The Sexual Misadventures of Lilly
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
13,278
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
The Last Mistake
Chapter 6- The Last Mistake
Carrie and I were together for almost two years. When we finally parted, I was so hurt I thought I would die. For almost a year I stayed in my room when I wasn’t at school. I graduated that June and headed off to college, still carrying my lost love in my heart.
I spent my first months at college in a fog. I studied, I slept, I ate, I breathed, but I didn’t really live. All that changed when I met Alex. Alex was a wild child. He was tall and thin with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but there was something about him that made my heart jump.
I’d seen Alex around campus a few times. One day I was sitting on a bench and he walked up to me. He sat down and introduced himself. I smiled at him and made small talk. I had no intention of getting involved with him. After all, my heart still belonged to Carrie.
But no matter what my intentions had been, I soon found myself spending more and more time alone with Alex. Then tnevinevitable happened. We went to a party. I had a little too much to drink and I let him talk me into going home with him.
Alex wasn’t gentle at all as he ripped my dress off. He let me know exactly what he wanted. I was too drunk and too tired to fight him. He threw me on his bed and ran his hands all over my body before unceremoniously jumping on top of me. He didn’t even wait for me to get aroused. He shoved his cock into me with one hard thrust. I didn’t bother to cry or scream or try to push him away. I kept quiet and waited for him to finish.
After fucking me for what seemed like hours, he removed his cock and pulled me up off the bed. He looked at me in a way that chilled me to the bone. He pulled back his fist and hit me square in the face. The pain sobered me some. I pushed him away and managed to get off the bed. I ran for the door but he caught me and threw me into a wall. My body bounced off the wall and I fell onto the coffee table. I heard something crack as my skull connected with the wood. Everything went black.
When I came around I was cold and wet. Forcing my eyes to focus I realized I was outside. There were trees above me and cold concrete under me. I could faintly hear water running somewhere. I tried to sit up. Pain ripped through my entire body forcing me back down onto the cold ground. I raised my hand and it was covered with blood. I managed to push myself up enough to look at my body. I was still naked and completely soaked in my own blood. There were two long gashes across my stomach. Blood poured from both of them.
I sank back onto the concrete and prayed. “Please God, don’t let me die.” I vowed that if I lived I’d change. Just as the darkness began to swirl into my brain again, I realized that God hadn’t been punishing me. The people who had hurt me hadn’t been punishing me either. I had been punishing my self.
The End.
Carrie and I were together for almost two years. When we finally parted, I was so hurt I thought I would die. For almost a year I stayed in my room when I wasn’t at school. I graduated that June and headed off to college, still carrying my lost love in my heart.
I spent my first months at college in a fog. I studied, I slept, I ate, I breathed, but I didn’t really live. All that changed when I met Alex. Alex was a wild child. He was tall and thin with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but there was something about him that made my heart jump.
I’d seen Alex around campus a few times. One day I was sitting on a bench and he walked up to me. He sat down and introduced himself. I smiled at him and made small talk. I had no intention of getting involved with him. After all, my heart still belonged to Carrie.
But no matter what my intentions had been, I soon found myself spending more and more time alone with Alex. Then tnevinevitable happened. We went to a party. I had a little too much to drink and I let him talk me into going home with him.
Alex wasn’t gentle at all as he ripped my dress off. He let me know exactly what he wanted. I was too drunk and too tired to fight him. He threw me on his bed and ran his hands all over my body before unceremoniously jumping on top of me. He didn’t even wait for me to get aroused. He shoved his cock into me with one hard thrust. I didn’t bother to cry or scream or try to push him away. I kept quiet and waited for him to finish.
After fucking me for what seemed like hours, he removed his cock and pulled me up off the bed. He looked at me in a way that chilled me to the bone. He pulled back his fist and hit me square in the face. The pain sobered me some. I pushed him away and managed to get off the bed. I ran for the door but he caught me and threw me into a wall. My body bounced off the wall and I fell onto the coffee table. I heard something crack as my skull connected with the wood. Everything went black.
When I came around I was cold and wet. Forcing my eyes to focus I realized I was outside. There were trees above me and cold concrete under me. I could faintly hear water running somewhere. I tried to sit up. Pain ripped through my entire body forcing me back down onto the cold ground. I raised my hand and it was covered with blood. I managed to push myself up enough to look at my body. I was still naked and completely soaked in my own blood. There were two long gashes across my stomach. Blood poured from both of them.
I sank back onto the concrete and prayed. “Please God, don’t let me die.” I vowed that if I lived I’d change. Just as the darkness began to swirl into my brain again, I realized that God hadn’t been punishing me. The people who had hurt me hadn’t been punishing me either. I had been punishing my self.
The End.