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The cab drops Rosa off on the corner and she walks the short distance home. She's wearing a hooded exercise top zipped right up to her chin, full length leggings and gloves. Hidden beneath is her new latex skin; as she walks, she can feel the suit moving against her skin, compressing her crotch, lubricated now by the moistness that's been building up between her legs since she left the gym.
When Rosa reaches her front door she pauses to calm her nerves, then she slides her key into the lock and opens the door, her stomach tingling with nervous excitement. She's been visualising her husband's face all the way home, imagining the grand reveal as she walks in and he sees his wife replaced by his latex fantasy, ready to be used by him.
Inside, Rosa closes the door quietly and strips out of her street clothes. She takes a deep steadying breath through her nostrils, drawing in the scent of new latex. For some reason, it excites her even more; she can feel how wet she is now between her legs.
The apartment is dark and quiet. She doesn't turn on the lights; instead, she moves from room to room trying not to make a sound. Rosa doesn't want to call out, she wants to appear in front of her husband like she is: a perfect, silent, glossy doll, ready for his use. The thought makes her squirm inside.
The kitchen is empty, so she tiptoes into the living room. It's also deserted. Rosa knows where he'll be and goes towards the bedroom, buzzing with excitement at the closed door. She grins to herself and grasps the handle; her stomach churns, adrenaline spiking with nerves. She wants to show him what she'll do for him, she wants him to understand. She wants him to see her and sweep her up into his arms, lay her down on the bed, and slide his thick, rigid manhood inside her, to break through all the shit and feel that instinctive, effortless connection with the man she has always loved. Her hand is trembling with anticipation as she turns the handle and opens the door.
The room is empty. Even in the gloom, she can see he's not here. Her hand goes to the light switch and she winces as the room is bathed in bright light. The bed is made, the cupboards are closed, everything is neat. Too neat. Rosa can't stop her hand from shaking as she reaches out to open the wardrobe. The door swings open to reveal an empty space: his clothes are gone.
The world rushes in on her and in a daze, she turns away, scanning the rest of the bedroom, her mind racing to make sense of what she's seeing. She can't comprehend it, where is Aidan? Then she finds the note on the bed.
Rosa stands, her body frozen, her hands coiled into fists. All she can see is the square of paper, folded neatly. She feels like she's about to faint. Her hand reaches out and her body follows, gravitating irresistibly towards the bed. She picks up the little piece of paper and, haltingly, she unfolds it to see two lines in Aidan's handwriting:
'I asked myself what good was I doing here. Who am I helping? I couldn't find an answer anymore. I love you Rosa but now I see that for you, love is not enough.'
Her vision blurs, tears forming. Her body is locked rigid as she stares at the little piece of paper, unable to breathe, feeling the prickly crawl of oxygen deprivation in her chest as she reads the final line.
'I lose, you win.'
The last flicker of fire inside her dies, smothered and snuffed out. The glossy, featureless black figure sinks slowly to its knees beneath the glare of the ceiling light, a square of paper fixed in its stiff fingers.
The apartment is silent, the rooms are empty. The spaces that once held such life, such passion, are now stilled. A lifeless plastic doll is left kneeling in a bedroom, mere flotsam discarded by the tidal wave that surged through the place, a beautiful prize uncollected by a contestant who would not return.
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[This is the end of Oxygen Games, but there is more than one side to this story. What We Tell Ourselves In The Dark begins 27th August.
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Absolutely can’t tolerate this ending. Is there no chance for remorse or forgiveness or any possibility of reconciliation?????
Too bitter and hopeless for me!!!
To those wanting to blame Aidan, remember that we are introduced to this couple by Aidan satisfying Rosa’s rape fantasy. Combined with her reactions in the moment to other scenes, including the one with Haro, We are shown that Rosa has definite submissive tendencies. Her reactions to her own tendencies and her responses to her body’s failure to produce a child indicate a deep dissatisfaction with herself, if not a certain amount of self loathing.
When one dislikes oneself, it is difficult to truly love others. Much of Rosa’s behavior and attitudes show this throughout the story. I personally find the characters quite believable. Rosa’s sad ending is of her own making.
Yes, this is appropriate. If she was delusional enough to think her marriage would be okay after knowingly making her husband a cuckold, this brings in the reality.
Yeah, no. Should have gone for the ending where they get hit by a bus. Your characters act like dim witted emo 12 year olds. Ha.
This series is great. Five stars. She's awful, he's no paragon of virtue himself, and I'm glad their twisted relationship is basically over. One hell of a ride1 Well-written, tense and cathartic. Excellent job here.
The final chapter in this saga was so sad that it was withering. The portrayal of Rosa’s realization that she had likely ended a marriage that she treasured, if only in a twisted way, is heart wrenchingly sorrowful. Extraordinarily well written.
Five stars and deserves more.
Let's be honest he started this so blaming her is somewhat hypocritical I'm actually glad she made him take a cream pie this prick deserved it 😂
Very well written and engrossing but really sad. The end has it is was the most likely ending. Tess Uk is wrong, if he had come home to her I’m the latex he may have wired it out with her - nope not at all. By involving someone else she cheated, hurt and humiliated him beyond her earlier humiliations.
Yes, he was dumb to carry the games on when he could see it was hurting not just him but their relationship. He was also dumb to agree to a bet without knowing what the penalty was for losing. But I’m fairness he may have expected further humiliation but never suspected she would fuck someon else.
And the latex thing, she was the one watching that on a loop. He probably asked for that has he thought it was something that turned her on. No pity fuck or enticements would lead to him forgiving her betrayal.
Finally, it's here, and I think the wait was worth it. Aidan's journey from heartbreak to redemption is continued in SamYork's story A Place Beyond The Horizon (//rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/s/a-place-beyond-the-horizon-ch-01)
To answer an earlier comment: originally, there was a happy ending, but as the story progressed it began to feel forced, so things took the turn they did because that's where the protagonists were headed. But, it's led to some interesting storylines that I never expected. I guess that's the point of writing, maybe: if you could see at the start where you'd end up, would you still take the journey?
In the works... need to get some other stuff out first to keep to the timeline.
Awesome story even if the ending was really sad. Have you posted any other stories with them yet?
Tess(UK) got it right, painfully realistic & heartbreaking. Went through the hormone stuff with my wife, was every bit a struggle as depicted. Needing oxygen was the correct metaphor, Sex on a schedule is no fun no matter how sexy your partner and how much in love. We survived by joking that it “was rime to make the donuts”, for those who remember old tv commercials. Sad, but we’ll done. Looking forward to more.
How are you supposed to rate this story. Your story telling and writing ability 5 ⭐️. The story leaves emptiness. They never communicated or debriefed their sessions, what was good what was too far. Wanting to have a baby and not having sex for over 2 weeks. Normally it would be morning noon & night. So rating this story for others to read 3 ⭐️.
I thought it was riveting, excellent brought me right along.is there a follow up planned for Rosa and Aiden?