RAY LINE

SUSAN IN FRUSTRATION

Susan stops spending more time in her apartment because of the manner she feels used to by Bob. In frustration, Susan leaves Lucy’s house after spending three days with her. She decides not to do a test to confirm what is wrong but assumes she must have been suffering from malaria fever. She did not want to think her imagination and her imagination keeps chasing her even as she runs, she just could not run from the reality of what may likely be happening to her.

Susan feels very uncomfortable with Bob’s regular visit and that is why she is often spending time in Lucy’s place. She feels Bob is now using her as a s*x toy. Apart from having s*x with her, Bob shows her no intimate affection. She only feels affection from Bob’s words, not his action, when he wants to have her.

Bob is beginning to look very disgusting to Susan, as she starts realizing that Bob is hiding a secret from her and whenever she attempts to find out, he will shut her up and leaves the apartment angry. Bob refuses to tell Susan about his background, where he claims he works and where he lives.

Susan has the knowledge that Bob lives not with her, but often comes to have her and leaves immediately after he feels satisfied sexually.

Susan becomes extremely frustrated when the feverish symptom persists for three weeks, as she is always feeling dizzy, gets angry easily irritated with certain spells, like that of body lotion with strong deodorant and perfume of any kind. To make matter worse, little thing gets her furious, as her hormones are beginning to spur up the adrenaline. Deep down in her heart, she knows something has changed about her and her body is beginning to look weird to her. She realizes her breast expanding from the usual size she knows it to be.

One fateful night, after Susan leaves Lucy’s house to sleep in her apartment while sleeping, she hears a sound from the door as if someone is opening the door with a key from the outside. She was afraid and at the same time was alert. The sound comes from the front door, as she decides not to react, but stays calm to watch what is happening. She opens her eyes to see in the direction of the door where the sound was coming from since her bedroom faces the access door directly.

To Susan greatest amazement, the front door opens and someone walks in. The room was dark because all the lights were off. She did not identify the person immediately, but realize the light from the phone that the person is using. The person is not acting suspicious, which means, whoever, the person is, it must be someone close to her. However, she did not want to assume that the person is Bob. The light from the phone is on and flashing directly on the person’s face, as suspects now that it is Bob. The person walks straight to the switch of the light in the parlour and turns it on.

Susan realizes the person in the parlour is Bob; she opens her eyes in full, picks up her phone and looks at the time. The time shows 1:30 am. This makes her very furious considering the risk of coming back this late. She stands up from the bed with her transparent sexy nighty, not wearing any form of under pant. She looks irresistibly sexy and hot. Nevertheless, this is her usual way of sleeping when she is alone and she is not even expecting Bob.

Bob sits down in the parlour in a meditative position as is lost in thoughts, with his head in between his hands, resting on his knees.

Susan walks straight to the parlour furiously and asks, “Bob, how can you do this? Moreover, Bob answered saying, “What have I done?”

“You are asking me? You mean you did not know what you have done?” said Susan.

“No! I do not have an idea of what you are talking about and I have very exhausted. Please, can you just allow me to rest?” Bob says to Susan in response.

“Please, can you look at the time on your phone?” Susan suggests to Bob, as he stares at his phone and said, “The time is 2:02 am”.

“How can you come to my apartment without my prior notice at this time of the day, 2:02 am? This is ridiculous and unfair. Are you telling me that I cannot have my privacy anymore? I did not bargain for this, however, you have trapped me. I think this is getting out of hand, as I no longer feel comfortable. I am sick and tired of this. I feel imprisoned by you. At least courtesy demands that you respect my privacy.

Bob! Come one, tell me now, “Do you love me?” said Susan and Bob answered, “Yes”.

Susan said in response, “Your answer is yes, but your act does not reveal that. You have no single respect for my privacy and I am already feeling you are only using me as your coitus toy. How can you come into my apartment without my permission at this unhealthy hour? Bob, I need us to talk now!”

Bob, is not talking as he feels intoxicated and engrosses in the current of Susan’s irresistible sexy appearance.

Susan is standing right in front of Bob and he cannot resist what he is seeing. He becomes a beast pouncing on prey, as Susan’s appearance makes him drags her closer into her arms like a pawn puppet. He starts romancing her and she tries resisting, but overpowers in the sweet pain as the sugar from his cane taste sweet but hurts. Susan falls under the current of Bob’s romantic claws, as he touches her in sensitive parts, and finally hit her weak spot.

Susan feels a sensation that makes her start tending toward the peak of her climax, as she relaxes into Bob’s embrace and Bob penetrates her deep, as the rhythm becomes consistent, Susan reaches orgasm. Immediately, Bob releases into her, he sleeps off. Susan feels disgusted after, as it is not her intention to allow Bob, but she understands not why she is never able to resist Bob.

She decides to assist Bob to the bed, as he undresses him, helps him put on his pyjamas and rolls him on the bed like a log of wood. After she had laid Bob on the bed, she leaves the room and heads straight to the parlour. She sits down and sobs for more than an hour, asking herself, “What have I gotten myself into?”