Erotique Volume 1

Chapter 6: Fragile

*Fragile by definition is easily broken, damaged, or destroyed; delicate; frail. The human psyche no matter how fortified is always going to remain fragile. We can’t escape this empirical fact we must learn to adapt to it.*

“What time is it?” He thinks to himself as he looks at his phone. “3:04 AM.” He’s naked, his feet are throbbing, he looks around the room trying to get his bearings. He’s in his ex’s bedroom; her head is like a bowling ball on his chest. If it wasn’t for the subtle rise and fall of her rib cage he would assume her for dead. “How the f**k did I get here? Did I run barefoot from my house to here?” the throbbing pain emanating from the soles of his feet answered his questions.

Carefully and painfully he got up from the bed. He walked over to the dresser and opened the bottom left drawer; in it were clothes of his he left there just for such an occasion as this. Although, in the past two years there has never come an occasion like this because just weeks after their separation his ex was quickly and heavily involved with a former lover leaving middle of the night romps like these off the table until tonight that is. Tonight it seems that neither one of them had any regard their current relationship statuses (his/single, hers/affianced). In the drawer were t-shirts of varying colors and some shorts no under garments, he’d have to go commando on his walk home. He slipped on a pair of shorts and headed to the bathroom to wash up before leaving. As he reached the mirror and saw his reflection he dropped his t-shirt in a startled fright. He was covered from head to torso in bruises, scrapes and scratches most of which appeared to be the result of an attack, as if someone either attacked him or was defending themselves against him. He quickly ran from the bathroom to the bed. He checked his slumbering ex’s body for marks. He found bruising around her neck and wrists, her knuckles looked as if she had been in a boxing match of some kind. Also on her neck were huge hickeys.” How did this happen?”

Suddenly, the front opened, it was her fiancé. “What the f**k is he doing here at this hour?” He must’ve gotten off early and had come home to surprise her. Only judging by the way the scene looked, he would be the one getting a surprise. What the f**k was he going to do? There was only one way out, the stars and her fiancé was coming up them. He did the only thing he could do, he grabbed the shirt off the floor and climbed out of the bedroom window. There next to the window was a drain pipe, he slid down it and ran towards the back of the house. He kept going until he got home. All he could do was repeat over and over again was, “What the f**k?”

As soon as he got home he went upstairs and crawled into bed. He was exhausted and sore for some unknown reason. He laid there and closed his eyes within minutes he was asleep. As he slipped deeper into sleep a vision started to form. He was standing in his room he looked down on the bed and he saw himself lying there as if he were having some sort of out-of-body experience. Then out of nowhere he shot straight up out of bed, the clock on the nightstand read 2:11. He ran at full speed out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out his front door. He followed himself as if he were a kite tethered to the one that was running. He watched from above as he stripped his clothes off never breaking stride. He watched as the other him traverse the fence out back of his ex-girlfriend’s house and strip his last bit of clothing off. He busted in the back door, ran through the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs. He saw his face for the first time sense the dream had started. It had a look on it that he himself had never seen before. This wasn’t him. As soon as he realized that the other him looked straight at him and winked. He didn’t know what to do or think. He watched in awe and confusion as the other him climbed into bed with his ex. The other him straddles her and puts a hand around her throat. He sees her wake up with a fright then the other him rears up and tears the nightie off her body.

“What the f**k are you doi-“ her words were stifled as he pulled her head straight up to his and into a deep, passionate, primal kiss. She stopped fighting and resisted and gave into the kiss. “You like being manhandled like a dirty w***e don’t you?” He said this in a low, growly voice neither him nor his ex had ever heard before. “Yes, oh god yes!” He slapped her in the face. “Tell Daddy what you like little girl.” “I like Daddy to f**k me hard!” He squeezed her neck harder as he slid his c**k deep inside her already wet p***y. Her moans were still loud even with his hand tightly gripped around her neck. Within minutes of this brutal pounding she came, hard. He then released his grip from her neck and put her legs on his shoulders and firmly pinned down her arm, never slowing his thrusts which were now increases in speed and force. “You like Daddy f*****g your little w***e hole don’t you?” “Yes, f**k yes! OH! OH GOD! F-f**k ME!” With that came another loud moan and another orgasm. He began to brutalize her body, using it for his sadistic pleasure. He bit into her neck hard enough to leave teeth marks. He repeatedly smacked her breast leave noticeable bruising. He sucked and bit down on her n*****s hard. She was being used and brutalized and she loved every minute of it. She was riding wave after wave of pleasure. She couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. He only broke stride long enough to flip her over on to her knees. He thrusted back into her cause another loud cry of ecstasy. He began smacking her on her back and ass. As he did so he repeatedly said, “Is this what you like w***e?”

“Yes Daddy your w***e loves this! Please give me more!” He watched the other him savagely take his ex like some kind of animal he was shocked and also oddly aroused by it. “Oh yes! OH MY GOD! Y-YES!” She was cumming yet again but she wasn’t alone this time. He let out some low guttural grunts and then the both exploded in one huge climax. After they were both thoroughly spent they collapsed on the bed and passed out. The clock on the night stand read 3:03 AM and just as it was about to change he was woken up by some yelling, “PUT UP YOUR HANDS!” it was the police there to arrest him for what had gone on at his ex’s house. All he could say on the ride to the station was, “What the f**k?”