Reckless affairs: A collection of steamy stories.

A spooky one night stand with Brahms I “Two shots please!” You called out to the bar tender. You usually don’t do alcohol but tonight, it was very much needed. You had just caught your toxic ex boyfriend thrusting into another woman on the night of Halloween and you needed to get over it, fast. “Who owns this p***y?” You heard your boyfriend moan low. “You, ugh!” Followed by the high pitched voice of another woman. The image was still so clear to you. “Coming up.” The bar tender replied and in a matter of seconds, two shots were sitting on the bar table right in front of you. You didn’t waste any time downing it all in two simple goes. As you were about to take one more shot, you saw your phone beam in your hand. You took a look at it and it was him. “Babe, it’s not what you think. I promise you, I can explain.” You kissed your teeth, partly annoyed at him but mostly annoyed at yourself because you had forgotten to block his ass everywhere. You immediately hit the block button and looked through all your social media accounts to try to block him there too. “I know you’re at the costume party at the club. Talk to me.” You saw the notification pop up on messenger before you could block him there too and that was when you realized you had made a huge mistake. You were sharing your location with him and he knew exactly where you were and it was probably too late to leave the party now. Besides, you weren’t going to let him ruin your Halloween night any further. His text among the sea of different strangers in masked and their scents overstimulated you. You just really needed to get some fresh air. You hurried and found your way into the restroom as you hunched over the sink, looking as your reflection stared back at you from the mirror, the play boy bunny mask still stuck on your face. “How did we get ourselves into this” you asked your reflection. “We did everything right.” You did do everything right but he was the problem, not you. As you sank yourself in self reflection, trying to think of what you had done so wrong that he would bend another woman over, you caught his reflection from the mirror. You first didn’t believe it and thought you were being delusional because of how sad you were. You laughed at yourself at how pathetic you thought you were. You tried to make your way out and that was when he grabbed your arm. Now you felt him and you knew you weren’t hallucinating. “What the f**k, Jerald.” You jolted but he still held on to your arm. “I’m sorry, I know you saw what you think you saw but she came onto me.” It didn’t look like she came onto him. He was enjoying every bit of it. He didn’t look like he was being coarsed to do anything at all. “Let go of me, Jerald.” You yelled out, as you struggled to free yourself , hoping you could finally get rid of him but his grip was strong. The grip you were once enamored by now almost made you want to puke. “Please, just hear me out.” He whispered, pleading with you in a persuasive voice. But you knew his game all too well. He was going t gaslight you. He was good at it. “Let go of me, Jerald.” You yelped as you broke free from his strong grasp in one sudden jerk. “Get the f**k away from me.” You started as tears you didn’t know had formed in your eyes ran down your cheeks, smudging your mascara through your lace mask. “I don’t want you to ever come near me talk more of touching me ever again!” You let out in a loud roar. And if anyone was passing by, they would have heard by now. But Jerald was not going to let you go so easily. You knew the aggressive, manipulative bastard when you decided to date him. He grabbed your face with his hand and pushed you against the restroom mirror to assert dominance. “Listen here, sweetheart.” The endearment came with a sneer. “You’ll listen to me and do as I say. You are not leaving me. I decide when this ends. Get that?!” You nodded desperately as you saw the fake remorse that was formerly on his face morph into dangerous rage. “And…” he trailed off as he looked you up and down, staring at your outfit in disapproval. “Who did you dress up all sexy for? Hmm? You’re already seeing someone else. You f*****g slut.” He spat and you turned your face to the side, not wanting to look him in the eye. His breath stank of alcohol. He had been drinking. “Look at me when I talk to you!” And you immediately obeyed. The last thing you wanted was for him to get aggressive and hit you or even murder you. Those brown eyes that enchanted you now disgusted you. He ran his up your thighs as he look at you with lust. “You’re mine. Ok?” He said as he brought his face close to your to kiss you but you turned away in disgust. He slammed your head against the mirror again. “I said look at me, you f*****g slut!” He yelled at you and his saliva splashed on your face as you tried to keep a steady face. He licked your neck and the the feel of his breath against your neck made you want to throw up. You knew was he had in mind and what was going to happen next and hoped for a miracle to happen. And just then, your miracle happened. The door made a creepy squeaky sound as it slowly swung open and on the other side of it was just darkness. “The restroom is occupied, f**k off.” Jerald said as he put a palm over your mouth to quiet you. There was no response from the other end but complete silence and that upset Jerald even more. “Stay right here. Don’t move. You know what happens when I get upset.” He said, looking back at you sternly before throwing you to the cold tiled floor. He couldn’t have the door wide open while he did whatever to you so he walked up to the door and tried to close it back shut. That was when a arm appeared from the shadows and grabbed on to Jerald’s neck. You heard as he made choking sounds and slowly back up back into the restroom. You looked over at who had come to save you and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was a man who was wearing a dirty, bloody mask with a old sweater over suspenders. His bushy chest hair was peaking out of his roughed up white tee. He was not going to be towering over you, he was towering over your shitty ex boyfriend too. This man had gotten the cosplay of Brahms to the T. He threw Jerald against the floor and walked up to you to grab you and you couldn’t explain the emotions you were feeling. His loud breaths against his mask made your body tingle. There was just something so alluring about his sweaty, dirty shirt and the roughness of his mask. Almost primal. Your stupid Ex boyfriend charged at Brahms from behind and struck him but your knight in shining armor didn’t even flinch. He slowly turned around and peeled his old sweater off his body, revealing his strong and rough arms with throbbing veins Rapidly walking towards Jerald as he fearfully backed away and Brahms grabbed a handful of his hair. Brahm slammed Jerald’s head against the sink multiple times and you watch as his biceps throbbed as he flexed his huge arms as the white of the sink got stained with red You felt as your body betrayed you and your n*****s protruded through your white crop top. How you wished you had worn a bra. Brahms finally let go of your loser boyfriend and the two timer just scrambled away. “f**k you mehn! This isn’t over.” He coughed as he staggered out of the room and slammed the restroom door behind him. Brahms walked up slowly towards you again and extended an arm towards you and that was when you knew exactly what you had to do to get over your ex boyfriend. To get over one man, you had to get under another. And this monstrously strong man was the right candidate. You felt your c**t throbbing and aching and you were about to put your morals and logic aside to ease that ache. TO BE CONTINUED…