I thought maybe writing about the first time I was with Russ and Rayna would get it out of my system, but it just brought all those feelings back up to the surface. My husband and I made love after I posted the story, but I couldn't finish. I need what I used to need. I need the sound of a hand slapping my ass over and over. I need the spike of pain to go through me and awaken my senses. I need to be told what to do. I need to be given permission to enjoy it. Just sex isn't enough and if I'm honest, it never really has been.
Some kind people made kind comments on my memory. One person asked for more. So, here's more. Thank you for listening.
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First a quick follow up to the last memory. I slipped out of their room and spent the night on the couch. Russ got up early and made us all breakfast. It was a good breakfast with great company, but I could do better. Breakfast is my specialty. I'd save that as a surprise. I went home after breakfast and after a shower called my best friend and told her everything. On Monday Rayna came to have lunch with us. I swear, Russ's smile was so large the whole time he might as well have been yelling he slept with both of us. We kept giggling at him. I guess in that way we were being big kids just like him. It was just so funny to us.
Over the next week Russ was more professional than usual around the rest of the office, but would run his hand over my ass when we were in the break room alone and call me at my desk to whisper dirty little fantasies to me. Things he wanted to do next time. Just the thought that there would be a next time kept me on edge and wet all day.
Then came that Thursday (I think, Thursdays are always the worst, so it might as well be Thursday, I have trouble remembering if it was the same week or a week later, it's been a long time). I had a horrible day. Russ was working remote that day and Andy was being an asshole. His marriage was going down the tubes and I don't know if he had been cheating on his wife, but he sure wanted to with me. He had been flirting and hitting on me, but not as skillfully as Russ, for a while. I couldn't see myself with him, because he was mean. I want to be controlled, but not for real. I want to be hurt, but not hurtfully. Russ knew how to give me what I needed because I needed it, I didn't trust someone like Andy. He'd hurt me because he wanted to hurt me. I could never relax enough with him to enjoy myself. Anyway, he took it personal, and I guess it was, and just treated me like shit all day that day. Maybe he sensed something between me and Russ and wanted revenge, I don't know. But by the end of the day, I broke out into tears when I got in my car to go home. The rest of the evening was in a fog. I made dinner but had no appetite to eat it. I couldn't focus on reading or even watching TV. Time just passed and I cried. I tried calling my best friend back home, but she was out on a date. Finally, I called Rayna.