Blood In My Husband's Boxers Novels & Stories

His chest hair isn't noticeable, but obviously, it's there. Our lovemaking is getting more and more aggressive. Bracing myself, I squirm to try and loosen his clutch, but he has my head pinned to the bed. Finally, I get loose, and his pupils are the size of golf balls! As I bellow out a blood-curdling scream, he literally has to peel himself off of me before hurdling down the hall. While I'm in bed screaming, my parents dash into my room. My father slips and falls hard onto the floor. My mom cuts on the light, and my bed and I are saturated in blood! My father had slipped on blood in the hallway.

"Oh, that does sound hot. How does he get in?" "I might have left the back door unlocked." I said as his thrusts became a little longer and harder. "Where is your husband?" He asks. "At work or the store. I just know he isn't there to protect me." "Why would this have offended me?" He asked as he thrust in harder. "Ugh, because the only part of him that I can see in the mirror is his arm where the glove and his sweater come apart is black." I answered. "Oh, I see," he said as he started fucking me a little harder.

So much so that he actually began to cough up blood. “Oh my God,” Maria gasped at the sight of the blood that had stained her husband’s shirt. “Honey, are you alright?” she asked frantically as she stood up from her seat and rushed over to his side. “Do we need to get you to the hospital?” she asked as she patted his back in the hope of getting the cough to stop. While still coughing though, Mr. Henderson just shook his head to say no. In between his coughing though, he was able to say that he didn’t need to go, but wanted to go up to his room and change his shirt.

I went straight to the bathroom, I found Alessio's clothes scattered on the floor, they were tattered, wrinkled completely, then I saw blood stains on the white shirt, they were not big, they seemed more of a matter of facing a fight than anything else, however, I was worried, so I was surprised not to see him in the room, So I got dressed right away and when I went to put away the slippers, I saw something that took me out of focus, coming out of his pants pocket was nothing more and nothing less than white panties, which I took out to study very well. They were sexy, the kind that women used to wear in special moments and to my complete discomfort, they were used and they were not mine. W

She caught sight of something large and red in her periphery vision. Her son. The walls surrounding him near the bottom of the staircase were streaked in haphazard webs of blood. His wrists had been slit. Agony filled her, burning hot. Everything fell away. The faster her heart beat, the darker it got. Then she saw what was left of her husband lying on his side near the couch. His neck had been ripped open. False teeth shoved inside. Jeans around his ankles. Where his sphincter should have been, there was a red rose of meat. His genitalia were not in the room.

I had taken the pain killers given to me awhile ago, so physically I was fine, at least for now. "We are close!" Imade announced quietly, glancing at me before looking ahead again. I began to sweat. The air conditioner was doing absolutely nothing for me. The headache was threatening to come back again. I touched my head tentatively, feeling the small bump on my temple. If I feel this way, how would poor Eyare feel. All that blood. I instinctively turned to Imade. "Please tell me, how is my husband? There was blood everywhere and I heard a crunch, as if his neck got broken or something."

I looked down and saw a puddle of dark, brownish liquid oozing from a corner. It was coming from the box Michael had brought home. My first thought was that it was a prop from one of his pranks, fake blood leaking out. Shaking my head in exasperation, I reached down and picked it up. The next second, my entire body froze. It wasn't a toy. It was a human hand, cleanly severed at the wrist. The flesh around the cut had turned a sickening shade of black and purple and a foul tissue fluid was still sluggishly weeping from the edges.

The blood has soaked right through the white bandage, turning it to a scary red color. It's almost about to start soaking into his grey joggers. "Hold on, I’ll go get the doctor!" I blurt out, my voice rising with panic. I quickly slide myself off his dick and I'm fighting back the moan that wants to escape my lips. The whole situation is so crazy. We both end up laughing at the silliness of it. No, at his silliness for leaving his dick inside me when he is supposed to be resting. He pulls up his joggers and I hop off the bed, looking around for my top wherever I had flung it to.

I scrubbed at it, and based on how easy it came off, Lyle was having breakfast for lunch. On the second floor, the door to our room was open. I sighed. The contractor hadn’t hung the frame quite right, and the door hadn’t been latching well recently. Maybe we could get Mel in to fix it someday. Still humming, I pulled off my shirt and grabbed a towel. Yeah, a bath was exactly what I needed. I stepped into our master bath and froze. In the middle of the marble, dripping bright red blood onto the white floor, stood a filthy man clutching a jagged sliver of metal shaped like a knife.

OPEN" in bold letters. Unable te contain her curousity she open the box. She got the scare of her life when something bounce right into her face, and splash it with a red dye,She scream loudly that awaken her sleeping husband. The box contain another note that says, "The next time it will be your wife's blood on this box." She was so surprised when someone grab her from behind and hug her comforting her racing heart.When she turn around she was surprised to see Jordan on his feet holding her protectively.