Beauiful Insanity

Beauiful Insanity

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Heather was woman who knew exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. A woman that could fulfill all the fantasy's his current girlfriend gagged and laughed at when he told her one drunken night. Heather was the woman in the black dress, black fish nets, black heels, and eye accentuating black eyeliner.

Summary

Heather was woman who knew exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. A woman that could fulfill all the fantasy's his current girlfriend gagged and laughed at when he told her one drunken night. Heather was the woman in the black dress, black fish nets, black heels, and eye accentuating black eyeliner.

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Submitted: May 28, 2012

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The man in leather sat on his front porch smoking a cigarette. He enjoyed his quiet moments outside away from his controlling girlfriend who made him feel guilty for not proposing after only a year. He mulled over in his mind about the fight they'd just had and took a long drag. As he blew out he replayed in his mind the picture of her smashing his taillight on his pride and joy. His classic fully refurbished motorcycle was now battered almost as bad as his heart. He shook his head and made the thought disappear and took another long drag. This time a beautiful woman that went by the name of Heather appeared in his mind. A girl he often dreamt of when the world didn't go his way. The girl he pretended his girlfriend was for about the last 5 months or so during sex.  Heather was woman who knew exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it. A woman that could fulfill all the fantasy's his current girlfriend gagged and laughed at when he told her one drunken night. Heather was the woman in the black dress, black fish nets, black heels, and eye accentuating black eyeliner. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that any man could easily lose himself in over and over. As the picture filled his mind and his pants grew tighter he surveyed the area and began to loosen his belt. As he pulled at the zipper he imagined heather playfully using her teeth to open his pants. He groaned softly and reached for his swollen dick that needed and longed to be sucked like a Popsicle on a hot summer night. He spit and wrapped his hand around his dick and began to slowly rub up and down. The picture in his head of heather swallowing his engine member over and over drove him to panting. The pleasure of his imagination was all he needed to leave his conscious and forget his bills, his fucked up family, but mostly the bitch that led him to jerking constantly. These thoughts all but didn't exist for a period of time thanks to the lady in black....."
*screech of tires*

....."Shit" he said aloud as he realized the car was zooming down the street. Once again the world seemed to keep him from happiness. He shoved his pants closed and managed to get his buckle back on and a cigarette lit before the car stopped at the house two houses down from him. He quickly was able to hear the loud yelling back and forth between a man and woman. He was interested in snooping but he could hear every angry word being yelled. "You worthless bitch I can't believe I wasted a moment on you...my father was right about you you'll never amount to anything but exactly what you already are..a poor disgusting stripper who dreams are just as worthless as she is.." he yelled to her face. "Sticks an stones ASSHOLE.." she laughed. "Oh really" he said with sarcasm. "I wouldn't marry such a pathetic man who depends on Daddy to get him EVERYTHING because he DOES'T HAVE ENOUGH BALLS to do ANYTHING on his own." "Fine by me but I'll have the ring back that's worth more than you'll ever be." She yanks it off in disgust and throws it at him and hits him in the eye. "You fucking cunt" he says fumingly. He quickly grabs her arm and punches her in the eye. She screams and falls on the concrete step knocking her unconscious. As the man in leather realizes what's just taken place he runs to catch the guy. But the guy has already started the car and is a few paces down the street in his Porsche. "Fuck" he yells. He runs to the girl lying unconscious on the ground and scoops her up. He carefully carries her back to his house and lays her on his couch. He checks her breathing and she's ok. He runs to the freezer and pulls an ice pack out and gently lays it on her eye. The cold brings her too and she groans. "Are you ok?" She groans again. He surveys the rest of her to make sure she's ok. "Wow" he says quietly realizing she's beautiful. "Wow what?" she says as she fully comes to. "eh hem uhhhh your eye it's awful," he says quickly in order to hide his checking her out. "Think I'll live Dr." she says cutely. "Eh hem I believe so patient 2204 Glen Street" he says with a fake affirming voice. "Well thank you Dr." she says smiling and then wincing in pain. "Your welcome 2204 Glen street." "Hannah" she says. "Can I?" he says confused. "No my name is Hannah...Dr. Superman "she says laughing. "Um excuse me that Dr.  Clark Kent to all those except Ms. Lane." he says with confidence. She smiles, sits up, and removes the ice pack and hands it back. "Uh I think you should leave this on..it looks painful" he says concerned. "Don't worry I have a high pain tolerance," she says smiling. She rises to her feet and heads toward the door. Concerned he grabs her arm as she opens the door to ask her something. She looks at his grip with confusion and he pulls his hand away realizing what happened the last time a guy grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry...I just..." he's cut off "I'll be ok I promise Dr. thank you" she smiles and kisses him softly on the lips. In shock he pauses for a moment and then manages to say "If patient 2204 Glen St every needs anything please don't hesitate to ask." he says with a strong yet shaky voice. "Thank you Dr. Superman, and don't worry your identity is safe with 2204." she turns and walks down his steps and he can't help but stare objectively until she waves from her front porch. He goes to grab another cigarette but finds by the time he lights it that he doesn't want it. It's the first time in almost a year since he saved someone. He had previously worked as chief of police until he was discharged due to six bullets that almost killed him. It was in recovery that he met his current girlfriend, his nurse, who hated his new habit but put up with it for a couple months before she started to constantly lay into him. "Hannah," he said aloud. He thought to himself and realized today a year ago was the day he was told he would never serve on the force again. He wondered if it was coincidence that exactly a year from the day he was told he would never save another life was the day he got his second chance. Maybe it was a cliché that she was beautiful but he didn't care because he got another chance...and if it happened to come in the form of his dream girl that was just a giant bonus.......

About 11:30 the next night he found himself at his computer stuck trying to write his overdue novel his publicist was impatiently waiting on. Creative writers block seemed to set in faster and faster as his relationship grew more and more fucked up. He sat and watched the cursor blink for several minutes and then decided to surf the Internet for help. Knowing their was no shame in a man’s need for Jenna Jameson he grabbed a CD labeled 'bills' and threw it in his computer. It was one of the many things that could be listed off about his girlfriend that he truly hated. He had to hide his pleasure in more creative ways since the day his girlfriend found him using another girl’s underwear to jack off into. She wouldn't talk to him for days and this wasn't really a problem except that she managed to grab his computer and car keys on her way out. He refocused his attention and watched the porn star that he hoped to thank one day. He knew he wasn't the only one that used Ms. Jenna J. to get him through many rejected nights, but he still felt a thanks and an autographed poster he could tack up in his man corner would be like killing two birds with one stone.  He decided to close his eyes. The noises Jenna made where familiar and relaxing, but when he went to find Heather in his head something rather unfamiliar happened. His whole body tensed and tingled he was hard in an instant. This was not Heather's doing...but Hannah's. It wasn't like he wasn't used to jacking off to a pretty girl that caught his attention that day, but this was different. The picture in his head flashed to the moment when her lips touched his. Her soft comforting lips were a story by themselves. To him they said exactly all he needed to know about her...she was someone that needed to be saved. Not from the fagot that beat her to the ground, he had already done that today he thought with a self assuring smile, but from something a lot more dangerous. Hannah needed to be saved from herself. The man in leather opened his eyes. He maybe wasn't superman in true form, but he really didn't always think of himself as an all around good do-er anyways. He was more the type of guy who did bad things but turned out to be good. He was a modern day Batman...

Thinking of this made him look over at his comic collection that sat on the floor next to his desk. He thought back and remembers that he'd started his collection when he was 9 when his dad bought him his first one. He remembered this as being one of the few good things that he his dad ever doing for him as a kid. He didn't hate his dad but the connection was never their and he was gone a lot due to his love (aka infatuation) with his job. His first comic led to a collection that was almost worth more than his Harley...now thanks to his girlfriend's handy work it definitely was. The collection once had the spotlight in his glass case, but not soon after his girlfriend moved in she threw his priceless items in a box and filled the glass case with her grandma's flowery plates that she had inherited. They only used the plates on special occasions and he never understood the purpose of only using plates some days and having to stare at them for the rest of the time. If anything is was just a constant reminder of how overrun he'd let himself become since the day he got a second copy of his key made. He loved her a lot but time had changed her and not but a few weeks after she moved in did her dad die of a heart attack. He comforted her and went out his way numerous times to make things easier for her, but she was daddy little girl and he could never replace that as much as he tried. A few months later and she started to hint towards starting their own family, and at first it was a little annoying but when he finally let his mouth open and said he'd "think about it" she became upset and took it out on him by refusing sex altogether. He knew he should of cut the cord a long time ago but guilt kept him trapped plain and simple. Speed up to the present and you have a man that has to resort to disguising his porn as "the reason he no longer gets all of the sports channels (aka bills or aka his girlfriend's constant need to shop for shoes). " Dealing with fights over pointless shit was one of the few times they really ever said more than a few sentences to each other. As hard as it was for him to come to find that she had taken the nine iron to "his reason for living" (aka Harley) at least meant it'd be a week or so before he would get the 50 crying sorry call/texts. 

After finally forcing himself to finish two and a half chapters, he went to the couch and flipped on the tv. He thankfully had a hidden stash of good whiskey his girlfriend never knew about and pulled open the bottle and drank straight to late night erotica. He looked at the couch and remembered Heather lying on his couch innocently; only in this version she was naked and much more conscious. He took a big swig and sighed...as the alcohol settled him and Hannah enveloped his mind he pulled down his jeans down to his thighs and began to the stroke himself softly to the thought of his dick disappearing down her throat. *Door bell rings*

"What the FUCK" he said aloud. It was 2:18A.M. and he was sure this time that his drunk friend would owe him a case for interrupting him mid jerking just to crash at his place. His house of course being within walking distance from the bars meant that friends used his house and hospitality more times than he'd admit to himself. He pulled his pants up quickly his dick died within half a minute. This was something he'd gotten a lot of practice doing for the last six months or so. He reluctantly walked to the door with a rude frown on his face readying for the belligerent man that would annoy the shit out of him till he passed out on the couch. "You owe me a 30 at......" it wasn't who he thought "I owe you 30 what?" Heather said with one eyebrow raised. He was dreaming he thought to himself. He drank at least a good third of his Jack bottle straight. She was wearing a tiny black dress that was short in the front and hit the ground in the back. The front managed to frame her ripped fit nets and black stilettos. Her face had dark eye shadow and liner that was smudged on one side. Holy Fuck it was "Heather" he said out loud softly. If he was dreaming this was the 3D HD version because it was so real. "Whose Heather" she said confused. He didn't respond for a good half minute... when he finally responded he said "hi".  She gave a faint laugh and then would never forget what she said next "Dr. Kent you said if I needed anything that I should hesitate to ask..she paused for a brief moment and cleared her throat..well I'm asking you to fuck the shit out of me"...

As the man in Leather stood at his door he tried for what seemed like minutes to move anything his arms, his feet, but mostly his lips. When he finally said something that he would again never forget for the rest of his life he heard himself say "why?" Her eyes instantly creased with confusion but she cleared her throat again and looked at the ground as she softly said "it's ok I understand" and turned to leave filled with embarrassment. Then suddenly for the first time in the last two minutes he finally came to and grabbed her arm. Almost like déjà vu she looked down at her arm, only this time he didn't let go...this time he yanked her to his chest and kissed her hard. Within seconds he could taste the alcohol almost as if he taken another swig of his bottle...she was drunk and he loved it. She moaned very softly as her tongue rolled over his.  She drops her bag to the floor and continues to kiss him as she unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops. She pulls away from him and smiles with an evil grin. Again he hears something he will never forget "You want Heather...you have to get rid of Hannah first." He coughs as he realizes what he has just been asked to do. "Look’ she said angrily. “You watched me get sucker punched on my front porch the other night...then you scooped me up and brought me back to your place and played doctor” She half smiled. “Look I don’t even know your real name and I don’t really think I want to. I need you to do this for me even though I know everything in you tells you it’s wrong and immoral. I have the potential too fulfill all those fantasies your dark mind doesn’t even know exist. I am yours to control and command…but first I need you to do this for me no questions asked. I am going to the bathroom and when I come back you have will have to choose one of two options. Option A is you put that back on, say goodnight to me, and I promise to pretend like I’m the girl next door who just comes over to ask for an innocent cup of sugar every now and again. Option B is a little more complicated. First you will turn on the music as loud as it goes, second you’ll turn the lights off except for the dim lamp in the corner, third you drink the rest of that bottle of jack, and last but most important I will come out and you will use those hand cuff you have hidden somewhere collecting dust to cuff me behind my back. The duct tape in my bag over there is for my mouth.” She begins to walk away and stops only to say “Oh and Dr. Kent the worse you do to me…the better I’ll give to you.” She walks away and he hears the bathroom door shut. He reaches for his throat and runs his hands through his hair while he paces. Life has taught the man in leather that hitting a woman never leads to anything good including kinky kind. Working on the force he saw enough of it all to convince him that it wasn’t a good idea. He starts to argue with himself. “What the fuck is wrong with this girl,” he says out loud and punches the couch hard. “Fuck,” he says as he realizes quickly how hard he punched the couch. As rubs his hand the pain flows through his body and he’s is quickly taken back to his martial arts training he used to stay in shape for work and let off steam from his girlfriend. The pain creep up to head and a flow of endorphins hit his brain. He missed the physical contact, he missed the domination, and he missed the pain that turned into pleasure. He walks across the room and pushes the on button on his surround sound and instantly music fills the house.

Slowly and sweetly, a shadowy figure stepped into the room. The man could see an hourglass outline, a tall woman with long sleek legs, curvaceous and well toned. Her wavy blonde hair fell softly down her back and shoulders. She wore a long black, tight-fitting shiny coat, but it was not long enough to hide her well-defined calves, prominent above her black heels. As she stepped close to him, she undid his belt from her coat, in a teasing, seductive fashion. She meant business. She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. She was the girl who had done wrong, and he was the man that would remind her of her wrong doings and make her forget who she was. She shrugged out of her coat and it fell in a heap on the floor behind her. She stepped in close to him and starred into his eyes and kept his gaze while she reached down to his palm..she then gently placed the belt in his hand and used the other to close his hand around it.. She leaned in close and put her lips to his ear and whispered "my Miranda right please". She handed him the handcuffs and a ripped piece of duct tape. He paused for a moment and let the hot sensation run through him. To do this he knew he would have to become something he wasn't. He decided to pull from his past and became one the dark hero...a hero that sometimes had no choice of revealing his dark side....Officer Bruce Wayne took the tape and smeared it across her lips. He took the handcuffs and spun the girl around, cuffed her wrists tightly and grabbed her hair and threw her over the couch in a half bent position so her ass was sticking out towards him. Her body made him believe that she wasn’t real..just like it wasn’t real what was about to happen…but she was and it was an opportunity no matter how much the world told him no he would take advantage of. He ran his hand gently over her back and ran it down to her perfectly smooth butt cheeks. He felt goose bumps raise as her used a finger to run up her crack and to the top of her back. As she shivered He bent over her body and pressed his mouth to her ear "you have the right to remain silent... anything you say can and will be used against you..." He stood up and took a small step back from her and raised his hand slightly, he brushed his hand opposite hand against her creamy soft skin and then with one swift motion swung the belt down and hit her on her ass with a "slap". Instantly he was afraid he'd swung to hard but her body only tensed slightly and she didn't make a noise. He took a deep breath and raised the belt a little higher and swung again "Slappp" her body tensed for a few moments longer than the last time but again no noise. He knew she wanted to forget herself and that was his job to help her..he knew the only way he would accomplish this was to hit harder. He raised him arm above his head and turned his body at an angle..he swung the belt as hard as he could across her ass. Her passionate scream was muffled but her tears fell down her cheeks like rain. She breathed heavily through her nose for about a minute and then calmed herself back to a quiet yet shaky state. She pushed her butt up as if to tell him again and he swung across her other cheek He knew somewhere in his mind he would hate himself for this but a familiar sensation seemed to course through his veins, power. She moaned for more and he was only too happy to help them both find pleasure through pain.

Her body eventually red raw she began to become dizzy and hot…she slowly began to invite the darkness and passed out. Lying lifeless on the couch he dropped the belt to the floor and hastily undid her cuffs and picked her up and laid her on the couch. He removed the tape from her mouth. He leaned his ear down to her mouth and he her slow shallow breathing. He sat on the coffee table and threw his hand over his face…his mind raced with confusion was what he had done wrong? Yes of course it was wrong he answered himself. Filled with anger he stood up and l his punched the nearest wall over and over until his knuckles bled. Tired he fell to the floor and fell hot tears fall down his face. He hated himself for many reasons and he hadn’t cried since the night he found out he would no longer be able to do what he loved...to do what he was meant to do. He didn’t blame her wanting to forget who she was…given the choice he would ask for the same. The man in leather and 2204 were both broken people, but they were both broken people that found pleasure. Together they both found pleasure in power…pleasure in pain…and pleasure in each other.

She moaned and put her hand to head. She sat up slowly and moaned again. A minute later she softly said “where am I?” He cleared his throat and answered “Dr. Kent’s house” he said with a nervous laugh. “What?” she said confused with her eyes still closed. “Ummm your next door neighbors “Dr. Kent” he said again with a nervous laugh. “You’re a doctor” she said confused again. “No…no that’s uh the nickname you gave me the other day when I rescued you from your porch. “Rescued?” she said questioningly. “Do you not remember?” he said confused. “Remember…remember what?” she said. “Anything about the other night…your boyfriend brought you home…you had a screaming match…you threw your ring at him…he sucker punched you to the ground…and you woke up here where you discovered my hidden identity.” he said concerned. “No.” she said softly. His heart began to race as he thought of the scenario where she pretended not to remember who he was and turn him in for hurting her. He cleared his throat trying to stay calm and asked in a concerned voice “What do you remember Hanna?” “Who’s Hanna?”She asked. He laughed figuring she was making a joke “You are 2204 Glen Street.” “Look I don’t know who you’re confusing me with but my name is not Hanna…its Heather” she said decisively His eyebrows squinted …he was really confused and hoped she was either kidding or just a really good actress. He didn’t want to offend her but he wanted to know if her change of self, acted or not, would land him behind bars. Look “Hannah…” she cut him off annoyed “Heather” she corrected. “Oh yea sorry..Heather..I think your suffering from amne”…he was cut off again. “What happened to your hand” she said concerned. “What?” as he looked down at his hand…Oh that uhhh I punched a wall…but we really need to talk about your possible am…” cut off again. “Why?” she said confused. He let out a sigh of frustration “It’s a long story.” She stood up and walked over to him and knelled…she took his hand and looked at it. He watched her carefully trying desperately to figure out was going on. He knew what she’d told him earlier and the logical side of him wrote off her behavior as good acting…but something irked him she was different than one would expect even when it came to maybe years of practice. Was he crazy?…was she? He let the thought pass through him and decided to play along but take care to watch for signs of a slip up. He watched as the girl cleaned and wrapped his hand. She used a first aid kit his girlfriend had left close to the coffee table for whatever reason. “Hope Hannah doesn’t mind” she said as she nodded to the picture of him and his girlfriend in the hospital working on his physical therapy.


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