Somebody to Love

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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Phet:

"Somchai please, take me now… please" I pant as I feel electrons sizzling all over my body. I could hardly take it anymore. My toes want to curl up on reflex as I near my release but it's never as good as when he is inside me. So I am holding it back. I don't want to cum now. I want to cum with him inside me. But no matter how much I plead, Somchai just ignores my pleas and keeps biting and sucking the hollows of my neck, one side after the other as he wanks my super red and hard cute rod.

Yeah you heard me right. My penis is very cute. It's like those multicolored lollipops they sell on the streets of Bangkok. They usually have three colors. Red, white and yellow. Sometimes, green.

But now imagine a five inches lollipop with just two colors. The bottom is peach while the top is a pink cap. Like very pinky. But during sex, the pinky cap usually turn red… except today. For whatever reason, Somchai is going easy on me and I don't like it a bit.

"Hold on phet. Not yet." He replies then bit down on my right neck, making me groan. I can feel myself shiver as I use all my mental restraint to stop myself from cumming.

The thing about holding back is that your manhood gets harder and becomes painful but for someone like me, the more painful it gets, the more exciting it is. So to not spurt at this moment takes all of my brain waves. It's really difficult because I want to surrender to that pain. I want it to wash over me like cold seawater.

Somchai sinks his teeth into another spot and bite down on it, making me hiss and purr like a cat, then he starts sucking that spot. First gently, like cautiously using a cotton wool to dab a wound. This makes me so hot and restless as a stronger tingling sensation starts from the bitten spot and spreads throughout my body as he continues exploring it. Then all of a sudden, he drags the skin in like a nipple and sucks really hard. When he does that, the sensation is like when he sucks on my cap. Explosive!

A groan escapes my throat as I sink into him and my legs start vibrating but I can feel somchai's right hand

as it tightens around my shaft and holds the milk off. I groan in pain and pleasure. It feels so good.

Even though the milk didn't escape, my body goes through the process of cumming. I shiver and whimper as electrons criss cross through my body from my toes and fingers.

Somchai holds onto me till my body calms down after which I slump against him. I just can't stand on my two feet again. They have gone jelly and fluid.

That is when Somchai turns me around and slams me against the floor. It should be painful but I like it. I love pain. It makes me horny and itchy.

"On your knees."

I quickly gather myself into a kneeling position on the bathroom floor and wait.

I know what is coming and I am so hyped for it. My hole has been clenching all day and now that it's about to get some justice, I can hardly stay calm.

I can hear Somchai tearing a condom up and rolling it up his shaft. I am so impatient that I start rubbing mine too but I suddenly feel a painful, tingling sensation on my butt. Somchai slapped me on the cheeks. This only arouses me the more and my rod trembles harder.

"Stop that!"

He orders and I quickly stop. But it's so difficult. I really need him to touch me so I turn around with the aim of making him hurry up only to see him stand up and exit the bathroom.

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