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Chapter 8 by Funtimes Funtimes

What's next?

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On any other day of my life, I would never have even given the sightless idea of this the time of day. But today, my rage clouded my judgment. I am mad at Chris for having not only one but TWO Affairs. I’m pissed at Chris for having a child with one of those women; I am furious at Chris for having sex with another woman while I was in labor with our child. And at this very moment, I hate him for making me even consider this stupid idea of self-mutilation. I wanted to make him suffer forever, and somewhere in my failed logic, agreeing to this plan made sense. “How soon can we start?”

The man’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “oh ... ah, one second. He works here in his spare time, and I think he just got done with his client. He can set up everything in thirty minutes.”

“The sooner, the better,” I respond. He cracks a smile before exiting the room. I really wish it was right away because the longer I sit in silence, the more I regret the idea of getting this man’s name tattooed on my body, but it is too late to turn back now. The silence allowed me to watch the time, which I did like a hawk. I marked and counted every second as it passed. Soon 1918 seconds later, the door opened, and the man walked back in sporting the same stupid, wicked grin. “All set, so if you would get undressed, we can begin.”

At this point, I knew if I hesitated one bit, I would run, so I quickly discarded ALL my clothes so that I was standing in front of the man nude as the day I was born with every inch of me on display for him. I could feel his pervy eyes scanning my body, and I had enough of it when they paused at my landing strip. “So, let’s get going,” I pronounced as I walked towards the door he came in.

“As you wish, just take the door on the left.” I knew he was letting me lead so he could stare at my naked ass as I walked past him, and I figured, why not give him a show? He was going to have sex with me anyway, after all. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked. So I swayed it back and forth. As I swung my ass, I pushed my hips back slightly to give him a view of my pussy; however, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt his finger run down my pussy’s lips and over my asshole.

What to do about the unwelcome touch

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