The Dark Passion of a Broken Heart : A Woman's Erotic Journey From Innocence

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4:52 The bed held so many memories, but how could it really It was just a bed, like the rest of this house, from the basement they never cleared out, and the attic that still held all the boxes she'd meant to put away one day. For six years, it had been their bed. They had shared it, made love in it, slept in it, and this past six months it had become her bed alone. Desolate, single, Tracy traced her fingers over the pillow, down the mattress, following the memories of the curves of his body from the last night he had spent in the bed. The night before she had seen that text, and a world had crashed into oblivion.

5:48 Like some perverse phoenix. Her collapse had led her to a cathartic education about the man she really lived with and not the one she thought she did did side of her need to know why, to know all the details, although she dreaded hearing the answer, and in pursuit of this self punishing goal, she had met up with the other woman in a bar. They'd had a nice, polite conversation and a few drinks, mainly drunk by Anne, as Tracy had discovered she was called, and there she discovered all the gory details. Anne hadn't seemed like that sort of woman. She was a filing clerks at and attorney's intelligent, articulate, and even funny despite being a little tipsy as Anne reeled off a list of carnal activities they had indulged in.

6:49 She had tried to picture this woman in front of her in a dominant role, standing over Tracy's man and demanding sexual gratification from him, but she just couldn't. She could picture her in front of her with no teeth in her nose bloody, but as the woman had at least six inches in height over Tracy and about one hundred pounds, she wasn't about to explore that opportunity. This was only confirmed when Nan told her the extent of the domination play, a woman who could spank a man until he hurt. Tracy just didn't know if she had the physical strength to do that. Following that, she spent a very eye opening evening on the Internet, which only took her deeper into the rabbit hole. Our whole world of dark desires opened before her. My god, there were

7:47 even places, nor more happy looking places that sold everything you needed online. After one too many Margherita's Tracy for her purse and made a purchase that would change her life. She just needed to let go of her past. In the weeks after she threw Mike out, he had texted her at least ten times a day, all of which she ignored. He had sent her flowers, all of which went straight into the trash. Eventually, the apologies went silent, the flowers were no more, But it wasn't resolved, not completely.

8:31 Tracy had hoped time would be a great dealer, and to a degree, it was, but there was still a dark shadow that hung ominously over her. Why couldn't he talk to her? Was it her fault in some way. She needed to put this to bed, She needed to put this behind her. Her text was simple, we need to speak. Come to my house Friday, seven pm. Don't tell anyone. His response was quick and succinct. I'll be there, of course, I won't tell anyone. Tracy really didn't want anyone knowing that she might even be entertaining having that rat in her house again. Her pride had been wounded enough.

9:19 When her passer arrived in a suitably plain box, she opened it nervously, expectantly. She didn't quite know what she expected, but was damned sure. She expected something, maybe dark lust, to leap out from the depths of the cardboard. Instead, her lingerie was wrapped in cleoplastic, her new toys in normal boxes. The whole thing seemed so decidedly pedestrian. It was almost shocking to think of the passions that were fueled by these things. Friday evening came soon enough, perhaps too soon. Tracy wasn't really sure she could go through with this, but something deep inside her needed tonight to repair that bruised pride of hers, to make herself feel like she was in control again. It really had been

10:12 months in the planning and despite her best efforts, she needed to do this. She knew it was probably wrong, maybe even stupid, but she couldn't shake this feeling that everything would be a lot better afterwards. She had taken half a day leave that Friday to give herself time to prepare. She had a prolonged bubble bath, enjoyed a margarita, tried to eat something, but felt sick with it, so she had another margarita. Maybe it was the margeritas, but when she put on her new lingerie and looked at herself in the mirror, she did feel different. She did feel sexier, She did feel more powerful, almost ashamed to cover it up underneath her normal clothing, but she did. Nonetheless.

11:08 She had barely finished putting the snacks out on the table in the sitting room when the doorbell rang, sending shocks of nerves for a body. Suddenly, the stupidity of this evening welled in her mind. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to go through with this? But she was here and he was obviously outside. Tracy needed to do this for her own sanity. Swallowing the remains of yet another marguerita, quickly, she opened the door, seeing how nervous he was as he stood on her doorstep, dripping from the rain outside, was strangely comforting. After the normal pleasantries, he followed her to the sitting room, where she offered him food and his usual whiskey. The food he passed on, the whiskey was more enthusiastically accepted as

12:04 they sat on separate sofas Tracy watched him for a moment, trying to recall all the words she had recited so many times in her head, but they just seemed to have slipped from her mind as she looked at how small and pathetic he looked. God, was this really the man she had thought of as strong and independent? How many times had she called him her rock? All of that just seemed so stupid. Now. To say the conversation was awkward was an understatement. Both of them danced around the issues for long minutes as they discussed work, his mother, her mother, the car, and how she finally started getting the rest of the house in order by clearing the cellar.

12:51 I was so hurt, Mike. Tracy eventually whispered, I thought, initially it was because you had with another woman, but eventually I realized it was because you didn't trust me enough to talk to me about your needs. His eyes went glassy before a deluge of apologies cascaded from his lips. When he fell silent, Tracy lifted her legs slightly in a deliberate move to expose the stocking tops that had been hidden beneath her plain skirt in a I don't know I'd flashed them type of way. Mike's eyes focused on the movement of her thighs and in on the stocking tops. Yep, he'd definitely seen them. Putting her leg back down, she offered him another whiskey in the most normal voice she could manage. Standing she took his tumbler

13:46 from his shaking hand and refilled both of their glasses. As she returned to her sofa and sat down, his gaze didn't move from her pleated skirt, almost as if he was willing it to lift it again and give him another view of what she was wearing underneath. Oh, I'm going to make you suffer, you bastard, Tracy thought, slowly and deliberately. Tracy rubbed the inside of her thighs gently as she spoke, massaging her thumb up and down as if rubbing an old sports injury, almost in a distracted way, well aware of the impact her actions. We're having by the tenting at Mike's pants, whilst maintaining an air of ignorant bliss and innocence. So why did you do it, she repeated, shattering his trance. Ah what, sorry,

14:44 miles away. I was curious, That's all I'd heard powerful men really enjoyed it, he said, his eyes dropping from embarrassment. Tracy giggled within the confines of her mind, thinking to herself, So you thought you were a powerful man, so you would enjoy it, and you never thought to discuss it with me, she said, homing in on the center of her pain. I just couldn't. It would have been too embarrassing, he said, sheepishly. Much better to fuck a slut, then, she said, her voice dripping with pain. The room felt deathly silent. Tracy watched him for a while, her hard gaze making him squirm. She had to admit there was a thrill to having this much power. Her pussy certainly agreed.

15:38 It was clutching wildly underneath the respectable surface of her skirt, and, judging by the warm caress of moisture, on the top of her thighs. This little game was only going to become more intense. Well, that's just water under the bridge. Now, come on, do you want to see the cellar now I've cleared it out. It's a lot bigger than we thought, she said, her voice lifting. Mike just nodded dumbly. Tracy put her glass down and deliberately swung her leg in a gentle arc to give him another flash of the stocking tops before she stood, holding out her hand. She grinned herself, watching his awkwardness. With his growing erection, he followed her along the corridor to the door disguised between wooden panels. Opening it, he breathed the relief sigh when

16:33 she flicked the light switch on, illuminating the steps down Carefully, he followed her down to the dim depths of the cellar. It was certainly a lot clearer now. The junk that had been there before had all gone, and he could clearly see small alcoves leading off the main room. Wow, he said, this is a lot bigger than I thought.

17:00 Tracy replied, it spreads under the whole house. The plans only show it as one room, but when we cleared it out, we found these small rooms, well ante rooms. Really, you wouldn't know they existed unless you cleared it. They walked along the cellar. Eventually Tracy stopped next to a pile of old stone. These are the stones they found when they were clearing out. I guess the rooms all had doorways originally, but over time they fell down, leaving just the alcoves. And debating whether or not to rebuild one just for the fun of it. Mike walked into the alcove next to the stones and looked around. An old chest sat in the corner, the sort you might expect to see on a nineteenth century galleon. I thought

17:56 you might like these, Tracy said, pointing towards the ceiling a pair of manacles hung from the darkness, and told me how much you wanted to try them. She smiled wildly, and in the gloom of the room, it was difficult for Mike to see if she was smiling of pleasure or with menace. She want to try the Mike, she whispered, moving next to him, her hand drifting over the bulge in his pants, squeezing it tightly. Oh my, I think your cock does she giggled. Well, what are you waiting for?

18:38 Lift your arms. I've put these in just for you. Gingerly, Mike lifted his arms, a little perturbed by the dark side of Tracy. Standing on tiptoes, she fastened the manacles around his wrists. Lowering herself, she unfastened the belt of his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Wow, Mike, you are very hard, she said, stroking his firm erection slowly.

19:12 A low moan left his lips as he closed his eyes, the pad of her thumb rubbing teasingly over the tip of his cock, sending shudders a pleasure vibrating through his body. Tracy stepped back, watching for a moment before she slowly started loosening the buttons of her shirt. I wonder just how hard I can make that cock of yours. I wonder if I can make it harder than an did, She whispered coyly. You know you can, Mike groaned as he focused on her reck nipples pressing through the sheer silk of her lingerie. Oh, I think we should let your cock do doll the talking. Mike. Your mouth hasn't exactly got a right reputation for honesty, she said, moving over to the chest. Mike could hear her lifting the lid,

20:08 but in the shadows of the room, he couldn't tell what she was doing. He held his breath as she moved behind him. Open your mouth, she whispered gently. As Mike opened his mouth, he felt the intrusion of a bullgag being firmly attached around his head, forcing his mouth open that little bit wider, unable to speak as he became painfully aware of the caress of Tracy's fingernails down his back, pushing over the curve of his hips, and then she squeezed his hard cock tighter and tighter. Well, that definitely works, she breathed into his ear, the wet, warm caress of her breath making his cock twitch. Frantically, rubbing her hand up and down his chafts slowly. Mike closed his eyes. Damn, he felt so close to coming already.

21:09 What the fuck was she doing to him? As she squeezed his balls hard, she said, well, Mike, these feel very full. I guess you haven't seen Anne in a while. Moving back in front of him, Tracy continued to remove her shirt before unbuttoning her skirt and standing before him in the new lingerie she had ventured to buy. What do you think, Mike, she said, posing for him. It's a new look. Do you think it suits me? Oh?

21:46 Your cocky's just getting harder and harder, and I do believe that's pre come, she whispered, looking at the glistening head of his cock. Moving her hand between her thighs, moaned as she caressed the wet lips of her pussy through the silk of her lingerie, pushing them to one side. Her fingers thrust deep inside the sensation that shot through her body, causing her knees to buckle a little. She was finding this such a turn on. Lifting her hand back up, she grinned as she said, I have to say I am very were at seeing you like this.

22:29 Mic His eyes widened as she slid her wet fingers over his lips, giving him a hint of her essence. Mike could feel his body trembling, his cock throbbing with the knee to come. You know, I don't think I can get on my knees to suck your cock. I might just lad to my stockings, she said thoughtfully, before moving to the pile of the stones. Lifting one at a tie, she placed him across the entrance to the anteroom, creating a low wall that ran right across. Stepping over it, she sat on the wall carefully, her head level with his groin. Well, I guess that solves that problem, she said, as she started biting along the length of his shaft.

23:21 There was a sting of pain with every bite that sent shocks of electricity ricocheting through Mike's body, his pelvis thrusting desperately to push his cock inside her mouth. Not yet, Mike, maybe not ever, she whispered, grinning as she looked up into his eyes. Her lips slid over his cock, taking him fully into her mouth, before dragging her teeth back up his shaft. Inch by painful inch, She could taste how close he was to coming, how desperately he needed to come. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock, tasting his pree comb, grinning as she watched him wrie through the anticipation of pleasure. Standing, she returned to the trunk.

24:12 Mike struggles to see what she is doing, but yet again he cannot. The first he knows about it is a hard strike of a paddle across his bare ass, growling into his bullgag. The lust burning through his body is driving it mad with desire reaching around him. Tracy squeezes his cock again, feeling it tremble in her hands.

24:36 Oh that works so well, she says, playfully. Feel like you need to come, Mike, She whispers into his ear. Mike nods his head furiously. God, he did need to come. Three more strikes of the paddle, and his cock is so hard it actually fucking hurts. He can feel his frustrated orgasm swelling in his balls. Tracy returns to the chest, retrieving yet another item before she moves back in front of Mike. Looking and straighted in the eye, she says, want to fuck me Mike again? Mike not furiously, his body tortured with desire. Pushing her silk covered mound against his hard cock, she says, coyly, my pussy or Turning quickly, she presses the cheeks of her ass against his weeping erection my ass, and said she liked a tight little

25:38 ass on nil cock. Stepping over the stone wall, she turned and watched him writhe on the manacles or maybe neither. Moving a large bucket in front of the entrance to the anteroom. Taking a trough from within, she began slopping the watar between each of the stones, slowly holding the stones higher and higher until there was only one space left, a space for one stone through which Mike could watch her, watching the panic in his eyes. Tracy took the vibrator she had removed from the trunk. Switching it on, she rubbed it over her click. Fuck. She was so turned on feeling this much power moving through a body. There was no doubt this was the horniest thing she had ever done. Gasping her breast tightly, she rubbed her nipples

26:33 heart while the vibrator slipped along the lips of her pussy, her eyes never leaving Mike's. The fear in his eyes just fueled her passion as she fucked herself with the vibrator, her knees buckling as her orgasm spread before her whole body exploded in dark, delightful pleasure. It took a little while for her breast to subside, before turning and looking straight into Mike's eyes. I think never good Bye, Mike, she said, as she lifted the last stone into place, securing it with mortar. A nearie silence descended over the cellar.

27:16 As Tracy regained her breath, her legs still trembling from the most powerful orgasm of her life. After a little while, the waves of pleasure subsided as she looked around the silent cellar, mentally counting the empty rooms. She smiled to herself as she muttered, only six. I might need a bigger house. So I hope you like that one a little not to egg Graham and Poe in case nobody realized it. Yes, it was aha, one of my favorite stories. Yes, read Egg Granam Poe. Very short, but very very good.

28:00 I will leave an impression, I guarantee you, but for now and always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil and Wild wishing your salacious dreams.