ANGST

Amrose slowly raised herself, stretching her feet to touch the floor, continuously she dragged herself into the bathroom naked where hot salted water awaited her. Each foot pacing forward after the other while she tried to make progress in her movement oblivious of the pain she felt . This was more deranged than what she always thought sex was about.

She had just had it. The struggles that came with it, the pain and the detachment she always felt with him in these recent times. He always cold, always looked at her with these eyes that made her remember that indeed she was under the eve’s curse! There were days he looked at her with eyes of awe, when she enjoyed his touch and sensual kiss as he drove her body to a frenetic breeze into the sexual arena. When he took his time in devouring her gentle shapely and voluptuous African body. He had time and time again enjoyed the fruits that lay on her chest and always looked at her as he made love to her almost to ensure she saw him and his dire desire to have her fully for himself and nobody else. He loved her.

But those days are gone now. Amrose dragged into the bathroom where hot salted water awaited her. She was in pain for abiding into the so popular love making process. She was torn into pieces of her insides and only they could give a justice scream of the pain she felt ! The tears that fell off her eyes clearly unreachable to her captor who couldn’t care less of her shrinking body. She oozed out the small whimpering silent wails of a woman ashamed of being in pain. She had been violated by the man she considered her other half.

She enters in and closes the door behind her, stretches to takes the bathing towel. Between her perky breast she could see the white tiles between her legs painted a stream of red. She was bleeding and that was definitely not her menses. She remembers how he used to massage her body with kisses in attempts to be a woman’s gentleman cure every time she showed up tired and disappointed from work, how he used to tongue wrap her at her favorite spots, how he used to vivaciously swing her from dancing into his adoring positions.

She bends slowly to take the pink towel ,deeps it into water and stretches it down to her areas of sensitivity. The pain pinches almost a vivid envisage of her imprisoned body against his strong will of pushing forward as she silently said ,”Please take it slow” and he answered “I know” and immediately rampaging into her like a bulldozer in a destruction mission. The pain she felt as he deeply let out at her earlobe the big sigh of satisfaction in the expense of her health. The pain she always saw in his eyes as he looked at her through the corners of his sockets. The perks of being a sexual woman in a callous beckon.

Amrose slowly raised herself, stretching her feet to touch the floor, continuously dragging herself into the bathroom naked where hot salted water awaited her!