| Howie returned to his home that he shared with his girlfriend, Theresa. They had had yet another fight. He went to cool down and was now returning. He knew what would happen now, it was predictable by now. He would find her either in the living room or bedroom, crying. She would look up, see him, and they would make up and have sex. He looked in the livving room first. Not there. He went up to their bedroom, but what he saw he was not expecting. Theresa was indeed crying, but she was also packing her bags. "What's the hell's going on, Theresa?!" he yelled. She looked at him tearfully. "I can't do this anymore, Howie. So I'm leaving." "Wait just a damn minute!" he stared but she cut him off. "I know I've theatened to do it before, I've been saying it for weeks now! Every fight, every arguement. But I'm serious now! I can't live like this anymore! It's not natural!" During her rant, she kept a steady path between her suitcase and the closet, throwing her things into it. Howie was furious! She could not....would not leave him! Theresa needed him and he knew it. And no one left him before, why should it start now?! He cut into her well worn path and knocked the suitcase off the bed. He grabbed her as she started screaming at him. "You will never leave me. You can't and you know it. You need me, Theresa," Howie stated in a deadly cold voice. Theresa stared into his once warm eyes. She knew she couldn't just smack him and leave. He was turning into someone she didn't even recognize. She would have to use a different approach to get out of this horrible life. Theresa relaxed in his death grip. She gave him a seductive look. "You know me so well, Howie." He looked down at her and gave her his own look. "That's right, baby," he said and crushed her lips with his own in a rough kiss. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. Howie stripped his clothes off and ripped Theresa's off as well. Theresa had never seen Howie like this before! Despite her intentions of leaving him, she found herself very aroused. Might as well have fun with this "good-bye". Howie layed on top of her and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Theresa kissed him back, using just as much force as he was. She considered biting his tongue, but wasn't sure how he'd react. Howie postioned himself and rammed his manhood into her. Theresa broke the kiss, throwing her head back, crying out. "Yeah, babe, I knew you wanted it. You're so wet......*grunts*.....so tight!" he panted as he tore her apart, pistoning his cock furiously in and out of her. Theresa clawed at his back, pulled his hair....loving his dick pumping her hard. It had never been like this! Theresa didn't know what came over her, but she rolled them over, not breaking the contact. "HMMMM....that's it, baby, ride it!" Howie coached. He held onto her hips as she slammed her wetness onto his pole. She moaned and groaned as she rode him, just like he wanted. He felt her tighten around his hardness. He reached in between them and found her clit. Theresa gasped and pumped faster as his fingers pinched and rolled her bud. She came violently, her juices coating his dick. The feeling of her walls clenching him, set Howie off and he jismed. *LOL I'm sorry, Josh's word!* Theresa released her vaginal hold on him and sat on his toned stomach. Howie reached and fondled her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they were hard. "Baby," Theresa said, "can I try something with you?" "What?" Theresa leaned down, kissing him. "I want to handcuff you," she whispered into his ear. Howie got hard just at the thought. He spread his arms as his answer. Theresa smirked and cuffed him to the headboard. She kissed him, their tongue mingling in a erotic duel. She reached down to his erection and started to pump. Howie's hips jerked under her touch. She brought him right to the edge and stopped. Theresa smirked again and got up off the bed. "Where are you going?! Come on, finish this!" Howie complained. Theresa got dressed in some fresh clothes and put her suitcase back together. "I told you I'm leaving you, Howie. Maybe now you'll believe me," she said, trying to hold back her laughter. The look of frustration, both sexual and loss of control, on his face was priceless. "I'm outta love and I'm outta here," and with that, Theresa left, Howie's angry voice and the rattling of the cuffs against wood echoing behind her. Theresa never looked back, but wished she had taken a picture of poor, helpless Howie. She heard from a friend of a friend.....A.J. found him the next morning, Howie's voice was hoarse and he still needed to get off. *~*The End*~* *Author's Note: LOL! Ok, ok, I know Howie isn't really an asshole like I wrote him to be, but it's a story! Go with it! But you gotta admit, it's kinda funny!* |
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