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Click here"I have some moisturizing cream. Let's try that."
Megan leaped off the couch and ran to the bathroom. When she returned, she knelt and slathered Matt with the cream. Then handed him the tube. Resuming her position, she felt her body throb with electricity as Matt applied the the makeshift lube to her.
"Enough. Let's do it. But slow, please. And if it hurts, promise you'll stop."
Matt's assurance that he would be a gentleman was slurred and not deeply reassuring. But Megan knew she wanted this. She buried her face in the back of the couch and held her breath.
Then pressure. Pressure like she had never felt before. And opening, reluctant opening. The a sudden yielding. Megan screamed as Matt slipped into her. She reached back and put an open palm on him, stopping his further progress. Fuck! That hurt. She panted, her tears running onto the couch's material.
It was painful. More than that, unnatural. Megan wanted it to stop. But she wanted to give Matt what he craved even more. Holding back her tears and preparing herself, she spoke through clenched teeth. "OK. It's OK. Fuck me."
Matt drunkenly lunged forwards and a bright white light of pain erupted in Megan's brain. No. No. No. That was too much. Much too much. But the voice was only in her head. What she said out loud through sobs was, "fuck my ass, make me yours."
With permission, Matt let go. It was all that Megan could do to stay conscious, to hang on as tears streamed down her face. But it was mercifully short. With one final lunge from Matt, Megan felt a warmth flooding her insides. Matt collapsed onto her back, his mouth by Megan's ear.
"Fuck, Megs. You're the best."
With that he rolled off of her. She grimaced at his hasty withdrawal and grabbed her ravaged asshole, intent on avoiding spillage.
Matt was already snoring as Megan retreated to the bathroom. Even the sight of blood in the bowl couldn't dim her sense of achievement.
She felt punch drunk. But those words. 'You're the best.' Megan was happy... happy.
It was Sunday afternoon before the two of them stirred. Megan woke first and, kissing Matt, said she was going to take a shower. As she waited for the water to warm up, Megan touched herself gingerly where she had been invaded for the first time; it felt different. Bumpy. She scrabbled in a drawer for a hand mirror.
But, as she finally located it, Megan heard Matt's voice. His voice, but what he was saying was unintelligible. Curious, she left the shower running and padded quietly to the door. Opening it just a crack, and as quietly as she could, she peeped through. Matt was lying on the couch, head nearer to her, feet resting on what, to Megan at least, was expensive material. He was on the 'phone, she guessed to Ben. At first she could hear little, but shifting to place her ear by the crack, his words became audible.
Megan felt bad for listening in, but something compelled her. And soon she had other, more pressing, issues to contend with.
"...next Sunday? Sure... And Sherry is feeling as kinky as last time?... Yeah, of course... Megan?" He laughed. "No, she won't be coming, three's company, four's a crowd."
Matt laughed again. "That's not fair, Ben. She's not that bad looking. OK, she's no Sherry, and she's really high maintenance. But she's pretty good in the sack, super keen to please... Yeah, tight in all the right places, all of them. And she's a lot cheaper than a hooker. What's not to like, for now anyway?"
More laughter. "OK, see you and Sherry next weekend."
Megan quietly closed the door. For a few seconds she could hardly breathe. Then, recovering just a little, she got into the shower. She closed her eyes and let the warm water bathe her face. Let it relax her. Wash away the hurt and disgust and shame.
Sherry! What a fucking slut!
She breathed the moist air in deeply, calming herself.
It's was OK. It was her pattern. It was familiar. A role she was accustomed to playing. She'd got good at it. 'Not that bad looking,' she'd take that. 'Cheaper than a hooker,' well that was a positive surely. And she knew, in time, she could be more than just Matt's whore. If she really gave herself to him, she could be better than his whore.
Time. All she needed was time.
And all she had to do was to love him more.
- COMMENTS
Gwest62 summed it up well.
Since this is inspired by song lyrics it is what it is. That being said, at the end I was hoping Megan would make that shopping date with Sherry and a work a direct invite for Saturday. I got the feeling Sherry and Ben may be better for her than Matt.
- a lot of my writing is also escapism, but this one was kinda brutal. Itโs not based on personal experience, thank God. But too many womenโฆ Emily
Wow, Iโm not sure what to say.
I read through the lyrics and donโt disagree with your interpretation but damn, what a harsh reality. I can honestly say this wasnโt an enjoyable experience.
I really enjoy your writing and kudos for your talent and the skill you show in everything you write but I prefer to escape from harsh reality. It is a sad thought that this is reality for some women. And sadder still that pricks like Matt do exist and take advantage of people like Megan.
- yeah, not really a stroker. Just what teh song lyrics suggested to me. Glad you didnโt hate it. Emily
I was looking for a stroke story and somehow ended up reading this. Ouch. But well done. You got me to go read the song lyrics and, yeah, I see the connection. I bet you also like "Seventeen" by Sharon Van Etten. That's on a playlist I titled "Songs that bring tears to my eyes".
- the challenge was to bare a story on song lyrics - that was my interpretation - maybe Ellie Rowsell had something else in mind ๐คทโโ๏ธ Emily
Well written. But my god how depressing. How about a part 2 where she meets a guy who helps her self asteem instead? Ashamed to be a man.
- itโs what the song suggested to me. Could be other interpretations, but Ellie Rowsell (the lead singer and primary musical influence) can get a bit dark. Sheโs very open about writing a real female experience. Emily
Don't know the song. Very depressing if a woman has so little self esteem and self worth.
Well written, hated the ending.
V.
PS Nice to see an author who replies to comments
- I was working within the confines of the song lyric, or at least my interpretation of it. Thanks for the kind feedback. ๐ Em
Hi, Emily, this was well written and allowed the reader to really get into Meganโs head, feeling her need and her lack of self confidence. I was really hoping sheโd turn a corner by the end; she may have but, unfortunately, it was probably the wrong one for her self esteem and her long-term happiness, though that matched the category I hadnโt noticed until the end. Great job.
- the song lyrics are kinda depressing. Ellie Rowsell writes about difficult things soemtimes. Not really autobiographical (for once ๐ฌ). But Iโve know women like Megan - OK she is exaggerated for effect. But thank you for the comment. Em
How depressing. Iโm worried thereโs a bit of an autobiographical component here, as well.
I love Wolf Alice, and I love this song. Like that you mixed references to Blush and Fluffy (at least) in as well.
- thanks. Itโs what the lyrics say to me. And no, itโs sadly not an uncommon situation. Em
Sad situation, but sometimes people can't help themselves. I feel sorry for Meghan and hope that someday she realizes she can do better. I'd never want to be "cheaper than a hooker." She gets off on it. To each their own.
Still, well written. Just disturbing.
- thanks, hun. Never expected this one to fly with a general audience. Nice that some people get it ๐. Em
You tackled a challenging topic creatively using lyrical interpretation as a basis, and it was awesome. Very, very well done Em ๐
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- that was what I was trying to convey - thanks for noticing ๐. Em
- thanks for pointing that out. Meghan isnโt meant to be a blameless victim. Of course - as discussed at great length here - women can way too often be blameless victims. Here Meghan either contributes to or at least facilitates Mattโs behavior. Only she can stop doing that. Em
I also meant to add I appreciate how your story (based I suppose on how you saw the song lyrics) didn't take a one sided approach.
Matt is am asshole, absolutely. And no excuses for his behavior. But Meghan isn't blameless here. She sees the problem clearly, yet refuses to acknowledge it.
As someone with self esteem issues, I understand and sympathize with her plight. But at some point we all need to discover our own self worth and realize it's worth fighting for.
- I felt bad for Meghan too. Then she is - at the very least - somewhat complicit in her own situation.
- I found it hard to write this much, but Ellie Rowsell majors in this vibe. Itโs what her lyrics say to me. Not a happy thing, but not untrue either. Em
Great! You succeed in communicating so much sadness, lack of self-esteem, loneliness and masochism...
IRL I knew a guy like Matt many years ago. Then he married a tough, hard-headed girl, who forced him to change his behaviour (mainly: bragging, a real gentleman is discreet)
IRL I knew a girl like Megan. Sad and... delusional. But. We each deserve... what we deserve. If Megan doesn't rise up, if she doesn't fight back, she will sink deeper and deeper. If and when she does rebel, then (later) she will deserve something different.
Don't leave us hanging! This narrative is too short! Tell us a follow-up, an unexpected unarmed sister, a plot twist! Please avoid the lumberjack brothers: everyone has to rebel on their own, even the more passive sisters! But Ben and Jerry can't get off so cheaply. Keep on publishing!
P.S. Thanks for Tess, Thomas Hardy was one of my favourite novelists, so far, from the madding crowd.
And I was in such a good mood this morning. Powerful story. I wish Megan had some angry brothers. Lumberjacks, maybe.
An unfortunate and sad slice of reality, well written.
I also appreciate you turning me on to Wolf Alice; really great band with and interesting variety of sounds and an amazing singer.
Great job as always Em.
- itโs not the most uplifting of stories, but an element of truth to it Em
Megan deserves better than Matt. Love the part where he licks her ass. Iโm definitely enjoying your stories.
Donโt like the way Mattโs treating her, but her acceptance of it fits the genre. Not all stories can be fairy tales. Iโll look up the band you referenced on YouTube. Meanwhile, this oneโs a 5 from me.
This is a clever tale familiar to anyone whoโs imagined they simply need touch, any touch, for the illusion of love to be real. Thereโs always another Friday night and if I just try harderโฆ