Sex Object

Nadia took a deep breath. She stood up, and went to the closet.

“Nadia, where are you going?” Greg asked. Terror in his eyes.

“I need to think… Get some fresh air…” she put on some warm clothes and stepped out of the apartment. She put her hoodie up. Trainers on.

She started to run. It was 11 pm. A bit late to run at night. But she was angry and needed an outlet. She had been running on the treadmill because of work and built a good stamina. She lost a bit of tummy fat too, looking fit and trim.

Cars passing her. A few honking. A cat call. Was that all she was? A sex object? She had thought Greg loved her for her mind. For her soul. But he was the same as all men. Mark and Simon included. They all wanted to get in her pants.

She passed a strip of shops. H&M. Then entertainment. A movie theatre. Bowling. McDonald’s. Then turned a corner into an area with neon lights. A billboard of a beautiful girl on a pole. She hated that girl. Her lustful smile.

She ran across the road. Headlights! A car! Eyes wide open. It stopped just before hitting her. Heart racing. She felt everything go black…

Greg was at home. He ordered some fast food. Eating pathetically. He went through the wrapper in the bin when he noticed something odd. A piece of clothing had missed the bin liner and was caught in between. It was unsoiled.

It was a pair of tights. It smelt good. Nadia’s scent. A hole ripped in it where the crotch was. But it was mixed in with another strange scent. A sports body spray.

His heart, pounding. Cock hard as a rock. Did she… Did she cheat on me?