Foreskin's Lament A Memoir Novels & Stories

The faint life force within me trembled violently, as though pleading for help. I used all of my strength to turn toward the cliff, and I suddenly slammed my right foot against a protruding rock. A sharp pain immediately shot through my ankle, and I heard the bone-chilling sound of bones fracturing. However, at the very least, my descent slowed for just a moment. Just then, I crashed into an old pine tree growing out from a crevice in the rock. Angry pine branches lashed out at me, the rough bark tearing through most of my skin.

"Noelle, I was wrong. Forgive me, will you? It's all Tara's fault. You and I wouldn't have ended up like this if it weren't for her. "We used to be so in love. Are you really going to give it all up?" I stared at him coldly, feeling nothing but disgust. How could he think I still had feelings left for him, after all that had happened? He grew worried after my prolonged silence. "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" I suddenly slapped him. "Did that wake you up?" Just as I was about to speak, someone draped a coat over my shoulders. I beamed at the man, saying, "I told you I'd get home on my own."

Panting, I collapsed on the bed with my arms stretched widely, reminiscing on a thousand ways and reasons I could have avoided having sex with Leandro. ‘Fine you're right, I do want to have sex with you’ my miniature confession thundered in my ears and a new session of screaming began. “How could you say that Natalia? How could you?!” I whispered to myself repeatedly, palming my cheeks and jolting from the bed. Striding towards the mirror to have a proper look at my shameful self, I noticed reddish marks on my arms and thighs, all thanks to that sneaky slutty monstrous bastard. But when I recalled I had bitten his shoulders and kicked his groin, hysteria washed over me.

Her legs fell open a little wider as Melvin leaned closer, the moonlight highlighting every intimate detail, Lila’s smooth, shaved pussy lips glistening faintly with nervous slick, the wound’s edges already knitting under Melvin’s touch. Melvin swallowed hard. The cabin still smelled of Kelvin and her own recent orgasm. The forbidden memory of his knot locking inside her made her core throb traitorously. As she poured more healing energy in, one hand steady on the wound, her other palm slid higher almost on instinct. Her fingers grazed the soft, warm flesh right beside the injury, rubbing slow circles to ease tension in the muscle.

For a man who saw me as nothing more than a crazy, heat-driven mistake. Tears streamed down my face as I forced myself up on shaky legs. I stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the shower with trembling hands, and stood under the scalding water until my skin turned red. I scrubbed between my thighs until I was raw, trying to wash away the evidence of what I’d done. But it didn’t help. The ache between my legs remained. The memory of his tongue and the way he had growled my name like a prayer stayed burned into my mind.

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?

“Shame binds you to me.” In one swift, unyielding motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her flannel pants and yanked them down her thighs, dragging her socks with them. The fabric rasped against her skin like a warning, pooling at her ankles before he kicked them aside into the shadows. Beneath, her simple cotton panties clung to her, damp and damning, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide the outline of her arousal.

It was a confirmation of his victory. Louie said nothing. He just stood there, dripping on the expensive carpet, his chest heaving. “I thought you might have learned your lesson,” Finn continued, taking a slow step forward. The tap-tap-tap of the crop was the only sound besides the drumming rain. “I thought you might have found some pathetic shred of self-respect. But here you are. The little whore who can’t help himself.” He stopped a few feet away. His blue eyes were pits of dark amusement in the low light. “Take off your clothes. All of them. Fold them neatly on the chair.”

I was dripping. I rubbed myself in tight, desperate circles, replaying that deep “Good girl” in my mind again and again. The way his voice had dropped. The way his fingers had felt around my wrist. I pushed two fingers inside myself, fucking them in and out while I imagined it was him — his hand, his cock, his control. It didn’t take long. The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. I bit down on my pillow to muffle the cry as my pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, pulsing with every wave. Lying there afterward, panting and ashamed, thighs still trembling, I whispered to the empty room: “What am I turning into?”

” He hit me on the shoulder with a serious gesture and then left me alone in the room with my eyes starring the black wraps, the same that put me through the greatest shame of my life. Lie, said a voice in my head, I knew that I had didn’t have the most embarrassment in my life. I didn’t even feel such word moments before thanks to my ignorance with the subject of the prophylactics that seemed to mock from my hand. That had happened over ten years ago and although it didn't feel the same way anymore, it did still hurt. I mentally forced myself to erased those memories with a shake of my head, I didn’t want to go there, because I had learned that it wasn’t good for me to look back.