The below offerings are just three story fragments I was working on and sort of lost the way forward with. I thought I would just offer them as they are - one after the other. The stories have no connection with each other, and the characters in one story fragment bear no resemblance to the characters in another story fragment.
Dear gentle reader, a word of warning: please just pass these stories by if you do not appreciate or like the themes illustrated within. These stories feature the themes I like, such as women who really enjoy deeply humiliating their husbands and boyfriends – I do like to occasionally write stories where women humiliate men, so if this doesn't appeal to you then please move on.
These stories also feature men competing with other men for women and winning women and then rubbing the losers nose in it – it is almost, dare I say, for lack of better words, primal and Darwinian, and no punches are pulled at times. Again, if this angers you or you dislike these themes then please just move on.
Jenny and Paul
Roger approached Paul as he arrived at the door, taking Paul's arm in his firm grip. Judith hurried up from the rear, her face red and concerned.
"Your father doesn't want any trouble from you tonight," Roger muttered threateningly, his face stony, but his eyes triumphant. "Nobody will think the worst of you, if you just leave now."
"I'm sorry darling," Judith said softly, looking up into Paul's eyes. "Just don't go in there."
"I'm okay aunty Jude, I can accept it," Paul said gently, "If that's what she really wants."
"I'm afraid she does want it Paul," Judith said. "I'll never forgive Ian for the terrible way he's treated you and her as well. Jennifer has shown everyone her true colours tonight – she's a heartless money hungry bitch. A sex-hungry bitch..."
"I'm okay aunty Jude; I just need to see it for myself. Where are they?"
"They're dancing my darling."
"If you make a scene, I will throw you out Paul."
"Oh go away you hateful man."
Paul pulled his arm free of Roger's tight grip and stepped passed Judith. He walked through the door and turned left and walked the corridor until it opened into space. The party was in full swing.
Paul's father Ian had thrown this party on the spur of the moment. Sixty guests from amongst family, friends and business associates had shown up. The top floor balcony had been decorated and the gleaming bar restocked; a small team of chefs recruited and a disc jockey employed to play the romantic music Ian loved and needed for his special night. Tables and chairs ran around the edges of the room – a small dance floor occupied the centre of the space and extended out onto the balcony.
Ian had insisted on Paul staying back at the office to finish up the meeting with the people from Harrisons. Paul had agreed to his father's request, defeated, knowing full well that his father was intending to make yet another move on Jenny. The domineering Ian had arranged for Jenny to be brought to the party by limousine, to be dressed in an extraordinarily beautiful dress and jewellery worth more than Paul could earn in 12 months. And now Paul had finally arrived from the meeting with old Harrison, two hours late, to find that his father had truly won – Ian had stolen Jenny from his son.
A few people looked in Paul's direction as he ordered a drink and stood at the bar, his back to the dancers. He downed the smooth burning scotch swiftly and then asked for another. He downed that drink as well. A few people, like Roger gloated at Paul's misfortune, a few, like Aunt Jude commiserated; still others thought Paul should have kept on fighting, should have broken in between Jenny and Ian and dragged Jenny off and put Ian in his place.
But people knew what the family was like and events had unfolded just as everybody expected them to. Ian was a deeply competitive man and he believed that the benefits, the luxuries and the pleasures of life belonged to those who had ambition, competed and won them. Ian didn't believe in heaven and hell, he didn't believe he would be rewarded or punished in the afterlife for his piety or lack of it in this life. Now was all that mattered – this life and the pleasures that this life offered. And so he bullied, out-manoeuvred and out thought the opposition and won won won.
Ian had worked hard and built a small local information technology company into a multinational corporation with offices around the world. He spent twenty five years of his life dominating the business competition, obsessed with work, and then retired at fifty two, effectively handing over the administration of the company over to his board and his sons Tom and Paul. And from fifty two onwards the retired Ian devoted his life to his greatest love: women and sex.
Ian was a tall good looking man with a strong body. He easily attracted younger women to him. The fact that Ian was wealthy and prepared to spend large sums of money on the women he pursued certainly helped him in his quest. The older man had little interest in marrying again, having endured two marriages in his younger years. Ian just wanted sex and plenty of it with as many female partners as caught his fancy.
Young women were simply bowled over by Ian's relentless persistence and his charm and wit. He never gave up and never took no for an answer, if he felt he had any chance at all. He met them working their way up the food chain in his business – all the girls knew that sleeping with the boss brought big rewards and as a result young interns, clerks, managers and partners lined up to do it with Ian. He also met them in exclusive clubs and at the parties of friends. Ian fucked his beautiful niece Karen, Judith's daughter and he had Jade, his ex-stepdaughter as well. No female was taboo and off limits if Ian wanted her and she could be cornered, charmed and convinced.
Paul, on the other hand, just didn't possess his father's energy and will power. In a highly competitive family Paul made a habit of constantly losing when it came to out-thinking and out-doing his brilliant and ruthless father and brother. Paul was competent, but possessed very little flair for brilliance or ruthlessness and Ian had that in spades.
Jenny and Paul met when he was twenty seven and she thirty. Judith had warily watched the burgeoning relationship between her nephew and Jenny unfold, sensing that her brother Ian was attracted to the delicious young woman just as much as his son was. Judith had stuck her finger in Ian's chest and bluntly warned him off Jenny, stating that if he wrecked Paul's happiness then she would never forgive him. And Ian initially complied. He accepted Judith's demand and backed away from Jenny even though everybody could sense his need for his son's beautiful girlfriend and Jenny was impressed by Ian's ambition and his dizzying success.
He was attractive, very attractive, Jenny thought of Ian. She had to forcefully keep her eyes off him and not let herself get too carried away and let her panties get too soaked at the thought of his domineering personality and his money and property. He was so different from her weak willed, but lovely Paul – no wonder so many women wanted to fuck Ian.
They married in church: Jenny could feel Ian's eyes glued to her body as she stood at the altar expressing her vows of love and fidelity for his son. She looked truly beautiful, Ian's type: a tall curvaceous thirty two year old with flawless light brown skin, blonde hair, green eyes and full red lips. But Ian kept his promise to Judith faithfully at first, filling the need for Jenny in his life with a long succession of hot blondes and brunettes. His bedroom seemed to have a revolving door where beautiful females arrived to be fucked all night, only to be replaced by another beautiful female.
Jenny and Paul had been married for three years and were the proud parents of a two year old boy when Ian decided he couldn't live without his daughter-in-law anymore and was ready to do everything in his power to take Jenny from his son. Ian made a pledge: he didn't care how many relationships it cost – he was going to have Jenny no matter what. She had grown on his mind, the one woman who obsessed him and with whom he could see a stable and long term future with.
But of course nothing would have happened if Jenny had rejected Ian outright. If she had just refused to consider her father-in-laws advances - then Ian's mission would have been shut down quickly, but she never really rejected Ian - she merely laughed it off and told Paul he was being silly when he complained about his father's behaviour.
