Sex And Rage Novels & Stories

All the emotions I had bottled inside me for years finally exploded. "No, I am sorry. I am all alone, Ian. I have nowhere to go. I am sorry for blaming you, but I am too tired now. I can't drag this out anymore. I want to die now." I shouted while crying out loud. It was so wrong of me to fight with him, but I wanted to target someone. To unleash my pent-up rage and blame someone for my misery. Unfortunately, it ended up being him. Mamma covered her mouth as she dropped onto the couch lifelessly. She was shattered watching her warrior lament like a defeated soul.

Dylan grinned as his husband moaned and his pet was fighting against his grip. He massaged it to make him more harder, and so he forgot his anger towards him. Little by little, what he does to him works. “Ahhhh, fuck you, babe, it’s so good... uhmmm!” Alexander moaned as his husband’s hand that was holding his cock started moving up and down faster.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breathing, and broken curses. “Fuck, Sarah,” Alex groaned, angling deeper, one hand gripping her ass while the other braced on the table. She clenched around him, pleasure mixing with the anger until it all blurred into desperate release. They came hard — Sarah first, shaking in his arms with a sharp cry, Alex following with a guttural moan as he buried himself deep inside her. They stayed locked together afterward, breathing ragged, foreheads pressed together. The room smelled of sex and faint paint. For a long moment, neither spoke.

said Eddie with red eyes He who was already filled with anger stepped on the brush until it split in two. Alex felt heartache as if time had stopped running and it seemed like the hatred he had been burying up for was ready to explode. Alex became so angry that he stood up and pushed his dad and took back the brush that had been crushed on his dad.

Christopher knew why she had gotten up. She had inserted a diaphragm. He had felt the rim of it twice. He thought about going back to his room because he didn’t want to hover, to make her feel smothered or uncomfortable. After all, he just ravaged her like a wild animal. Christopher couldn’t help it once he was inside of her. He hadn’t slept with a woman since he had gotten engaged to her and on top of that he had been desiring her for months. Pent up sexual aggression he didn’t know he had flooded out of him and he couldn’t stop it. Yet, it didn’t seem like she minded. If anything, Selena had enjoyed the hell out it.

“Like I said, it’s just the beginning.” “Neveah!” Rage dropped his hand, turned and looked out his window. “No morning sex then.” I couldn’t have taken it, I couldn’t feel my vagina I was so sore, and swollen. I hadn’t realized until I took a step toward the window opposite of the house. “I’ll see you at the gym,” I said, sliding out of the window. Rage watched as I crawled out and turned toward him. The smile on his face told me he’d stay true to his words. And the smile on my face said I was ready for everything he had to offer. No matter what he was hiding, I wanted him.

I know very well my mothers temper is Three hundred times worse than my father when she's angry and if anything were to happen to their only daughter there would be hell to pay but I trust that things would never have to come to that with Dastan. ..... BACK TO PRESENT...... I slip out of bed and get my routine done in the bathroom as Dastan sleeps soundly on the bed, I look at myself in the mirror as I use my various scrubs, rubs and cleansers after my warm shower, even though Dastan and I have been together for Six years now and he has made me the happiest girl in the world, there are two things that bother me and he brushes it off every time I bring it up or try, one time he got so upset a

There was one thing that I realized about Gage. And that is, whenever he has sex with me he isn't the same Gage Stockholm that his fans know and see him on TV. He's a different Gage when he's with me. He's a different Gage when we have sex. It's like a side of him he never shows to anybody but only to me. When we have sex, he's so dominant, strong, and serious, he wants it deep, fast, and very hardcore. He wants it in a very random moment at a very random place.

Fucking hell! She’s no where in sight. Damn the girl. Damn Benson for lying to me. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s lies! It makes me seethe beyond control and as my anger surges relentlessly, I try to find something that can stem it. Luckily, the counting begin. The people starts counting down from five to one and before that black rage can dot my vision I claim the strange girl’s lips. Heck! I can’t believe how soft, smooth and tasteful her curvy lips are. It makes my already rock-hard cock to turn insanely stiff, thrashing to escape its restraint.