Raven's Lair part 7

Raven's Lair part 7

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Continuation of part 1 thru 6

Summary

Continuation of part 1 thru 6

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Submitted: February 22, 2013

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Submitted: February 22, 2013

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Part 7 Resentment (Who do I hate? Me or you?)

 

I knew this conversation between Malik and me could go either way. He was very headstrong and stubborn and I was opinionated, stubborn, and worst of all hurt. With that said, I think you all get the picture. I climbed the stairs to my apartment and as I was walking something came over me. I felt sorry for Malik. He was the one who had lied, cheated, and betrayed me; yet I pitied him. Was this real? I had to wonder if I had officially lost my marbles. Cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder I clumsily unlocked the door thanks to all the crap I carried with me from work every day.

Since I got off early, there was more than usual but hey a girl's gotta make a living right? Several times throughout this conversation with Malik and myself I'd zoned out. I guess I was at it again because when I snapped out of my trance, I heard him calling my name and I felt awkward and dirty. "Did you hear me?" Malik asked sounding a bit flustered.

"No, sorry." I responded, "What did you say?" I asked uncertainty gliding around me like a figure skater who just landed a perfect triple lutz. Mainly because I wasn't sure if I wanted him to repeat himself. However, I knew I had to deal with this demon even if Malik was the creator, move over Wes Craven. Clearing his throat he said,

"I asked you if I could come to the house?" "I would much rather do this in person." Just then, rage replaced my empathy; I threw my things on the love seat absentmindedly switching my phone from my left ear to the right. "Come by?" I repeated incredulously "For what, I don't want to see you!" I heard Malik inhale because he wanted to speak but he knew me well enough not to cut me off when I was in this state. "Let me ask you something how long have you been a dick eater?" I couldn't believe I'd used that terminology but quite frankly I didn't care!

I felt Malik's uncomfortable vibes from the other end of the phone. He sucked his teeth agitatedly and replied: "It wasn't like that I battled with this for awhile." "Derrick and I just kinda happened." "Bullshit, I shouted that shit doesn't just fuckin happen!" inhaling deeply I collected myself and asked, "So, it never dawned on you to come to me about your feelings?" Not wanting to prolong the conversation any further he simply replied:

"How could I?" "I knew you'd act this way!" I was silent for a moment because I couldn't believe Malik found a way to flip this around on me. So instead of shouting, cussing and fussing like I had been this entire conversation I simply said, "You know what Malik, I think you're right" This conversation would be much better in person."I can't do this with you right now, this is way too much to digest too soon."So, When I'm ready I will contact you to talk about this face to face."

"Have a nice life and in the meantime DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT CONTACT ME UNTIL I CALL OR TEXT YOU!" I hung up the phone. Now more than ever I needed a fix or a drink. Honestly, though I preferred the fix. It was two thirty JT didn't get off of work until five, and by then I'd be preparing to go out with the girls. Maybe I'd fake a headache once we were at the bar so I could leave early to meet up with him.

My emotions were raw and my body was screaming. So, I needed this; besides, I hadn't masturbated since I was fifteen but right about now I could use a hot shower and an even hotter orgasm. Leaving my crap in the living room I stripped off each layer of clothing and made my way to my bedroom.

Although I didn't masturbate I can admit I'm experimental in the bedroom I like to buy fun gizmos and gadgets from time to time. Reaching into my mini treasure chest hidden in the bottom of my closet I pulled out my five-speed blue massager I decided this called for over time so I grabbed the clit stimulator too and made my way to the shower.

Five minutes alone with me and I'd be good as new at least until I saw JT later this evening. Making my way to the bathroom I turned the water on testing it to make sure it was the right temperature. I adjusted the shower head just in case the vibrator and the stimulator didn't get the job done.

Since I was already naked I stepped into the shower and let the water wash away everything I'd encountered earlier in the day. The water clutched my body and I closed my eyes allowing every emotion that was in me to release from my mind I placed the vibrator and stimulator in the rack on the side of the tub. Before doing anything I allowed my mind to wander back to the last time JT and I was together.

I bit my lip and slid my middle and index fingers deep inside of my moist feminine hiding place I moaned outwardly thrusting my fingers deeper as I felt myself climbing higher and higher I needed this orgasm is was the liberation I'd been missing; this stress had started to take its toll on me. The more I pushed deeper inside I felt the tension from my neck and shoulders easing.

I didn't think it was fair my fingers got to have all the fun so I clumsily searched for the vibrator turning it on being careful not to do too much so that I wouldn't fall I simply placed the tip of it on my clitoris and called out in sheer pleasure as my orgasm tore through my body. So much for needing the stimulator. I collected myself letting my erratic breathing return to normal; grabbing my loofah sponge and lavender scented body wash lathering my recently pleased body with soap I washed thoroughly and let the water rinse me back to the here and now.

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