An instant uncomfortable silence that must be filled.

You have time now that you hadn't had before. But you don't know what to fill that time with. Finding yourself alone in a silent house is frightening. Being alone with your thoughts can be terrifying.

She was finally free of all of her obligations, her responsibilities. She was finally alone. Completely alone... too alone.

She craved intimacy, closeness, a gentle touch. And so she allowed a man to enter her bed.

She had explained to him prior to their meeting that it had been a long time since she had had sex. He prodded her for her most intimate secrets and fantasies. She gave them up easily, happy for his attention.

The day he was to come, she expected a gentle encounter. He seemed like a nice guy. She was nervous.

Instead, he forcefully, painfully fucked her, using her for his own pleasure. Then left her bruised and sobbing on the bed, with no concern as to her feelings, wants, needs.

She cried for a few days after the encounter. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. She blamed herself. She felt used and tossed aside. Abandoned.

It wasn't long before she felt a stirring, an awakening.

Intentional or not, he had set the whore free. He broke the cage and laughed as she crawled out, delirious with a long-neglected need.

Her mind and body at war, she would berate herself for being a stupid, lonely girl and trusting too easily. But the whore would replay his voice in her head, "Don't fucking say no to me," "spread your legs," "take it."

Mortified, she would feel her panties becoming damp. Her cheeks flushed as her nipples hardened so tightly they hurt. She wondered if everyone around her could smell her desire.

She found herself daydreaming often... of the way he handled her, his commanding voice, the way she didn't seem to matter to him. The way his cock slammed into her hungry pussy, reminding her of her addiction.

Her work was suffering as she was constantly distracted. Whenever she looked in the mirror and saw the bruises changing color, starting to fade, she found herself longing for more.

She started to use her penetrating toys again. Masturbating nightly, crying out into the dark, empty house as she fucked herself, imagining it was his cock claiming her.

She invited more strangers to her bed to use her, to fuck her, to take her. She didn't care, she had to feed the whore, the need, the addiction.

In those moments when she was alone, often catching her breath on her bed once the men had left, she would curse him.

Damn him for waking the whore, bringing her back to this realm.

Damn him for getting in her head, using her so brutally and leaving her empty, restless, unfulfilled.

Damn him as she scoured websites and chat rooms, looking for the next cock, the next taste to feed her addiction.

Damn him.