("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Raw Edge by The Relic (ktrelic@yahoo.com) *** Based on a true story; the awakening moment of a man who has been dominated his entire life by a woman. He finally takes control in a big way, to her surprise and his pleasure. (MF, dom, nc, rp) *** The raw and open wound of my life had just scabbed over a bit. I'd held my guts in while my entrails wanted to spill out my body and trail behind me for a long time, until they finally started staying in themselves. My woman had disemboweled me pretty well and taken me to the proverbial cleaners all at the same time. A broken heart goes well with a broken man don't you know. But I defied it. My woman was fucking someone else, leaving me, and taking all my money. My business was falling into ruin around me due to my inattentiveness and the general incompetence of my business partner. My friends drifting away slowly but inevitably; their own lives taking up much increased importance as I deteriorated. After all, it's no fun to watch someone piss themselves and sit in it, which was effectively what was happening to me. I still said fuck it. I wasn't going to just lay down and die! Kick me, and I bleed; but you'd better run afterwards. Then She breezed into my life once more, like a breath of fresh air redolent with spring fresh scents, but when you inhale deeply you realize that it's just that cheap Glade you spray to cover up the shit you just took; but I get ahead of myself. I'd met her nearly twenty years before, as a very young man who was taken in by her old money style, distracting charm and not inconsequential physical attributes. I hadn't seen her in years, but there she was one day on my doorstep. Amazing how the years seem to melt away in an instant, like all that time you'd spent apart had just been practice for the next time you saw one another. "So I hear you're single again." She said in way of greeting. She smiled not so coyly and brushed past me into my apartment uninvited, knowing she wouldn't need one. I'd always welcomed her, even though she had been poison to my psyche. It was something I always needed but secretly dreaded, sort of like getting a really big enema for your soul. You feel all stopped up inside and the cure is unpleasant but boy does it feel great when its over. She went to my kitchen and poured us a couple of drinks. I watched her, amused at my own past willingness to participate in her particular brand of madness. She picked her drink up and swigged a good part of it, then lit a cigarette, looking at me over the flames. Smoke curled up lazily to the ceiling past her half-expectant face and arrogant eyes. I picked up the drink she'd made for me and smiled back at her. "So, news travels fast in the land of the damned." I'd only moved out of my house two days before leaving it and everything else to my soon to be ex- wife. I continued looking at her face; A nice face to look at. Her dark brown eyes were wide in her attractive face and I had always appreciated what I was looking at. She'd aged, but in that graceful beautiful way that some women have the ability to do. My physical attraction to her had always been one of my downfalls. "I heard it through the grapevine." Oh how I knew that grapevine so very, very well. It was responsible for a lot of hard facts that had come my way lately. I grimaced. I was finding her a bit hard to take after all. I put the drink down. "What do you want Sandra? I haven't seen you in a very long time." I came right to the point. I had changed since I had last seen her, more than she knew. "You," she said just as plainly. I was impressed. Her bluntness was new. I wasn't used to it but it allowed me to segue to what I was going to do next. "Is that right? Are you sure?" I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to mine, closely to look in her eyes. I grabbed her drink and cigarette with my other hand and dropped them to the floor, the liquid and ice spilling out onto the linoleum floor like vital fluids from a hit and run victim. I could see fright in her eyes, the first time I had ever seen that from this woman who had always been in the drivers seat in our on-again off- again relationship. "What are you doing?" She said lamely. I could smell the tobacco and vodka on her breath, her face was close. "What I should have done years ago." I said simply and then kissed her roughly. Shoving her ahead of me I pushed her into the front room and over my couch. I held her down as I lifted her skirt, an elegant number that spoke volumes of what kind of woman she was and the money she came from. I had always appreciated that about her, she sure knew how to dress. Not that it mattered for my purposes today. "What the fuck are you doing?" Real anger was in her voice now as she realized events had transcended far beyond her expectations. I ignored her as I put my hand gently to her delicate off-white silk panties and appreciated the smooth feel of them in my hand as I ripped them off of her roughly. They ripped easily and it probably hurt her a little bit. She was half in shock and indignant at this time. It was one thing when she was riding the horse, but now the horse appeared to be trying to ride her. "This isn't funny. I didn't come over here to have sex with you. I thought you might want a friend to..." her tirade died off as she realized I wasn't paying attention. I had freed my hard cock and was holding her hair tightly. I put it up to her intending to take her forcefully, right then, right there. She began to struggle in earnest. I jerked her hair up and looked into her face, my eyes no nonsense. I had changed much more than she had ever counted on. My philosophy had changed, my mind had changed, and my ass was indeed following. "I intend to fuck you like the little slut bitch you are. You're going to take it and I'm going to enjoy it." I grinned a little, feeling the unfamiliar beginnings of true happiness. I probably looked a little maniacal at the point. I know her face blanched as she saw the look in my eye, and the fright I saw made the act I was going to commit even more sweet and savory. I entered her without further ado. She was wet; soaking wet. I knew then that I had been right about her. She was a whore down deep inside, one that needed a daddy to correct her wicked ways. I plunged into her joyfully, my cock ramming into her harder than I'm sure she'd ever been fucked. Her lovely brown hair in my hands made a fantastic handle as I rammed her so hard the couch was rocking back and forth. She was grunting now, all thoughts of rage gone in the shock of my entry and my brutal assault on her body. Her pussy was so wet I had no troubles pounding it with swift, sharp strokes. At some point I know she came hard, with involuntary little shrieks leaking out of her mouth. I fucked her this way for a good ten minutes or so before I came with tremendous force, the powerful feeling sweeping over me with incredible, swift joy. When I was done I felt purged, like a heavy weight had been lifted from my back. I sighed with content and then let her hair go and backed off, zipping up my still wet cock. She lay where I left her, draped over the couch, her skirt falling halfway but not quite over her bare ass. Tears streamed down her face silently as she pulled her skirt down. "How could you do that?" She said tearfully. I looked at her tear-streaked face and had the bad grace to laugh a little. "I didn't ask you to come over here, slut. Now shut up and clean up your drink. It spilled." She looked at me in total shock. I had never treated her or spoken to her this way before. She looked a little dazed then stepped into the kitchen and mopped up the spilled drink. After she was done she left silently. I watched her with intended casualness, looking at her, waiting for a reaction. There was none. Three days later, I heard the phone ring as I was sitting down to watch television. I answered it after three or four rings. It was her. She had a pleading sound in her voice that I had never heard before, and I knew then that the world had indeed turned. "Can I please come over?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 37