Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

With blood stains all over his body, including his face and his hands mainly, I stared at my husband standing still for a second with his gaze locked into mine. "What happened to you?" I asked this time, looking scared and worried that he must have injured himself wherever he and Vincent went off to. The last time, they came back home looking all weak and shaggy. Now, he had blood stains all over his body. I immediately went closer to where he was standing and looking all rough. I placed my hand on every part of his body to know if he was really okay, considering the fact that he had refused to leave the spot where he was standing.

But the curiosity that niggled at me was much stronger, so I willed myself to move forward. The door that led to his study was slightly ajar and that chilling darkness that loomed in the air hit me in waves, a shaky sigh escaping me. One step was all I took, stepping into the study and walking in on an ear-shattering gunshot that sounded three times. My heart jumped multiple times, and my steps wobbled. My brain went bleak as my eyes met the shirtless physique that belonged to my husband, his upper torso drenched in blood with a gun in his hands. What the fuck?!

She is too shy to even think about trying them on. She lay down on her side of the bed and was about to fall asleep when she heard the door opening and closing. She lifted her head and looked at her husband who just walked inside while holding his suit jacket in his hands. She didn't immediately notice it because of the dim lighting in the room, but when she did, she gasped with shock and immediately rushed toward him. There is a blood stain on the right side of his shoulder, and based on the slight wince on his face, she can tell that he is in pain.

So i again try to move from him and this time he let me go and turne the side, facing his back to me. I wrapped the extra blanket on me and got up from the bed.I winched in pain between my legs and sit again on the bed. It feel like many needles pricking down there. I saw a red strain of blood on our white bedsheets, proving that my husband took my virginity while making love to me.

Where are they? She could not get the pipe out of her hands as it will, surely, ooze out blood. She hated the sight of blood. It almost reminded her of that night when she saw the cut-off head. She shivered. The door flew open showing the presence of her husband standing. His hands were in his pocket as he leaned tilted supported by the wall. His expression looked bored as he eyed her. But when their eyes met, he smirked. His eyes showed the most gruesome intention in them.

As his thrusts continued, my body almost reaching climax, I started to feel something trickle out of my womanhood, down my thighs. I looked and seeing blood, I gasped as I pushed him away, him gasping as he held on to his manhood. Blood! “What happened? Why are you bleeding?” He asked, concern actually evident in his voice.

Dailey stilled beside me with obvious fear, not for him but for his dog ex-boyfriend “I do not want someone dying because of me, I am not even worth it’’. With that heriel snapped ‘’ you are worth more than you know, do not make me search your memories Dailey, do not make me’’. I who has not seemed to notice the stain of blood on my husband suit jacket Wicked my gaze towards the suit jacket and immediately freezed. I fucking stilled, why the fuck does the blood on his body smell very familiar, like…, no that can never be the blood of who I think it is. The whole room noticed my frozen state and followed my eyes. Hailey looked away immediately while Dailey switched his eyes from my husband to

A lampshade beside the bellend's bed was suddenly turned on, revealing my so-called husband casually strutting his way toward me. Holy moly. Such a feast for my eyes. He was half naked, not wearing anything on his upper torso. Arrogantly parading his muscular chest and six-pack abs to me. My eyes went further down and I noticed the enormous bulge inside his striped boxers. All of a sudden, my mind went haywire. Am I seeing it for real? Why can't I bloody take my eyes off of it? What the hell is wrong with me? I wanted to slap myself right there and then.

I had no idea where this blood came from, and I felt a wave of fear cascading through me as I realized my husband was the one to put it there. I placed a hand over my aching stomach and stifled a groan as I took a few unsteady steps toward the bathroom. I quietly opened the door, turning to glance in terror at the bed where Alexander still lay asleep. My heart skipped a beat as he stirred, and I momentarily stopped breathing. I stumbled into the bathroom, barely managing to close the door behind me. Slumping against it, I was engulfed in a wave of pain and confusion. My head throbbed against the hard surface, but I stayed still, trying to compose myself.

A very low groan escaped his throat as his dick became harder and poked me again! "I'm sorry" he whispered, "I just cannot hold it". Hold the hell? I have a huge dick poking my back and all he said was he can't hold it? What the hell is his body even sticky? Turning back to look at his body I froze. Sticky, yes! Normal, no! He is covered in blood. "Holy fucking smoke!" I screamed, "You are covered in bl.."