Red Confession: Surrendering to Jalil’s Raw Possession Again

Days after the irreparable with Jalil, shame clawed at me. Guilt twisted my gut. But his words echoed: ‘We’ll do it again anytime, beauty. I’ll make you love it.’ That next night, I pounced on my husband. Rode him hard. Came in minutes, gasping. ‘What’s gotten into you?’ he asked. ‘Just needed you. I love you.’ But sleep brought Jalil’s face.

His number burned in my purse. Threw it out? No. Hid it again. Fourth day, Wednesday. Husband gone to Germany till Sunday. Alone. 6 PM. Fingers trembled. Text: ‘How are you?’ Instant reply: ‘Good. You free? Come over, sending address.’ Shivers hit. Hands shook. Demon woke. ‘Yes.’ Dressed quick. Drove ten kilometers. His building. Stomach knotted. Buzzer. Door opens.

The Burning Pull Back to Sin

Eyes down. He sees my nerves. Steps behind. Hands on waist. Hips. Heart races. No words. ‘You’re tense. How are you?’ Silence. He embraces. Lips on neck. Heat floods. Floor drops. Buttons pop. Bra snaps off. Fingers on breasts. Nipples harden. Bite lip. Breath short. Deep. He rolls them. Shocks rip through. Chest swells. ‘Stop,’ I gasp, no conviction. ‘You’re so excited. I want you.’ Mouth crashes on his. Tongues fight. His cock hard through shorts. Hands urgent. Skirt up. Thighs part. Soaked. Finger slides in. Short drops. Cock in my hand. Massive. Hot. Legs buckle. Stroke firm.

‘Two hands. Slow, beauty. Caress me.’ Obey. Feel power. Heat. ‘Turn around. I’ll take you on the table.’ No words. Plaqued down. Rough. Hips arch. ‘Stop,’ whimper weak. ‘You’ll love it.’ Cock slides between cheeks. Panties to knees. ‘Tell me you want me to fuck you now.’ ‘Take me.’ Beg again. Teases. Then slow. Deep. Fills me. Freezes. Arms tight. Heat explodes low. Spasms hit. Rale rips out. Orgasm crashes. Mind blanks.

Devoured in Ecstasy and Ashes

‘You’re so good.’ Slow thrusts. Deep. Hands roam. Power surges. Eyes shut. Indecent thrill. He speeds. Gasps. Moans. Push back. Bestial. Fucks faster. Grips ass. ‘Keep moving like that.’ Slows. Finger circles anus. First time. Shocks up spine. Basin arches. Pleasure fights fear. Lube cold. ‘No, please.’ ‘Just caresses. Relax.’ Circles. Waves build. ‘Slow.’ Moans escape. ‘Continue, so good.’ Obscene pleas. Intense. Unending. ‘You love it?’ ‘Yes, slow.’ Thrusts resume. Deep. Possessed. Insolent begs.

Exhausted. Slumped on table. Empty. He lifts. Kisses deep. Hands soft. Cock still hard. ‘Bedroom?’ Shock lingers. Leads me. Clothes off. His short gone. Sits bed edge. Cock straight. Huge. Hypnotic. Lies back. ‘Come on me. Show what you do.’ Straddle. Sink down. Grip tight. Ride wild. Sweat drips. Hearts pound. Climax builds. He groans. Fills me hot. Collapse. Skin burns. Unique. Irreversible.