Aisha and I made a huge mistake with Wendy on late Sunday night.
Aisha was going down on Wendy relentlessly. Wendy started to try to push Aisha away,but Aisha fought through it. I thought they were just playing. I was hoping Aisha would get a big squirt in her face. Wendy reports she squirts "once in a blue, blue moon," and we have not managed it yet.
Then Wendy said the magic word. I cannot remember exactly what she said, but one word was "mercy."
Aisha has many qualities, mercy is not one of them. The word drives her mad, actually, and actually produces more of what you are trying to get her to stop. Wendy had several more orgasms, she had more orgasms that night than she had ever had with us.
Then, she suddenly passed out. Aisha disengaged, and said "Fuck her." I started to say that maybe we should wait. Aisha repeated "Fuck her." I recognized the tone of her voice, after all these years. She was close to violence.
So I did. As softly and as gently as I could. After a few minutes, she came to. She looked me in the eyes, and I wished she would tell me to stop. Instead, she just closed her eyes. I did manage to fuck a few moans and a couple of scratches down my back before I finished.
In the morning, Wendy was fuming. She described the night as "traumatic." Aisha pointed out that Wendy had a lot of orgasms, and Wendy responded that many of them were forced,and that she did not enjoy them. She left early.
Wendy called me today, at a time she knew I would be home, but Aisha would not. She explained her feelings, and asked me directly "How could you do that to me?"
I had the answer to that. "Aisha told me to."
"Ever think of saying 'no' to her?"
"Do you?"
Wendy is examining her options.
I told Aisha about the call, and her response was predicable. "Fuck her then. We didn't fuck up her relationship, she did that all by herself. She's shit in bed, anyway."
So Aisha will not miss her. I will. I have grown fond of this girl I had a crush on in high school. I do not lover in a romantic sense, but I like having someone to cook with. She is also our supplier of pot, and Courtney and Megan have grown to like it on weekends. I think women smoking pot is incredibly sexy. I was really looking forward to our vacation together in two weeks.
Aisha, of course, in unrepentant. She never feels that she ever does much wrong. She has no sense of conscious, never feels a twinge of guilt. It is not the first time I have wondered if I am truly, madly deeply, beyond all reason, beyond all hope, in love with a sociopath.
Aisha was going down on Wendy relentlessly. Wendy started to try to push Aisha away,but Aisha fought through it. I thought they were just playing. I was hoping Aisha would get a big squirt in her face. Wendy reports she squirts "once in a blue, blue moon," and we have not managed it yet.
Then Wendy said the magic word. I cannot remember exactly what she said, but one word was "mercy."
Aisha has many qualities, mercy is not one of them. The word drives her mad, actually, and actually produces more of what you are trying to get her to stop. Wendy had several more orgasms, she had more orgasms that night than she had ever had with us.
Then, she suddenly passed out. Aisha disengaged, and said "Fuck her." I started to say that maybe we should wait. Aisha repeated "Fuck her." I recognized the tone of her voice, after all these years. She was close to violence.
So I did. As softly and as gently as I could. After a few minutes, she came to. She looked me in the eyes, and I wished she would tell me to stop. Instead, she just closed her eyes. I did manage to fuck a few moans and a couple of scratches down my back before I finished.
In the morning, Wendy was fuming. She described the night as "traumatic." Aisha pointed out that Wendy had a lot of orgasms, and Wendy responded that many of them were forced,and that she did not enjoy them. She left early.
Wendy called me today, at a time she knew I would be home, but Aisha would not. She explained her feelings, and asked me directly "How could you do that to me?"
I had the answer to that. "Aisha told me to."
"Ever think of saying 'no' to her?"
"Do you?"
Wendy is examining her options.
I told Aisha about the call, and her response was predicable. "Fuck her then. We didn't fuck up her relationship, she did that all by herself. She's shit in bed, anyway."
So Aisha will not miss her. I will. I have grown fond of this girl I had a crush on in high school. I do not lover in a romantic sense, but I like having someone to cook with. She is also our supplier of pot, and Courtney and Megan have grown to like it on weekends. I think women smoking pot is incredibly sexy. I was really looking forward to our vacation together in two weeks.
Aisha, of course, in unrepentant. She never feels that she ever does much wrong. She has no sense of conscious, never feels a twinge of guilt. It is not the first time I have wondered if I am truly, madly deeply, beyond all reason, beyond all hope, in love with a sociopath.