Foreskin's Lament A Memoir Novels & Stories

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, Henry Young took his employees on a company retreat. By sheer coincidence, he ended up booking me. When he saw me, he remained perfectly composed, so much so that even his breathing did not falter. I served him the same way I treated every other client. Then his phone rang. My hands paused for a moment as my own voice, young and girlish, came through his phone speaker. His employees immediately started teasing him. Henry simply explained in a gentle voice, “My wife recorded that when she was young and didn’t know any better.” Just as he was leaving, Henry suddenly turned around. “Anya Walt, I’ve never forgotten you. “Are you really goi

“Not an easy thing to do, no, no, no. The first cut failing. Meeting only muscle. Stitched up and still bleeding. The second cut, lower, beneath the scrotum, deeper, my bare legs being held up by two drunks while he, the doctor, the third drunk, spread the bleeding flesh and inserted the tube.” A long pause, his eyes on her. “And then I could piss.” He’d forced her to sit now. “Couldn’t control it, no. Piss dripping out the tube all hours, day and night. My life lived dripping with sour piss.” He breathed, his fingers balled into tight fists. “You did this to me. You brought the nightmare of infection and puss, of swollen scars and living in a piss-drenched cloud of constant humiliation that

Riana’s POV The pain from the lashes still burned across my back, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through my body. The wounds throbbed beneath the thin fabric of my dress, a constant, searing reminder of the public humiliation I had endured. But worse than the physical pain was the sting of their judgment. Their whispers followed me like shadows, hissing insults and mocking my fall from grace. I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and cold, as if their gazes alone could strip me of whatever dignity I had left.

“Why are you crying?” I shoved his hands away, desperate for an excuse. “I wanted to see your wound, and you nearly broke my wrists.” “I’m sorry. Instinct took over,” he said, and then he finished unbuttoning his own shirt. “It isn't a pretty sight.” The scar was jagged and ugly, a permanent reminder of our lowest point. I reached out to touch the puckered skin. He shivered at my touch, catching my hand. “Don't. It’s dead tissue now.”

***WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of rape, torture, and self-harm. Read at your own discretion.*** I woke up in a cold sweat wrapped in Leo's arms and scent. Unfortunately, neither calmed my buzzing mind. I was drowning in memories and flashbacks as tears streamed down my face. I eased out of Leo's hold and got up, barely holding back a sob as another wave of memories drowned my mind. My arms wrapped tightly around my body, I silently shuffled into the bathroom. I couldn't be any more of a burden to Leo than I had been the last few days. As the door closed behind me, I locked it and slid down the wall, letting my tears fall freely while my hand kept my sobs from bouncing off the bat

Looking back, I’m fairly certain that he did it on purpose, and that he’d masturbated just before, because it was huge and swollen. “I’m sorry.” I said, covering my eyes and high tailing it out of there. It was so embarrassing, and I’ll never forget how hard my heart was pounding when I went into my room. I couldn’t unsee it, and I found myself thinking about it whenever I got aroused. After seeing Jim, and then Conor, I was very impressed with what he was packing down there.

"I'll have something soupy. Meat makes my stomach hurt." "Why would your stomach hurt?" Mom frowned right away. Dad and Zack, who were both in the room, looked over as well. I gave them a gentle smile and said, "I've just got a little stomach problem. It's nothing." The three of them let out quiet sighs of relief as I quickly returned to my bedroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, I covered my face with my hand. That was close. My tears had almost fallen just now. Mom, Dad, you lied to me for three years. Today, let me lie to you, too. Just this once...

Finally, one officer said, "I see. No wonder he deliberately misled the investigation that day. It turns out he wants to kill Vivian himself. This… this is insane." Everyone sighed heavily. Yet as the protagonist of this story, I simply stood to the side watching quietly. I heard all of Ethan's words yesterday, but the apology came far too late. All the years of cold treatment, cruel words, and unjust favoritism wouldn't vanish because of a few simple words. I passed through the thick metal doors and drifted into the operating room. Ethan lay there, with tubes running everywhere and a ventilator keeping him alive. He looked so vulnerable. I floated to his side and gently touched his cheek, j

Answers I don't think I actually have. “Aria, there is nothing to apologize for. As I said, I have never implied it was you, and I would hope no other person has either, or if they have, I would like you to send them my way for me to correct them! Trust me please when I say you have done nothing wrong. And I hope in time you will see why I have done the things I have done. Okay?” he spoke shakily, with a sad smile. A smile filled with pain. I don’t think there is a more sorrowful sight than a smile filled with pain and loss.

He smirked He carried me through his room, His kisses reached my breast as he started licking it, he started removing my clothes until we were both naked. . . . . . . . Damn, that happened too fast. I can’t walk. “Does it hurt?” He asked “You put your fucking long thingy inside me! You expect me to be fucking okay?” I yelled at him, He laughed “Why are you mad? When you’re moaning in pleasure earlier.” In embarrassment, I hid myself in the blanket.