Tiny Woman
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,152
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Day two as a wife
Confident that Tiny would pick him, Ben left her alone that day when he returned from work. He could wait for his pleasure, now that he knew what he was waiting for. The other boys had nothing on him.
Fearing the worst, Tiny knocked on Jason’s door at 8 pm sharp. It took him a minute to open, as if she had woken him up. “Hey.” he said as he went back to what he was doing. Apparently it was watching TV and smoking…..something. He gestured vaguely for her to sit next to him on the bed.
Minutes ticked by, or maybe it was hours. The smoke seemed to make things a little…uncertain. Suddenly he turned to her as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Hey.” He looked between the TV and her a few times before turning it off. Without another word, even one so short and vague as ‘hey,’ he reached over and kissed her. She opened her mouth obediently and surrendered to his somewhat uncoordinated ministrations. Things became slightly blurry and she found herself with a mostly naked man trying to help her divest of her clothes. He became intent on her breasts for quite some time, time which she lost track of.
She’s mine, he thought lazily as he set to work sucking, drawing blood to the surface and marking as much of his property as he could. Comforted by the warm soft skin of the full breasts in front of him, he paused in his quest for marking her and promptly fell asleep. She wasn’t far behind.
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Morning brought a terrible panic and race to remember the previous evening. What have I done? I thought sitting upright with panic, sliding the still sleeping man off onto a pillow. Investigation in the bathroom revealed that I had fallen asleep with underwear and pants still on, which was a good sign. I didn’t see any blood or other bodily fluid in my underwear or on me, Thank God! How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I stop him? Even drugged, I should have…. I sat on the floor of the bathroom, pondering weather or not I could stay high 24/7 if married to him…it might just make me forget. Maybe he would give me an overdose. I wouldn’t feel a thing then. Not like the stinging pain I feel now.
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“Mmph.” He stirred as she exited the bathroom. He handed her a bottle of soda and downed one himself, “This will wake you up and make your mouth not so dry.” She gulped the soda down obediently, relieved to find that it quenched her thirst. “If you marry me,” he said, tracing the one visible hickey with his finger, “I won’t get stoned as much so I can give you a good fuck, I promise. I mean, I usually can fuck while high, you were just so…” He inhaled her scent deeply “warm.” They sat like that in silence for a while, his hands roaming over her neck and chest, until he glanced at the clock.
“Fuck. Late for work. See you whenever.” He dressed hurriedly (for someone half asleep and half high) and was out the door in minutes, leaving her alone to shower, trying to scrub it all off.
Fearing the worst, Tiny knocked on Jason’s door at 8 pm sharp. It took him a minute to open, as if she had woken him up. “Hey.” he said as he went back to what he was doing. Apparently it was watching TV and smoking…..something. He gestured vaguely for her to sit next to him on the bed.
Minutes ticked by, or maybe it was hours. The smoke seemed to make things a little…uncertain. Suddenly he turned to her as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Hey.” He looked between the TV and her a few times before turning it off. Without another word, even one so short and vague as ‘hey,’ he reached over and kissed her. She opened her mouth obediently and surrendered to his somewhat uncoordinated ministrations. Things became slightly blurry and she found herself with a mostly naked man trying to help her divest of her clothes. He became intent on her breasts for quite some time, time which she lost track of.
She’s mine, he thought lazily as he set to work sucking, drawing blood to the surface and marking as much of his property as he could. Comforted by the warm soft skin of the full breasts in front of him, he paused in his quest for marking her and promptly fell asleep. She wasn’t far behind.
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Morning brought a terrible panic and race to remember the previous evening. What have I done? I thought sitting upright with panic, sliding the still sleeping man off onto a pillow. Investigation in the bathroom revealed that I had fallen asleep with underwear and pants still on, which was a good sign. I didn’t see any blood or other bodily fluid in my underwear or on me, Thank God! How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I stop him? Even drugged, I should have…. I sat on the floor of the bathroom, pondering weather or not I could stay high 24/7 if married to him…it might just make me forget. Maybe he would give me an overdose. I wouldn’t feel a thing then. Not like the stinging pain I feel now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mmph.” He stirred as she exited the bathroom. He handed her a bottle of soda and downed one himself, “This will wake you up and make your mouth not so dry.” She gulped the soda down obediently, relieved to find that it quenched her thirst. “If you marry me,” he said, tracing the one visible hickey with his finger, “I won’t get stoned as much so I can give you a good fuck, I promise. I mean, I usually can fuck while high, you were just so…” He inhaled her scent deeply “warm.” They sat like that in silence for a while, his hands roaming over her neck and chest, until he glanced at the clock.
“Fuck. Late for work. See you whenever.” He dressed hurriedly (for someone half asleep and half high) and was out the door in minutes, leaving her alone to shower, trying to scrub it all off.