She did not love me but rather, loved having me.We dated for two years, agreeing that we would wait until we were married before having sexual interco...rse. I think that was a mistake. We should have had relations, this way I would have gotten to know her better but I was afraid of having a baby out of wedlock and the life of poverty it would have caused.My girlfriend worked for a finance company and she had to work on Friday nights which gave her a two hour dinner time. I always took her out to. Dating someone from the school, while not against the rules, was frowned upon as a conflict of interest. Sarah is this coworker’s name. It’s not that she isn’t attractive. She is just not really my ideal type. For one she has a larger ass than I usually enjoy watching even though some guys love that and her chest is the same way in being slightly larger than I prefer. She also is a brunette and I’ve been a guy who’s been mostly into blondes. That last part I am guessing is because my. I was mortified at the prospect of it. “Do you want to cum, bitch? I told you your tongue is my property tonight, and I demand you present it to me.” She slapped me hard, and still I wouldn’t open my mouth. She then grabbed my balls and squeezed firmly, making me cringe in response. “You want to feel my nails in your ballsack, you little bitch? Do as I say!” Reluctantly, I began to open my mouth, and she just shoved the rolled up cut off part of the pantyhose in my mouth. “OH MY FUCKING GOD” I. There was something deep, permanent, irrevocable in her, something hidden by the scars that time accretes on our soul, but beneath which lives the dulled sense memory of searing pain that can never be forgotten. She came over just this past Tuesday night – the circumstances and logistics seemed to present themselves, a coincidence and an opportunity. It was so cold that we agreed we’d order Chinese food, a so-very-New York thing to do. Candles flickered on the table in my apartment as the heat.