closet. He is broken- maybe even beyond repair. He has never been in a
successful relationship, because he doesn’t let anyone get close enough.
invest. Mr. Black offers to help Anaya invest her inheritance So that she can
open her abuse center.
want to want him. After all he’s a man-whore.
just can’t seem to get her out of it. I have to have her, so have her I will.
If it’s the last goddamn thing I ever do. I will screw her until she can’t walk
and I will move on with my life just like I have always done.
stop. She craves more, and when her head and her heart collide, she is left
with an important decision – walk away or risk being burned?
Whiskey never felt so good.
thighs. Shudders rip through me as he screams, “You dirty fucking whore!” and
he brings the belt across her ass, her strangled cries pierce my soul.
Please! You’re hurting me.”
again, smack right across her tear
streaked face with his open fist. Her body quivers, as he yells once again,
“Shut the fuck up!” I anxiously stare as he unzips his fly. Wraps his hands
around his dick and shoves it in her face. “Suck my dick you filthy bitch!” She
turns her head in disgust intentionally disobeying his request, but he
forcefully grips her chin turning her head toward him and shoves his male
appendage in her face.
paralyzed with fear, my heart is ponding rapidly against my chest. My hands are
uncontrollably shaking and I feel the bile rising in my throat. I have the urge
to save my mom, but I can’t will myself to move. I take a chance glancing over
at her and she is seated in one of our kitchen chairs with her hands tied
behind her back. Her legs are spread wide as he stands between them forcing her
to suck his dick. They are unaware of my presence as I cower in the corner of
the room. My hands cover my eyes as my body trembles. With each loud noise I
peek through my fingers to observe what’s going on. He grunts loudly as he grabs a fist full of
her hair and yanks. She screams causing my to body jump, I want so bad to cry,
but I fear they will overhear me.
instructs her to stand up, turn around and kneel on the chair. Her right leg is
on the floor steadying her and her left foot is propped up in the chair. She
leans over the chair spreading her legs wide open. I witness his hand come up
then whip forward to slap her ass. She yelps from the sting and he quickly
shoves his dick inside of her. She screams from his forcefulness and I watch
the tears stream down her faces as she bawls her eyes out.
pumps into her, smacking her ass sporadically, she yelps when contact is made.
I try so hard to ignore it all, to turn away, but for some reason I can’t take
my eyes off of them. I listen as her tears are cut off by cries of pleasure,
her whimpers turn into moans, and she becomes breathless.
eyes flash open and I sit strait up in bed. My heart feels like it’s going to
beat out of my chest, and I’m covered in sweat. I look around and realize that
it’s okay I’m in my apartment. That I was just having another one of my night
terror about my childhood. Which consisted of my drunken mother bringing home
her abusive johns and low life boyfriends. They would beat the shit out of her,
and then fuck her senseless. By the time I turned fifteen, I had witnessed
enough sex to fuck like a porn star. The problem being that I started to get
off on observing these various men bang my mother. I know it’s disturbing, but
I couldn’t control it. Her erotic cries would turn me on and I’d have to
service myself to ease the pressure. After a while, that wasn’t enough. I
needed something more and I have been chasing after it ever since.
and desire you can’t deny.” ~ Tammie Harms
CHARLENE M. MARTIN
currently reside in the same city that I was born and raised in. I love
watching teen drama shows, reading, writing, and listening to music.
mother who has taught me about love and lasting relationships. A father who
pushes me to excel and succeed at anything I desire. My younger sister and I have become very
close over the years and she is very supportive of everything I do.
nine years to my best friend. I love my husband more than anything. He is so
kind, loving and supportive. He likes to joke with his friends that, “My wife
eleven-year-old daughter who is so smart and talented. I can’t believe how fast
they grow up. She is turning into quite
the young lady. She aspires to be so
many things and I encourage them all. She loves to write songs and has even
tried her hand at writing a book. Maybe one day she will follow my example.
small town, I have made some long lasting relationships. I have two best
friends that I have known for most of my life. We have continued to stick
together over the years and we are always there for one another. I couldn’t
imagine my life without them.
but I have a headstrong dog that is the absolute best-behaved dog I have ever
seen and a cat that drive me insane, but I love her nonetheless.
be a neonatal nurse and I continue to work towards that goal. Maybe one day it
will come true. However, writing has become my new favorite love.
dreamed that I would become a writer, but some really great people convinced me
otherwise. Eventually I decided to give
it a try and what do you know? I just finished writing my second book and I
couldn’t be happier. I will continue to write in my spare time with hopes of it
becoming a full time career at some point in my life.
small town girl trying to bring light to your darkness, anything is possible if
you work hard at it. So hold your head high, get out there, and do what you