My recent exploits

"Oh God!" she screamed as I rammed it deeper, still on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, and a giant dildo rammed up her ass. I enjoyed seeing her squirm with every turn of my wrist, I could feel her pulse quicken with my other hand around her throat. This poor woman takes a lot of punishment from me, but it's her own fault, she shouldn't have agreed to be my toy.

It's strange, I wouldn't have imagined to ever find myself in a situation with a tied up naked girl in front of me, or even only with another girl, regardless if her hands are free to move or not. A year ago I couldn't have imagined myself doing anything apart from some boring sex with my boyfriend, and even that only after a long time it took him to convince me to get into bed with him before marriage. Since then I found myself doing much more, thank god he decided my parents' money wasn't a reason enough for him not to sleep with other women behind my back, and that I found out about it. I'm even not sad about the fact that I found out he was cheating on me only because he fell in the shower of that bitch and snapped his neck, and that the paramedic was enough of the bumbling idiot to describe everything in detail. Sure, I wept for some time, how could he cheat on me, oh how sad that he died. But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also fucked harder and better than he could ever fuck anyone, including me.

The problem for me was that the girl in whose shower he died was my boss, and because of our mutual grief, my hatred towards her and her guilt, it was decided that I should leave my place of work. It wasn't a decision made by both of us, but sadly my vote was kinda forfeit after I threw a chair at her face breaking her nose, so I had to give up my position in exchange of her not filling a complaint.

Next, since I wasn't that gracious in his funeral and may have stated to his family how loyal and caring he was, I was asked to leave our apartment, because it was his parents' apartment, of course it would be so, because my luck is rather shitty. So I had to move out, luckily for me, they gave me a week, thanks Martha, hope you share your son's fate. But, if you think my misfortune ended there, you may want to hear what happens next.

I'm not sure about his name, but I know he drove a red car, I know he wasn't such a bad guy, but sadly liked to receive and send texts whilst driving. So it's redundant to say he swirled his car towards the moving truck, plunging it off the bridge and into the river. The moving guys got out and everything was fine, apart from all my stuff being on the bottom of the river. One silver lining though, the guy offered to pay and helped with most of the insurance. He offered to help more, but fuck him, I don't even remember his name now.

My luck changed as soon as I saw her, as soon as I gazed at that angel, though she was more of a demon as I later found out, but by appearance I could've sworn she was cast down from heaven to make my life better.