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My Ex-Wife's Revenge
My Ex-Wife's Revenge
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Allen and Molly are divorced, and they separated over reasons of emotional distance compounded by the long years of marriage. Molly becomes incensed by Allen’s comments to a blogger friend of theirs, who posts his complaints under the name “Dave from Ocean Breeze.” The argument ends with Allen handcuffed to his bed as Molly violates, dominates and humiliates him through a bout of angry sex. When Allen reads her comments about him in their friend’s blog, he barges into her home and returns the favor. What starts off as rough sex leads to emotional honesty and possible reconciliation.
WARNING! This 4500+ word short story contains explicit depictions of rough anal sex between consenting adults. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
EXCERPT:
When I opened my front door, I saw Molly, my ex-wife, standing on my porch and glaring at me while holding a single sheet of paper. She kept her mouth tight lipped, but the corners slightly pointed down – just like always when she was truly pissed about something. Instead of saying something, she just barged into my home. I watched as all five feet and four inches of her stormed by me. She was also wearing a simple black pair of jeans and one of the big fluffy turtle necks she used to always knit herself.
“Oh,” I said, “Do come in.” I sighed. “What have I done now?”
“You know damn well, Dave.”
“Dave?”
“Yeah, Dave – as in, Dave from Ocean Breeze?”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t you fucking give me that what?”
I scratched the back of my head. “Molly, I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re raging about.”
She squinted at me. “I just read Darby’s relationship blog, Allen.”
My stomach twisted. I tried to play it off. “And?”
Molly held up a sheet of paper. It was a print out of our professional blogger friend’s writing. Darby had taken a highlighter to several sentences. “Oh, well let me read you some shit, shall I?” She held the paper out in front of her face. “And I quote: Sometimes, men want more than what they let on. Dave in Ocean Breeze told me once, ‘A lot of things led my marriage to fail. She lost interest in me for a lot of reasons. I did with her, too. She was also boring in bed. She never wanted adventure. Sure, the tender thing with lot of candles around the bed is nice, but that gets old after awhile. It’s like she made her entire sexuality out on being meek.’” She wadded up the paper and threw it at my head. …
WARNING! This 4500+ word short story contains explicit depictions of rough anal sex between consenting adults. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
EXCERPT:
When I opened my front door, I saw Molly, my ex-wife, standing on my porch and glaring at me while holding a single sheet of paper. She kept her mouth tight lipped, but the corners slightly pointed down – just like always when she was truly pissed about something. Instead of saying something, she just barged into my home. I watched as all five feet and four inches of her stormed by me. She was also wearing a simple black pair of jeans and one of the big fluffy turtle necks she used to always knit herself.
“Oh,” I said, “Do come in.” I sighed. “What have I done now?”
“You know damn well, Dave.”
“Dave?”
“Yeah, Dave – as in, Dave from Ocean Breeze?”
“What?”
“Oh, don’t you fucking give me that what?”
I scratched the back of my head. “Molly, I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re raging about.”
She squinted at me. “I just read Darby’s relationship blog, Allen.”
My stomach twisted. I tried to play it off. “And?”
Molly held up a sheet of paper. It was a print out of our professional blogger friend’s writing. Darby had taken a highlighter to several sentences. “Oh, well let me read you some shit, shall I?” She held the paper out in front of her face. “And I quote: Sometimes, men want more than what they let on. Dave in Ocean Breeze told me once, ‘A lot of things led my marriage to fail. She lost interest in me for a lot of reasons. I did with her, too. She was also boring in bed. She never wanted adventure. Sure, the tender thing with lot of candles around the bed is nice, but that gets old after awhile. It’s like she made her entire sexuality out on being meek.’” She wadded up the paper and threw it at my head. …
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