You'll Never Know (1094 hits)
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Submitted by Darko (View user info) at 2005-06-24 05:36:10 EDT
"Don't Answer" my phone spelled out to me when I flipped it up to see who was calling me. It was the special name I had given your number, I hope you don't mind. Just was a friendly reminder of all of the fucked upedness that came with each and every conversation. Like a fool I answered.
It seemed every month I got at least three of these calls from you. You just had to let me know how drunk you were, and how much you wanted me right then. It had been over 2 years since we dated yet this charade kept going on. I knew a lot of it was my fault, I mean you probably don't know any better; at least I had prior warnings from your friends to run while I could.
You told me that you heard I was in town and that you wanted to meet up with me. "Fuck it why not." I replied "Meet me at the bar in an hour, giving me just enough time to get ready." You ended the conversation by telling me how much you missed me and that you still loved me, even though we both knew you had fucked 4 guys within the past week. But hey, that wasn't your fault, you were a complicated girl who needed guys to give you attention in the worst way.
I stopped by Wal-Mart and picked up the shopping I needed to get done: Battlefield 2 for my brother's birthday, a maul for my dad for Father's day, and some condoms for you for later that night. While sex was never stated before hand, we both knew that you'd be with me that night.
I arrived at the bar and saw you flirting with an older man, and was glad to see you hadn't changed. It had been three months since we last saw each other, and that was definitely the longest we had ever gone without sex, let alone seeing each other. You turned your attention towards me and greeted me as if you genuinely cared to see me, which surprised me. I had forgotten how good you were at faking emotions.
After some small talk we started talking about our personal lives. When you asked my dating situation I replied "Yes I now have a girlfriend, No she's not as good in bed as you were." Not surprisingly you took offense to my use of past tense and demanded the opportunity to prove that you were just as good as ever. I paid my bill and started to leave without you when you told me that the least I could do was give you a ride home. Conveniently the friends you came with had left. Grudgingly I agreed, I didn't want you relying on one of those lechers for a ride.
The entire ride home you were either rubbing your fingers through my hair or your hand up my leg. The 15 minute drive seemed like it took 5 hours. When we arrived outside of your apartment you asked me to come in. I tried to protest that we couldn't keep doing this, but was stopped mid-sentence by your tongue being shoved down my throat. Your top was already off before you even opened the door.
We give a quick hello to your roommate as we dashed into your bedroom. I had just enough time to look back and see her rolling her eyes before you slammed your door shut and tore off my shirt. My hands had already found their way inside of you, and were methodically working you to your first of many orgasms to come. As you drew near your body arched and you dug your nails into my back.
You took a total of 7 seconds to recover before you were back at focusing your attention on me. We were not nearly done yet and you had a lot more planned for me. Insatiable as ever, you planned to keep me on the brink until you used me in every way you see fit. This was the one aspect of sex with you that I always hated, how you need to be in control and won't let me enjoy myself till you are satisfied. Then again a wise man once said "sex doesn't sell, sexual frustration sells."
2 hours passed before you were finally fulfilled and you allow me release. Actually it was somewhat short for a normal session with you so I wasn't going to complain. Then came the unpleasant part, where you made me fall asleep with you. It used to be my favorite thing to do when we were together, to look at you while you slept and imagine what the future held for us. But then when I looked at you I was much more realistic, I saw a whore and felt unclean. I saw you smiling at every cock that had come your way, and I saw how you never passed up a good time.
It pained me to see how far you had fallen in my eyes. It took all of my willpower to keep from vomiting on you out of disgust. Once I was thoroughly assured that you were asleep I pulled your body off of mine and rolled over.
While I was trying to sleep a thought came to mind. A dark, deep, evil, wonderful beautiful, happy thought. All I had to do was sneak out to my car, grab the maul, and sneak back into your room. I could use it to split your neck right off in one clean stroke. That would make it so you aren't a dirty whore anymore! Then you could go back to being my beautiful angel who I smiled at the mere thought of. I mean naturally I would have had to kill your roommate too, but I really didn't think that'd be a problem. After all she was only 5'4 and 110 pounds, and I would have had a mother fucking maul. After I killed her I could chop up both of your bodies together, and make the most beautiful art on the floor and walls of your splattered blood. This was it, my chance to finally break free of this trap we had laid for each other. The chance for both of us to be free.
As I looked over at you I was startled to see you looking back at me. Were you reading my thoughts, did my expression give away my plan? Then I remembered how you sleep with your eyes partially open. When I heard a loud snore from you I was reassured. I slowly crawled out of bed, and made my way to the door. I couldn't believe I was really doing this. I opened the door and left it open a crack so that I wouldn't make a lot of noise when I came back in.
I walked past the kitchen and was startled to see your roommate eating from a Hagen-Daz carton. This ruined my plan, and I doubted I could succeed now. I quickly decided to bail and I told her I came for a glass of water. I grabbed a glass and headed back dejected. Once back in your room I gulped it down quick before I crawled back in bed. Then I fell asleep as I cursed myself for blowing my chance and dreamt of what could have been.
I woke up to you staring at me. This time you were actually awake, waiting for me so that you could have a little morning energy boost. Not that day though, I was sober and sane right then, a combination I rarely had when I was around you. I needed to get out of there while I could. I put on my shoes, walked towards the door, and told your roommate goodbye.
You followed me from behind having decided that you would walk me to my car. I gave you a hug goodbye that lacked of any feeling. You told me that you hoped it wouldn't take 3 more months till you get to see me again. I got in my car and drove east as I muttered to myself that you would never know how close you came to dying.
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Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2005-06-28 13:02:26 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-06-27 15:03:39 EDT (#)
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I think the best thing about this post is now my ex thinks I'm gonna kill her.
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2005-06-26 05:59:12 EDT (#)
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This was good, but how can I rate this +2 - have I seen you???
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-06-26 05:20:27 EDT (#)
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I liked this.
-Dave
Submitted by ess-arr (user info) at 2005-06-26 04:59:39 EDT (#)
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thnx for the support ill read when sober........
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-06-24 17:33:52 EDT (#)
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400 hits on this? I'm quite surprised.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-06-24 16:55:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Ejryuu (user info) at 2005-06-24 16:24:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by AshyLarry (user info) at 2005-06-24 16:11:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2005-06-24 16:08:29 EDT (#)
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Word up, home dawg.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-06-24 15:58:30 EDT (#)
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I wasn't going to +2 this, but you got your game on in the second half.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-24 10:46:20 EDT (#)
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Jack is ignorant and the other guy is just a n00b.
This is pretty good blirko.
Writing in the 2nd person can be tricky, but you did all right.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-24 10:25:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by girlintheworld (user info) at 2005-06-24 09:45:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-06-24 09:40:40 EDT (#)
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Them sluts will turn a sane man crazy.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2005-06-24 08:37:02 EDT (#)
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You can't kill sluts.
All the jocks would come after decent women.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-24 08:14:37 EDT (#)
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I fell asleep at my desk right as you posted this.
I woke up with a feeling of loss and numbness in my legs.
I imagine thats how you feel in your heart.
<darkness>
*cries EMO tears*
Submitted by fried-green-potatoes (user info) at 2005-06-24 07:17:30 EDT (#)
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That "rage to kill" part gave me trouble; but you don't let yourself off the hook, and that adds a nice layer to this.
Submitted by jack0173 (user info) at 2005-06-24 07:06:23 EDT (#)
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Not all that interesting, some poor grammar.
Not too bad though.
Submitted by Nobb (user info) at 2005-06-24 06:10:49 EDT (#)
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*ejaculatesors* *onyourfacezors*
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2005-06-24 05:50:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-06-24 05:44:33 EDT (#)
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Like a Darth Maul?
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-06-24 05:41:30 EDT (#)
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Damn.
Should'a called this buddy of mine; he's a whiz with those things. Does stuff with 'em only an artist could do.
Shit, what was his name again?
Oh, right.
Conan.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-06-24 05:36:50 EDT (#)
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For those of you who don't know what a maul is http://www2.northerntool.com/product-1/13415.htm