NevermoreNevermore1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Jason " I whispered, trying to keep the tears that were forming in my eyes at bay. Why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he understand ? "I told you because I felt guilty about it. You can't understand how much I love you, and how many times I wanted to tell you, but ...." But I just couldn't bring myself to do it Not because I was ashamed; not because I wanted to keep it all bottled up But because I was afraid it would hurt him in the end. I had never told anyone about my past before for fear that it might ricochet right back at me and become a burden to whoever I told. Because I was frightened that if Gregory d'Quincy was ever out of jail, he would kill whoever knew my secret I didn't tell him because I didn't want to hurt him ... Not because I'm a malicious person. Harming someone is actually the last thing on my mind.
I saw Jason bring a fist up to his mouth, almost biting into his knuckles. I could see the frustration morphing into his features
Coercion and Consent I covered his eyes, "Guess who!" then thrust the bulge of my pants against his backside.Coercion and Consent1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Not now, Marcellus."
"Awww, c'mon, let's fuck!" I said, flopping on the bed, rolling over playfully. I played with a nipple and eyed him seductively. But he only sighed.
"I really don't feel like it."
I sat up and attempted to kiss up his neck and face, but he moved away. I folded my arms and pouted, muttering darkly, but my childish display of course didn't phase him. He's never been one for the pouting, but I can't help but do it.
"Come oooonnn," I whined, stretching and rolling on the bed, big doe eyes and hands together, in an attempt to be subby. "Lookit, I'm being cute, you wike da coot wight?" I said, making kissy face and smooching in the air.
"I'm just not in the mood," he said exhaustively. I blinked in confusion, then sat