Welcome to my fourth post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Hate Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I wanted the inspiration, and I thought it would be a fun challenge. The prompt for this week was:
It’s time for a challenge again!
Use the prompt above and write a story or a poem, or post a photo.
These are the guidelines…
Stories should be a minimum of 500 words with a maximum of 1000 words.
Poems should have rhythm and rhyme.
Photos or a series of photos should ‘tell’ a story that fits the prompt.
Share your creations!
I should have slammed the door in his face. After everything he put me through, all the lies and bullshit, he didn’t deserve my time but I couldn’t make myself shut the door. So instead I stepped back letting him in and locking the door before following him to the living room. He sat on the sofa and I stood watching him wring his hands, waiting for him to speak. As soon as the apologies started I realised I didn’t want to hear it, there was nothing he could say that would make it ok. I hated his lies, I hated him, and I hated what he’d done.
Somehow his attempt at an apology triggered something and it all came pouring out, I stood screaming at him, outlining everything he’d done to hurt me, and when he put up his hands as if warding me off, a cloud crossed my brain and the next second I was flying at him. My fists were hitting as much of him as I could until he managed to grab my arms, holding me in a bear hug so I couldn’t hit him. My face was against his chest, and I was breathing hard, I shifted and felt his nipple harden. I rubbed my cheek against it and flicked at it with my tongue before nipping at it with my teeth, possibly slightly harder than necessary.
He moaned and I tipped my head up to kiss him, his mouth hard on mine, and as he bit my lip I pushed my hip against his building erection. He slid his hand down between us and rubbed, pushing the fabric of my jeans against my clit. We rocked together sucking and nipping at each other’s mouths, pushing us to orgasm. We came together, moaning, and panting.
As I shut the door behind him I realised the last of my hate had gone.
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