26 Short Sordid Stories

The true test of compatibility. Excel in erotic physical tingling sensations without having a soul. Contradictions, condescending, control, confusion, conundrums. She missed out on opportunities because of exhaustion or frustration while forgiving a man making exceptions listening to his dishonest excuses. That was one example of self control. Do not feed the Beast. She continually reminded herself. Weeks at times would turn into a month, a waiting experience on who would be first to apologize or make an unselfish effort. It was nerve wracking, enticing, and draining. To help aleve the anxiety of checking notifications she would turn off her cell sound or shut it completely for mental clarity. This self care action would send him into a furious rage. He thought it was a purposeful game directed towards him when all she craved was sleep after spending days with him inside of her. Sex marathons would make her delirious after almost a week, feeling jet lagged, famished for every element of him. Mason would bring her home after she needed an IV promising to care for her though, would sometimes leave to fend for herself when her body was devoid of nutrients, vitamins feeling like a zombie plunked onto an undiscovered planet. She felt that if they engaged in a twelve hour sex marathon several days prior she should be able to pull up to her beloved's home to discuss in person as he could to hers without question. His apprehension was within good reason as if he had any consciousness or remorse. Kasey had called him after receiving the test screening decision in complete dismay. She felt in need of a gallon of fresh local picked and squeezed OJ dosed with every electrolyte after the fountain of emotions she shed for hours.