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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Kelsey has suffered a great injustice that's left her traumatized and fearful of men. After seven years of avoiding boys like the plague she finally wants to get her life back. But when introduced to a handsome sex therapist and surrogate she begins to feel far too over her head

Summary

Kelsey has suffered a great injustice that's left her traumatized and fearful of men. After seven years of avoiding boys like the plague she finally wants to get her life back. But when introduced to a handsome sex therapist and surrogate she begins to feel far too over her head

Chapter1 (v.1) - Preface

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Kelsey has suffered a great injustice that's left her traumatized and fearful of men. After seven years of avoiding boys like the plague she finally wants to get her life back. But when introduced to a handsome sex therapist and surrogate she begins to feel far too over her head

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Submitted: April 07, 2015

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Preface
 
 
“No” I said looking into his steely blue eyes. He was nice. I just wasn’t feeling the same things he was. I wasn’t even sure I liked him as a friend. I had only met this boy three weeks earlier. Definitely not enough time for him to declare his love for me. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I just couldn’t lead him on. Wesley’s eyes lowered to the ground. The hopeful smile that was wide across his face formed into a deep frown. 
 
“But, Kelsey.. I love you” He repeated once more. Wesley put his hand on top of my knee, gripping firmly. “Please just give me a chance” 

 “Wesley, I tried. These past few weeks have been nice. We had fun, but I just don’t feel the same way about you. I don’t think I ever will” His grip tightened. His brows furrowed and his mouth twisted into a furious grimace. I thought he was about to cry. I hated when they did. His breathing quickened and his shoulders began to shake. I needed to leave before it got worse. As I began to rise off of his bed he dug his fingers into the joints of my knee. I let out a small yelp and slapped his hand away. “Wesley, that hurt!” I shouted. I got up to leave again when he took my arm in a vice grip, pulling me back down onto his bed. He jumped on top of me pinning me down. My heart was racing with fear. I knew that not every break up would be clean. Some would call me ugly names. Most would try to spread nasty rumors about me, but none ever stuck. No one had ever been this violent.

“You little bitch!” He spat in my face. His face was burning red. The kind, shy boy I thought would be a friend had turned into a monster before my eyes. I felt his hand grip around my throat and squeeze tight. I writhed underneath him desperately trying to escape. I tried calling for help. The only sounds I could make however, were small pathetic squawks. “I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAD” Tears were streaming down my face now. I felt light headed. My lungs were burning from lack of air. I was certain I was going to die. I met his eyes, silently pleading with him to let me go. 
 
“I-I’m sorry” I managed to choke out. I needed so much for him to let me go. My thighs and arms ached where he was pinning me down. I was beginning to lose feeling in my appendages. His eyes softened, but an eerie intensity remained. His grip on my neck lightened up just enough to let me breath. I coughed and sputtered and sucked in as much air as I could. Tears continued to spill down my cheeks. He took his free hand and wiped a tear away, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m sorry” I said again. I began to sob. I just wanted to go home.
 
“Oh Kelsey, you’re not sorry” His breath was heavy. He brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. I felt his hand move down from my face to the waist band of my skirt. I was hyperventilating now. I didn’t want this. “You’re the biggest slut in school, Kelsey. Everyone knows it. You’re going to enjoy this, baby”
 
“Please no” I whimpered. “No. Wesley no, please. Stop! Wesley!”
 
I stumbled out of his dorm room, not sure where I was going. I stepped into the communal bathroom into a stall and began retching. The contents of my stomach spilled out in a violent stream. I was so empty. I tried to move but couldn’t. Why couldn’t he had just killed me? I would have welcomed death at this point. I sat curled in the corner of the stall not thinking, not feeling, just numb from pain. I wasn’t supposed to be the girl this happened to. I owned my sexuality. I was in control of my own body. Kelsey McDade would have never let this happen to her. My shoulders slumped upon realizing what this meant. I wasn’t Kelsey McDade any more. I wasn’t anybody.


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