Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Prohibited 3 : Final Betrayal



6 years ago…

 His lips grazed mine. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“I want to give you what you deserve,” he said.
My back was against the cold wall. His body pressed against mine. I felt his warmth and desire.
He wanted me.
I wanted to be loved.
His hardness pushed against my thigh.
“I deserve…”
Kenneth leaned down and kissed me. His touch was loving and for the first time in days I felt secure and safe by a man’s touch. He knew what I needed. It was good to feel gentle touches and not pain and fear.
For a year and a half I had been in an abusive relationship with a man 15 years older than me. He used my youth and gullibility to take control over me leaving me less than a woman. That is how I felt.
Less than a woman.
Tonight I ran. I ran right to Mikey hoping to find solace after telling my abusive boyfriend I didn’t care what he threatened me with. I was leaving him and he could go fuck himself.
He was dangerous and threatened to harm me if I left. He had an encounter with Mikey once that left both of them banged up and bruised. Mikey made his feelings clear, however. If he ever touched me again, he would kill him.  The beatings didn’t stop but he seemed to fear Mikey after that. I was grateful for the protection but I knew there had come a time when I needed to stand up for myself. So, I left.
My bravado was lined with fear as I told him I was walking out for good. My fear left me in a weakened state. I called Mikey and he told me to go immediately to his place. He insisted I would be safe there. I went and while hiding from one man I ended up in the arms of another.
I kissed him back hungrily. My body ached for it.
“You deserve to know what it feels like to have a real man...” he said cutting me off.
He kissed me again.
“Touch you…” he continued.
He ran his hand up my thigh, under my skirt and into my panties.
“Oh,” I said.
He kissed me on the mouth once again and then dropped down to his knees. He lifted my skirt and put my leg on his shoulder.
I threw my head back as his tongue licked me through my wet panties. It felt so good but in the back of my mind I knew just letting a man seduce me and take me without a fight was what got me involved with my ex-boyfriend. Kenneth was a womanizer. I was just another pussy to be used and abused. Sex, my weakness, is what left me attached to a man who beat me. Kenneth was preying on my weakness and I had to find my strength.
I pushed him back and walked over to the futon. I sat down and grabbed my comfort pillow I brought from my apartment. I hugged it tight to my chest.
“I can’t do this,” I cried.
He sighed.
“What can’t you do Maxine? A minute ago you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.”
I avoided his eyes. I still wanted him but lust was a dangerous emotion.
“You are a fucking womanizer Kenneth. You are just as dangerous as my...”
I could tell my words made him very angry. He took a few steps toward me.
“Don’t compare me to him!” he interrupted. “I am nothing like that motherfucker. I don’t lay my hands on defenseless women. I don’t take advantage of young impressionable students. He’s a motherfucking monster parading as a professor!”
Tears began to slide down my cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to imply that,” I whispered.
I buried my face in my pillow and cried. He came to sit down next to me. He was quiet for a few minutes while I cried.
“I know I have been with…dated a lot of women,” he began. “You’re different Maxine.”
I turned to look at him.
“That’s a terrible line,” I responded.
He reached over and wiped tears from my cheeks.
“It’s not a line Maxi. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. I’ve wanted to make you mine.”
His words, I knew deep down, meant nothing. They all say that. They all say whatever they thought you wanted to hear just to get in your panties.
“Well, I’m not interested,” I said standing.
I walked down the hall to Mikey’s bedroom. I needed to distance myself from Kenneth.  Being with him was the last thing I needed right now.
Suddenly I felt myself being lifted.
 “What are you doing?” I asked trying to get down.
He tossed me over his shoulder.
“I believe in showing not telling,” he replied.
I tried to get away from him but it was useless. His grip was tight and he carried me to his bedroom.
He plopped me down on what he considered to be his bed. In reality, it was just a mattress and box spring on the floor. His bedroom was what you would typically see in a bachelor pad. It was void of all personality and held an odor of sweat and dirty socks.
I knew this room.
I’d slept in this room.
When my boyfriend would chase me out with his fist, Mikey always welcomed me over and insisted his roommate had no problem with me sleeping here. Kenneth was never home. He was always sleeping over at some girl’s apartment or dorm room.
He stepped back and began to strip down to his boxers. Once I saw his body, my arousal returned and I again began to imagine my legs wrapped around his waist. He was chiseled. Mikey said he was a gym rat, but I was finally seeing the evidence first hand. His dark chocolate skin glistened on its own accord and his brown eyes gave away his deep thoughtful nature.
He climbed on the bed and onto my body. His movements made it seem as if he had more than two hands. They were everywhere. On my breast, taking off my clothes and sliding between my legs.
“Oh, please…” I moaned. I didn’t realize just how much I ached for this. It had been so long since I was touched this way.
His fingers gently parted my pussy lips and glided inside of me. He took his time moving his fingers in and out maximizing my bliss. He shifted his hand from one breast and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue teased my nipple and then his teeth tugged on it sending ripples of ecstasy throughout my body. For some reason the pleasure also reminded me of the pain and the heartache.
I began to cry. My crying, however didn’t stop my orgasm. I could still feel it building and the combination made me shake.
“Don’t cry,” Kenneth whispered. “He can’t hurt you now. I have you, baby.”
With those words I came hard and fast. I moaned. He covered my mouth with kisses. Then he moved down my body. He spread my legs and dipped his head between them. He stayed down there for a minute licking my pussy, tasting my cum, teasing my sensitive clit.
When he was done, he removed his boxers. I laid there riding my orgasmic wave while he slid on a condom. Then he was between my legs and pressing his hard, large dick against the opening of my wet pussy. I was too tight for this new arrival. That only pleased him more. He pushed until he was fully inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned.
As he entered me, a sigh of pleasure escaped from his lips. He grabbed each leg and pushed further as if to make sure he was as deep as he could go.
“Shit! That feels so good,” he moaned.
I couldn’t respond. I was once again close to coming.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I moaned.
I could tell he took my words as a challenge. His thrusts were increasing in strength and power. My body responded by releasing me and bringing me to my peak. I came loudly and forcefully. He didn’t stop. He continued to thrust and pound me with both my legs on his shoulders. Then he dropped down to a much slower pace. His eyes were on his dick sliding in and out of me. I guess he liked to watch himself work.
My hands were gripping the sheets. He was so deep I felt discomfort and pleasure all at the same time. He then dropped my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. I could hear the increase in his breathing but he was nowhere near close to coming.
There was a clock on his bedside table. My eyes drifted in that direction. 12:45 a.m. it read.
He began to kiss me as he we continued to have sex.  He flipped me over and I propped up my ass so that he could enter me from behind. He pounded me. I buried my face into one of his pillows. He leaned down and brought his lips to my ear.
“You see, I am going to make you feel so good. I’m not going to hurt you. Give me a chance.”
He flipped me back over and entered me again placing my left leg on his shoulder. He fucked me with a fervor I had never experienced. Suddenly he came, throwing his head back. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me. My eyes found the clock again. 1:59 a.m. it read.
My goodness he’s a beast!
I was exhausted and so was he. I laid there next to him with my mind going crazy. I wasn’t pleased with myself. I could hear his breathing slow and I knew that he had fallen asleep. I didn’t plan to sleep next to him. I went to sit up and climb out of the bed when the door swung open and slammed into the wall. The sound made us both jump.
“When you called me and told me you left that motherfucker I was worried,” Mikey began. Then he leaned against the door frame grinning from ear to ear. “But, I see you are being well taken care of.”
Kenneth grabbed a pair of socks from the floor and threw it at the door.
“Get the fuck out, Mikey!”
Mikey laughed and closed the door behind him.
Kenneth leaned over and kissed me. We made out for awhile and then fell asleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night to a noise coming from the corner of the room. I looked over and realized his door was cracked. Suddenly his puppy, a chocolate lab, jumped on the bed and curled up by his feet.
I climbed out of bed and the dog seemed happy to see me move. He climbed in my spot and fell immediately to sleep.
I grabbed my clothes and exited the room. I walked into the living room expecting to see Mikey asleep on the futon. He wasn’t. I guess he expected me to sleep with Kenneth.  I dressed and then curled up on the futon. I laid there staring at the blank TV screen. The things that Kenneth said came back to me. He was a nice guy but I didn’t believe him. I knew a guy like him would never be faithful and I could not go from one heartbreak to another.
Staying away from men right now was best for me. It was about time I started to care about that. It was about time that I focused on me. Sorry Kenneth, whether you’re telling the truth or not, it’s not about what you want right now.
I took a deep breath.
I was tired of being used and abused. It was time for what I wanted now. Men would have to take a backseat.


Sunday, January 21, 2018

Prohibited 3: Final Betrayal Synopsis


Heartache and pain seemed to follow Maxine Marshall when all she wanted was love. Michael Salvatore was her ticket to the fairy tale love she always wanted.

When an old flame from Maxine’s past resurfaces, things in her life become more complicated.

Michael can feel Maxine pulling away. He vows to do whatever he can to make her his… for good. 

His task becomes harder when his only confidant, Lorenzo, is determined to protect his friend and do whatever he can to break the two up.

In his quest, Lorenzo gets help from Maxine’s former lover. His goal: Reclaim his lost love…by any means necessary.

In the third installment of the Prohibited Series, can Maxine and Michael’s love survive this final test or will lust and betrayal finally pull the lovers apart forever?

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Sunday, December 31, 2017

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (part 5)

New Year’s Eve...

I wasn’t very hopeful.
I wasn’t hopeful that the New Year would bring a change in my marriage.
I had these thoughts as my husband and I made love.
It was 6am and he rolled over wanting to have sex. I was excited. Christmas Day was the last time we had sex and it was only a few days later and he wanted to do it again.
“Oh Yes!” my husband moaned.
He pounded me and was just as aggressive as he was before pulling my legs onto his shoulder hammering me. This time there wasn’t any foreplay. There was only his sudden need and my free and waiting vagina.
I was down to make love to my husband but it’s been two minutes and he was close to coming already.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
Then he came inside of me letting my legs fall to the bed. We lay that way for a few minutes before I spoke.
“Don’t you want to eat me out?” I asked rolling over to look at him.
Breathing heavily he replied.
“No. I just came inside of you. It would be like I was eating my own cum. Plus I have to get to work.”
I wasn’t shocked at his words. I knew that would be the answer but it was worth a shot to ask.  I opened my mouth to protest his decision but closed it. I knew it would be useless. He was already climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower start and I laid there listening to him shower and thinking about my conversation with him yesterday.
Once we were alone and the kids were asleep, I brought up the fact that our sex life has waned in the past 6 months and intimacy between us had diminished well before that.
“Maybe we need some counseling or something to get us back on track.”
He chuckled.
“Babe, I’m not going to therapy. Plus, I believe that we have a good sex life. I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
I let it go that night. I could tell I wasn’t going to convince him. It only made me a little resentful.
He had to work New Year’s Eve so he left shortly after he showered. I spent the day unfocused and lost in my head. The kids were running amuck destroying the house at every turn. I didn’t care at that point. I was depressed and felt hopeless.  
I only came back to earth when the baby cried or the kids knocked over a vase and I spent time cleaning it up. Other than that I was caught in thoughts of how was I going to make my marriage work. The truth? My husband was a good man and a good father. He took good care of his mother and sister and was generous to a fault. Yet I still had thoughts of leaving him. Was sex really that important? It felt like it was when I yearn to be touched. The lack of intimacy was making me feel unloved.
I knew, however, I loved him too much to just walk away. I would do anything to make it work and get back on the right track. I owed that to the 10 years we have been married and to my children to do all that I could. Even if our sex life never recovered I was here for the long haul and deep down I always knew that.
But I knew I was going to need to find a way to get my needs met and stay with my husband.
When it was almost time for Jeremy to come home I kicked it into high gear. The kids helped me put away all of the toys. I nursed and put the baby down for his second nap of the day and started dinner. I got the boys to sit down and watch a movie while my daughter played games on my phone.
Just as I had finished cooking dinner, my daughter entered the kitchen carrying my phone.
“Mom, I made a mistake. I was playing a game and someone called you. I answered it…then hung up.”
I grabbed the phone and looked. I could see that my mother called me. I wasn’t in the mood to call her back.  I exited that screen and came across my contacts screen. I knew who I had recently added to my contacts and that thought sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up at my daughter who was waiting for the phone back and spoke to her.
“Kailen, go watch the movie with your brothers, Mommy needs to use her phone.”
My daughter under protest went to watch the movie and I raced upstairs. I closed and locked my bedroom door and sat on the bed. I thought about what I wanted to do and what I should do. I should have deleted this number already. I should try and forget about my affair or be honest with my husband about it and ask for his forgiveness.
What I wanted to do was leave my husband in the dark about my affair. I wanted to contact my secret Santa and I wanted to be fucked like he fucked me again. I rationalized that it would be just sex and nothing more. I loved my husband.
I didn’t love this other man.
That thought gave me the momentum to do what I did next. I decided that I would find Jim’s number in my contacts. I opened up my messages and composed a text to him.
Hi, Jim? It’s me Ashley. We met at the Mall Christmas Eve. Not sure if you remember me.”
I sat there staring at the message for a few minutes. Then I pressed send. After I sent it I instantly regretted it. Guilt and other emotions consumed me. I ran my hands across my face. I took a deep breath and stuck the phone in my pants pocket. I heard the baby cry and I went immediately to retrieve him. I carried him downstairs. As I got to the bottom, I realized my husband was home. He greeted the children and we all met in the kitchen for dinner.
Throughout dinner my phone was hot in my pocket. I wondered if he would contact me back or if he would even remember who I was. I may not have been the only woman he slept with that day at the mall. Maybe if he didn’t contact me it was for the best. I tried to put the message in the back of my mind.
While we ate dinner, we discussed my husband’s day and what our plans were for New Year’s Day. Then my pocket began to vibrate and a sound emitted letting me know that I received a message. I swallowed the lump in my throat unsure who sent it and hoping and not hoping it was Jim.
I pulled out my phone and looked at the messenger. The letters S.C. were on the screen.  I stuck my phone back in my pocket and continued to listen to my husband talk with my legs shaking under the table.
I didn’t check the message until after dinner when the baby was playing with my husband and the other kids were either drawing or playing Legos. I hid upstairs in the bathroom with the door closed and locked. I read the message…
How could I forget you?
His words made my heart beat faster and I contemplated how to respond. I finally decided to tell the truth.
Not sure why I’m texting you.
I waited and waited for a response from him. It seemed like forever before he replied. Finally my phone pinged and I hungrily peered at the new message.
You want what I want. Another chance to make each other come. I remember how sweet your cum was.
I was sitting on the lid of the toilet not sure how I was going to reply to his words. I knew that they turned me on and all rational thoughts ceased. I was again controlled by my libido and I needed more.
I remember how sweet your come was too. I replied.
What are you wearing? he asked.

Bra and panties, I lied.
I want to peel those off of you. I want to make you come again so I can lick it all up.
I almost climbed into the bathtub and undressed. But I realized that my family would probably interrupt me soon and I had to be careful. Hearing his words made my clit ache however and I knew that it would probably just be this way until everyone was fast asleep and I had the opportunity to touch myself. I replied to him about what I truly wanted.
I want you too.
Then come and see me, he said. You don’t have to wait until next Christmas.
Panic attacked me. I knew that I wanted so much to throw caution to the wind and just go and see him. Again, my desire for the man clouded my judgment and I actually thought about going.
I don’t even know where you live, I texted back.
2655 W. 38th St. Apt 408, he replied
I glared at the address he sent and decided that I wanted him bad enough that I was willing to drive over and see him. That realization frightened me. Did that mean I was willing to put my marriage on the line just for a quick fuck?
I gathered myself and marched downstairs. I found my husband nodding off on the couch and the kids completely destroying the house again. Even my 10 month old was joining the destruction by dumping popcorn and eating it off the floor. I shook my husband awake.
“What?” he asked sitting and then standing.
“I need to make a trip to the store.”
“It’s pretty late babe. Do you really need to go?” he asked.
I didn’t need to go. I shouldn’t go. But I was going to do it anyway.
“It’s so hard to go shopping with five kids during the day. I can go now and you can put the kids to bed,” I replied.
“Do you need me to come with you? I can help you with the kids while you shop.”
“No!” I replied. Then I shook my head and smiled.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
He narrowed his eyes at me and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
“Have fun at the store. I’ll hold it down here.”
I smiled and grabbed my coat. I headed out the door. As I drove away from my house I could feel the fear and anxiety build up inside and almost overtake me. Yet I continued on my journey following the GPS to the other side of town to a bricked Apartment building.
Apt. 408. I remembered that number as I entered the building. There was no intercom system so I just walked in and searched for an elevator. I found it and climbed inside. Before the doors closed a woman entered and hit the button for the 3rd floor. That reminded me. I hit the button for the 4th floor. We didn’t say anything to each other. That was fine with me. When we reached the 3rd floor she exited. The doors closed and took me to the 4th floor. Once the doors opened, I exited and looked at every door until I found room 408. I knocked on the door. There was no answer at first and I instantly thought how big of a mistake this was. I lied to my husband to come here and I have no clue if he even really lives here.
I raised my fist to knock again and the door flew opened. Standing there was my mall Santa in only a pair of boxers.
“I uh…uh…” I said unable to find the words I was searching for.
He smiled and pulled me inside. He slammed the door behind me.
I didn’t have to say a word before he was kissing me and pulling my clothes off my body.
“I am so shocked you actually showed up,” he said throwing my coat onto the couch and then pulling my sweater over my head and tossing it to the floor.
He wasn’t the only one shocked. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I lied to my husband so that I could have sex with another man. This wasn’t me. I felt like a different woman.
He pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then my panties came downward as he dropped to his knees in front of me. He pushed open my legs a little. He approached my sex and before I could take a deep breath, he stuck his tongue between my pussy lips and licked. My knees buckled and he grabbed me.
“We better take this to the sofa,” he said.
He led me over and helped me sit down. He pulled off my shoes and then my pants and panties followed. He wasted no time spreading my legs and dropping his head down between them. I moaned loudly as he found my clit.
I looked down and watched. His tongue was twirling around my clit making me feel so good. I threw my head back and prayed that this pleasure would never end. I needed this more than I have ever needed anything. No one has ever made me feel so good. Not even Jeremy. 
Once my mind went back to my husband, I began to drown in guilt. Cheating on my husband for the second time to end the year was not what I wanted.
“No. Stop,” I said despite my body’s desperate need for him to keep going.
He sat up and wiped my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What?” he asked.
“I need to leave,” I said moving from the couch and standing. “I have to go.”
“Now?” he asked standing too.
“Yes…my husband. I just can’t.”
He stared at me for a second. Then he folded his arms across his chest.
“I get it, but I wish you would stay,”
I sighed. I wanted to stay too but I guess I wasn’t cut out to do this. I didn’t say anything else to him as I dressed, grabbed my coat and purse and exited his apartment. I walked from the building in tears. I cried because I almost again cheated on my husband and because I wanted Jim to fuck me so bad.

I crunched through the snow in my boots. Despite my eyes being blurred from the tears, I made it to my car. I cried all the way to the grocery store.