Author: Midnightintimacy

Power, Desire, and the Office

 When I graduated High School, I decided to find a job. 

 I knew I’d be going to College in the Fall( on a full 

 education) and I didn’t want to be solely dependent 

 on my folks financially. 

 Fortunately, a new supermarket was about to open, and I 

 made it for the Job Fair. I was good with Math and 

 fast( though effective) on the computer keyboard, so I 

 got hired as a cashier. They set up I worked well with 

 other and my co-workers admired me so I was made an 

 Assistant Head Cashier after six months. A time latterly 

 I was made the Head Cashier over all the A.H. 

 Cashiers. 

 When I graduated College, it looked like I’d be at the 

 supermarket at least many further times so they made me 

 full time. 

 I saw a lot of changes there over time. The 

 possessors are Italian and when Asians came and took over 

 crucial directorial positions during my Inferior time I had 

 allowed

 they were bought out by an Asian company. But 

 I was told, no that wasn’t the case. 

 also during my elderly time, we had a large affluence of 

 Indians come in. I didn’t suppose anything of it – away 

 from the fact that I find Indian women veritably sexy, 

 especially short bones

 – until I eavesdropped on the possessors 

 talking during one of their rare visits( the possessors 

 are from out of state) 

 It seems they were looking to save plutocrats and the 

 Asians and Indians worked hard for lower plutocrats and the 

 Indians were much more polite than utmost workers( I 

 did notice this to be true). 

 I was miffed to hear the possessors talk that way, I 

 sounded prejudiced to me but what could I do? They wouldn’t 

 care about what a lowly Head Cashier allowed

 . And they 

 might decide to save indeed further plutocrats by replacing me. 

 It was selfish, I know, but I couldn’t go to lose 

 the job. 

 I liked having Asians as my administrators, though my 

 incontinently administrator was Hispanic. She was the Front 

 End Manager right from the opening of the store. But 

 when the Asians came in she was banged down slightly. 

 She was anticipated to do the same work but Vivian was 

 given her position, so she was now above her. 

 Vivian like the other Asian administrators was quiet and 

 let us do our jobs. They infrequently said important but they 

 were doing good jobs. Vivian, however, I no way saw her 

 doing any Front End director liabilities. I’d see 

 her doing stuff but the utmost of the time she’d hang 

 out in the cash office or hang out and watch the 

 cashiers. And she didn’t feel known as important as we 

 did, especially about the position of particulars in the 

 store. But again, what could I do? And the possessors HAD 

 to know what she was and wasn’t doing. 

 Not that I had any issues with Vivian. As I said she 

 noway obtruded with my work and she was cute enough. 

 I was told she was over forty but looked youngish, she 

 was short with veritably short hair and a decent body, 

 though I didn’t really check her out. I loved short 

 women and I loved aged women, but wasn’t really 

 turned on by Asian women. 

 Not that any of that signified. I didn’t date co- 

 workers. You know how it can be, with sexual 

 importunity and all, why take the chance? There are 

 lots of other places to look for girls anyhow. 

 So one day a client asked the proprietor when he was in 

 the store for an item out of reach above the shelves. 

 He didn’t know where the stepladder was and since I’m 

 the altitudinous in the store( and one of the first he 

 noticed) he asked me to help her. I did flashback 

 where we kept the stepladder from my first many months 

 on the job, so I recaptured it and brought it down to 

 the last aisle where the item was. 

 I slid it into place and began to climb it. As I 

 reached for the item, someone seized my butt through 

 my black jeans and gave them a long grope. 

 My first study was it was the client. I spun 

 around and there was Vivian at the bottom of the graduation 

 with her hand still on my butt smiling up at me. I was 

 surprised to say the least. 

 And of course, I was veritably turned on. 

 Nothing was said that day, but the coming when we were 

 alone she told me “ You have a veritably nice butt. ” 

 I began to look at her in a different light after 

 that. I saw in her the effects I liked – her briefness 

 and age – and noticed other effects as well. Like she 

 had a nice butt herself. She looked like she might 

 have a decent brace of tits, too. It was hard to tell 

 under her loose- befitting covers( she and the other 

 administrators didn’t follow the dress law we did). She 

 also had beautiful eyes. 

 I was wondering how I should play this. I did n’t want 

 to do anything at work myself because it could come 

 back to suck

 me. But if Vivian made another move I 

 wasn’t going to turn her down, you know how passed 

 women can be. 

 We were both working the ending shift one night. 

 After work, I noticed Vivian out in the parking lot 

 trying to start her auto. I asked her if she demanded 

 help. 

 “ My stupid auto won’t start! ” She said. She didn’t 

 sound worried. She and the other administrators hid their 

 feelings well. 

 I was surprised Vivian didn’t have a cell phone. I 

 go here mine to call her bus club but she said the 

 phone number was on her refrigerator at home. 

 “ Stupid, I should have the number with me, ” She shook 

 her head. 

 “ Do you want to call someone? Your hubby? ” 

 Vivian shook her head. “ We’re separated. I would n’t 

 indeed know how to reach him. ” 

 “ Would you like a lift home also? ” I asked. 

 Vivian smiled. “ You would do that for me? ” 

 “ Sure, ” I said. “ Lock up your auto and come on. ” 

 She did and followed me to my own auto, which 

 fortunately DID launch or I’d have felt really silly. 

 Vivian lived out of city but I didn’t mind the drive, 

 I was out hereafter also. 

 “ Do you want me to come in with you while you call for 

 a hitch? ” I asked when we reached her house. 

 “ Would you? I would veritably much appreciate it. ” 

 I got out of the auto and followed Vivian into her 

 house. It was large and felt empty. 

 Once in the kitchen, Vivian got the phone number off 

 the refrigerator attraction and called. 

 She arranged to have it taken to her service shop that 

 she would call in the morning. 

 Once Vivian was off the phone she turned back to me. 

 “ Thank you. Would you like some coffee or tea perhaps? ” 

 I could tell by the look on her face she wasn’t in a 

 hurry to see me go. I guess she must be enough lonely 

 then each by herself. 

 I wasn’t in any hurry myself as I’d said, but I wasn’t 

 interested in anything to drink. 

 I pulled her into my arms & kissed her. Vivian didn’t 

 act shocked or surprised at all. She kissed me back 

 eagerly. 

 “ Oh, I’m so glad I seized your burro at work that 

 time! ” She soughed as she tore off her clothes. “ I 

 noway did anything like that before & I didn’t suppose 

 you would report me if you didn’t like it. ” 

 When Vivian whipped off her bra I realized it was a 

 minimizer. Her D- cuppers tumbled out but bounced back 

 over forcefully. Her black areolae were huge & round- shaped. 

 Her nipples were stiff & veritably thick. 

 When she slid down her panties I saw Vivian’s thick 

 black backcountry & gave my incline many wantons pulls. 

 I lifted her bitsy body up onto the counter and lifted 

 her legs up. Her cat glistered wetly through her 

 pubes. I jammed my hard incline up into Vivian and she 

 soughed. I seized her hips and rammed into her over 

 and over. She came hot and frequently. I came hot, too, 

 since I hadn’t fucked in a while. 

 I held her and we kissed for a while until she gently 

 pushed me down and slid off the counter. I let her 

 lead me. I guessed we were heading to her bedroom but 

 had to go through the living room. 

 When my still hard incline brushed against Vivian she 

 made a noise and turned back around. She pulled me 

 down on the settee on top of her, pulling my incline back 

 into her tight, hot cat. 

 I fucked Vivian harder this time and she came more 

 intensively. We fucked for half an hour before she 

 asked me to let her up. She led me to her bedroom with 

 further urgency this time. 

 Once there she turned back to me. “ My hubby, he was 

 not the kind of man I could ask this of. Would you 

 mind putting your incline up my burro, please? ” 

 “ You go! ” I beamed. 

 Vivian smiled back. “ Thank you. ” 

 She opened the hole in the nightstand and removed a 

 tube of Vaseline. Vivian turned and bent over. She 

 fingered the fruity mess into her anus, breathing 

 heavy. 

 Eventually, she said, “ Come closer. ” 

 I did and Vivian seized my incline and carpeted it with 

 the jelly. She also pulled me up to her butt hole, 

 pressing the head against her opening. Vivian let go 

 of my throbbing incline and held her butt cheeks piecemeal. I 

 guided my incline into her. We both soughed loudly. 

 I seized her hips formerly I was completely in her and began 

 to rocket in and out of her anal waterfall. 

 “ Oh! Oh, yeah! It’s better than I pictured! ” Vivian 

 gushed. 

 She came hot as I pummeled her tight rectum. Vivian 

 squalled loudly as she orgasmed hard. 

 I reached under her and cupped her huge tits and 

 sculptured them gently as I fucked her butt roughly. 

 Vivian loved it. 

 I lasted nearly an hour up her butt before I mumbled 

 and pumped my seed into the deep recesses of her anus. 

 Vivian blubbed

 as she drooped over the bed exhausted. 

 After many twinkles, she asked “ Would you like to take 

 a shower? ” 

 “ Sure, ” I replied as I slid my messy incline out of her 

 back door. Vivian groaned. 

 She had a restroom attached to her bedroom. At the 

 the door I stopped and turned back. “ Do you want me to 

 stay? ” I asked. 

 She rolled onto her back. “ Would you? ” 

 I jounced. “ In that case, ” I began, “ You should join me 

 in the shower. 

 Vivian smiled from observance- to observance as she pulled herself up 

 and came towards me 

The dark hallway screams of echoes. The sounds of my red stilettos tapping against the floor. I stop to listen beyond the clicking of my heels. Pulling a long black strand of hair behind my ear, I place my other hand on my hip. I love to fuck with him! I know he can hear me and I know he feels me near. He sent for me hours ago, but the bitch in me loves to make him wait. I smirk as I hear the door click.

He stands firm against the wall, his bulging arms crossed, and a smirk raises one cheek. He plays dirty, and I just can’t stand him. “Are you going to stand there all fucking day?” I smirk back, slowly pointing my heel forward, as if I got all the time in the world. Just watching him lift an eyebrow gives me the satisfaction of doing whatever I want. As if the few steps weren’t far enough, I reluctantly agreed to reach him.

Toe to toe and eye to chest, we face each other. He cups my cheek and lifts my face. Our eyes meet. Red blood to my shitty-ass mood brown. He runs his hand slowly down my arm, gripping my wrist, as he brings it behind my lower back. I absolutely hate this asshole, and he knows it. I don’t flinch. I don’t give in to the need for dominance. He flings me around and catches me back as if we’ve danced this song many times. With my back firmly against his front, I can feel what settles against my back, and I bite my lip. He doesn’t see me or get a reaction, but I’m sure he knows. I feel my black hair pulled aside as he brings my silky strands to his nose and breathes in my scent. He yanks it back hard, and his lips slowly run down my ear; a little nip at my earlobe mixed with his breath gives my skin goosebumps.

“Lay down”, he hisses and pushes me forward. I almost trip on my heel, but catch myself from falling. I reach the black couch, a section right off from the bed. Big enough to fit three people, but only sits one being. He doesn’t share shit! I make myself at home, firmly placing my ass on the black cushion of the seat. Wiggling my hips as if I’d now embedded my ass prints in something to remember me by. He shakes his head.

“You never follow my instructions correctly, Sun.”

“Sunshine. Tirich” I correct him firmly. He’s not my friend or my man to give me little pet nicknames. He stands proudly, eyeing me appreciatively, as he slowly stalks forward with the pure power of finesse. He just radiates masculine energy. I concentrate on his eyes, reminding him of my disobedience. He leans forward. His large shoulders push across our barrier as he holds onto the back frame of the couch. I’m pressed as far as I can, my neck so far back it could snap off. He stares into my eyes and then glances at my red lips. He doesn’t say anything, but the fire burning through his nose gives me the desire to push for more. It burns my cheek as he slowly sniffs across my skin. Reaching the spot between my shoulder blade, weakening my core.

I feel his teeth extending against my pulse. A simple bite leaves me crying out. Many have been placed around my most sensitive spots and hidden as the shame of ever meeting him. He tenderly licks up the evidence, something he does in spite. He seeks others for true blood. We are placed together for a purpose–mated but truly hate each other.

“Sunshine”, he whispers against my wound. I push him back, but it doesn’t do anything against a 6’7″ Vampire King. He grabs me under my knees, yanking me to the edge of the couch. I’m completely under him, open like his next meal. He smirks, seeing me so bound. I can’t move, and he knows it.

He releases my knees as he slowly glides his hand up my thighs, raising my hem. Everything I own is to his liking. He prefers me in red all the time. Me being a thick girl, he loves tight outfits to accentuate my womanly curves. I stand out against the vampire community of steel and top-modeled beauty. I’m a human trapped in a world of pure sexual perfection. I still hold myself to the human beauty community, thick or plus-sized, depending on who’s ratings and charts. I’ve never had problems with who I am. My self-esteem is worthy of sex, but they all reek of pure sensuality.

“You done” I demand. “In a minute”, he replies cooly. I can tell I affect him just as much as he does me. Tirich sinks between my knees. My legs are spread out and inviting. I want to close them, knowing it will definitely piss him off, but he’s blocking me with his v-cut hips. He looks down and lifts his favorite eyebrow.

“No panties” and I roll my eyes. “You rip them every fucking time!” I snap back. He laughs. More like a deep grumble, since his dead heart is too bitter for emotion. He yanks and lifts one knee back, placing it against my breast. I’m completely exposed, but I don’t fight him–no use after battling these circumstances many times before.

If he would release me, I would click my red heels back home. A place I barely remember after being kidnapped many moons ago. Time isn’t affected here. He watches me from my eyes to the spot he knowingly controls. I’m a fucking human, mated to a powerful being, a Vampire King. Some kind of sick joke, but I guess my pheromones paired up with this motherfucker!

He leans down, his red eyes twitching with amber before he looks down. He studies my most sensitive spot. Freshly shaved. My lips peaked and swollen with need. He sinks lower, centered just above a whisper of his mouth. Tirich looks up, and the swirl of yellow fire in his irises always catches me off guard. I’m ready for the burn. His heat always seduces me, and the fire that burns from his insides always reaches out.

His mouth is like a furnace when he’s on me. Tirich never holds back. Being his mate, he couldn’t truly harm me, but we’ve come close to testing that theory. He takes a long sniff. Something he does, not because it turns him on, but to check if anyone or anything has been in me. Hence, the theory of testing his control. I haven’t used a toy since. I can feel his nails elongating, the tips barely piercing my skin. His weight against me feels broader.

Just as I know, his tongue has enlarged. It’s a shift he does when he’s trying to hold himself back. The first time it happened, I freaked! Not that I didn’t make good use of it, but I absolutely would give it all up. Tirich knows it! He loves to test my limits. Bring me up to slam me back down. We hardly speak. No words can change us.

“Open yourself, Sunshine” he demands. He likes my body open and ready. As if my clit isn’t begging to be free. I let my hands slowly run their course. Lifting my heavy breast and pinching my own nipples. A growl rises through the air, and I smirk. He hates me to take pleasure from anything but him. Tirich is a greedy bastard! Slowly, I continue following down the path, spreading my fingers past my stomach, dipping between my thighs. Gently rubbing along my moist lips as I lift up, spreading myself whole.

His deep growl vibrates the room. I know everyone can hear him in the kingdom, and he doesn’t give a fuck! Try interrupting him! The air around us steams up in smoke. Part of our energy and the combustion burning inside him. He lifts his head high, releasing the loudest fucking hiss as a large fireball of energy sizzles into the air. The static pulls me to arch my body. If we were in human territory, our fire detectors would fly off.

Tirich pushes my hands away, leaving his hot moist mouth, sucking at my clit. I gasp, almost jumping out of my skin. My body flexed up, giving him more. He doesn’t take my needs as his purpose but to feed off our bond. Our hate has broken our trust, but the bind that holds, he always sinks into it. He’s deepening his power just like his lips. I grip the edges of the cushion, watching his head trigger back and forth. Taking all my control and seeking more of my juices. I feel his tongue sliding down, almost considered a gift. Long as a slithering snake and thicker, it expands as it folds, finding my hole, and slowly sinks inside. Still, his lips suck at my clit. If I could truly explain how he does this shit, I would never leave. Ridges of flickers hit between my walls as he penetrates me inside, hitting my G-spot and tweaking it so furiously I’m practically hemorrhaging inside!

I’m shaking uncontrollably. Squeaking bitter breaths of moans. My thighs can’t even be controlled–they’re shaking so badly. He grabs my other knee, bringing it up like the other. As if Tirich can’t go any deeper! More and more, he’s taking from me. Fucking me with his tongue as my clit is sucked off. Suctioned beyond my control.

Sometimes I dread my time with him; trying to keep up with these overwhelming emotions destroys me. One orgasm is like an assault on my senses. These roll on to over five, six fucking eruptions! Uncontrollable orgasmic explosions! I’m fighting myself from biting my own tongue off, practically seizing off the couch under me. He grips my hips up, pinning me down under him. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m afraid one day they might actually stay there!

Tirich knows I’m human and doesn’t give a shit most of the time–Just let a girl live! His fired eyes watch me. Aftershocks after aftershocks soak my body. I’m drenched. He lives to see me like this! Completely undone. I’m not embarrassed anymore. I feel his tongue releasing my insides. Sliding back out of my hole and licking around the rim. He shifts down, meeting back at my core to claim every last drop.

“Mine.” He growls, nipping at my opening and marking me. Sipping at my insides. You would think he would be done, but it’s just another step, a beginning to take more from me. A bite to my thigh, a memento, and he drinks from the source.

Tirich stands up, sucking at his bottom lip. His blond white hair shields his perfectly framed face. Built like a fucking Adonis, chiseled, with muscles covered in tattoos of marks and symbols. Between all the deep ink, you could see some pale skin.

He was so beautiful the first time I met him. How flattered I was to be attracted to this museum art piece. A statue made out of marble. Cold marble.

Vampires have abilities and the power of seduction. As King, he blinded me beyond words. Manipulated my emotions, and I believed in him. By night, I was taken away from everything and everyone I loved. Tirich enjoys fucking mocking me. He eyes me as his conquest. He smirks as he grabs me behind my thighs, lifting me up high above as we connect face to face. I’m practically sitting in the air. He winks at me and tosses me over to his black satin bedding.

The power of that being is unmistakable! I’m a thick girl, and he just threw me like some rag doll! My body is only meant to sustain him. His people make sure to keep me healthy. As their King’s mate, my juices help balance his needs. Protect him and give him top strength. Basically, use me to cum. Missing a drop is to waste. As I said, he’s a greedy damn bastard. I bounce, trying to catch myself. It’s not sexy or even posed. I’m used for what he wants.

“Move” Tirich, hissed. I pretend to take my time, but he grabs my ankles, slides me down, and flips me over onto my stomach. His favorite position is me sitting on his face. If I take too long or hold myself from pleasure, he will spank me. My ass is usually on fire after. Tirich sits off the bed, practically posed with his head back, just relaxed, leaning against the mattress. Even then, Tirich is still too damn tall, so I have to balance on my knees as they dig into his shoulders.

I love the pain I believe I cause him. Tirich really doesn’t give a shit anyway! Why is it his favorite position? He drinks for pleasure. Slowly and seductively. When he feels my knees unbalanced, he just keeps me lifted and open like a tap. Imagine just sitting on someone’s face as they suck your life force out of you!

I’m drained completely, and it takes a few days to recuperate. He will still send it to me. I know he has to have mistresses for other needs, more like vampire women, to keep him company. I really don’t know, and really, I don’t give a fuck. We don’t speak. I lean over, dropping my knees around him.

He gets frustrated with how slow I am since I’m not at vampire speed. He grips my ass, pulling me down, as he spanks one cheek for being disobedient. It stings for a second before I feel his tongue pulsating against my clit. He doesn’t really flick but nibbles. Creating little wisps of kisses deepening to sweetly sucking it between his lips. Just enjoying the taste. He flicks at my clit. I jump with pleasure, and he spanks me again. He doesn’t like to be interrupted. Deeper and deeper, he rubs our lips together, hungrily licking between them, as I feel his finger slowly insert into me. He pumps a few times, then enters another one. Matching the tone of his mouth. Completely taking his time enjoying his feed. I feel his extended vampire teeth pressed against my inner lips spreading me wider, so he can assault my bitter senses. His tongue flicks faster and faster. His fingers fucking me deeper and harder.

The bastard knows my spot, so he tempts around it, leaving me moaning for release. When he has me at the tip of an orgasm, Tirich removes his fingers and lifts me up by my knees. Widening my thighs completely over his face, he penetrates me with only his flexed snake-like tongue. Twisting as if he’s coiling around my G-spot. Ridges of ridges pulsate. As if a dildo could ever compare! I grab my breasts, needing to hold on to something, and he growls loudly. One knee returns on his shoulder as he spanks me over and over again, and my G-spot seizes from the furious tongue movements.

I scream out cumming, completely abandoned to the emotion, and shaking with relief as he drinks and drinks. Sounds of his sucking and slurping leave me in multiple aftershocks. Leaving a tickled pressure of pain, I’m fighting the instinct to try and push him off. He takes his sweet ass time, wiggling his tongue back to front while penetrating my core. When he needs more, Tirich just hits my G-spot again with a few spanks to release all over his face again. I can’t stay up too long, so he keeps me up like this platter, needing to empty his plate.

He plays this game with my body several times, and I’m completely done. He licks up as he lowers me down, kissing my weeping lips before I feel his cock at my opening. We are face-to-face. It’s as if I marked him, too, with my evidence clearly all over him. His lips glisten, and he licks them, letting me know we aren’t done.

“Look at me”, Tirich demands. My opening stretches, a burn, as the tip of his cock enters me. Vampires are professional lovers. Skilled to eat and fuck their prey. Tirich can manipulate my senses and morph his body parts. I was scared the first time I saw his cock. It reached past his knees and was thicker than my arm. I could only take the tip, literally, but he can adjust his size to fulfill the need. He prefers to stay controlled, so he never changes the length or width.

He watches me when he fucks me. No emotion, just the intense gaze of dominance. He grabs my neck, pushing me forward. Our lips are almost to the touch. We’ve never kissed, but he requires some kind of deep connection. He lightly squeezes my neck as his nails slowly puncture my skin. His nose breathes in deeply, absorbing the scent of my blood, and the change in his facial features grows. He does it to intimidate me as if fear is useless in my soul. I’m too numb to his bullshit.

Deeper the burn as I’m stretched too far, and I feel his cock completely transform to fully fit inside. It slides in smooth and deep to the hilt. As if we’ve finally become one. I freak out. I try to push back, but he holds me close, completely stroking sinfully slowly into me. It’s too intimate, and I’m pushing at his chest. Slapping at his marbled marked skin. Tirich rests his forehead on mine, stroking into me long and deep. His lips run down my cheek and across my jaw. Slipping down to my neck, licking at the puncture wounds.

With his hands in my hair, he caresses me as if we are lovers. He hits my sweet spot right below my ear. Sucking and marking his territory. I dig my nails into his chest, still trying to push him away. Frustrated, he pulls up, and I’m slammed into the bedroom door. At vampire speed, I’m trying to block the motion sickness running through me. Still, he pumps into me slowly. His strokes change to a silent song, playing my body to music I don’t comprehend. A passion for deep penetration to mid-strokes rules around my walls. He grabs my wrists, placing them wide out. Squeezing them tight. Forcing me to take this pleasure and remain open. He’s never played this game before. He’s determined for me to respond.

“I fucking hate you!” I whisper. “You can hate me, Sun. You just can’t fucking run.” And with that, his rhythm increases. He growls, fucking me harder. I cry out. “That’s right, give me every drop of that!” The door creaks from the pressure of our bodies. The energy rises around the room. I’m trying to hold back. He knows it. He places his forehead on mine. His eyes burned through me. Our noses hit each other. Our lips were just a breath away.

“Give me what I need!” He roars. I turn my head, closing my eyes, and I combust inside out! An orgasm of all orgasms hits me so hard that I let go of all my senses, and I wake up to my lips against his! Intense strokes of Tirich’s tongue invade me. His lips plumped to perfection, ruining my life. He lets go of my wrist and grips my ass cheeks pumping at vampire speed. My thighs take the brutal force, my G-spot repeatedly hit, as another orgasm is ripped out of me. I lift my head up, and I scream! An earthquake shakes the room, the door jamb breaks, and the loudest hiss of lightning fills the room, and I smell the burn in the air.

I open my eyes, and the fire steams my eyes. Without an ounce of water, it simmers around us. I completely sag against Tirich. My head against his shoulder as he finishes pumping the last of his essence inside me. His steel chest contracted against my breast. His breath sizzled the air. I’m burned inside out. Literally, I’m drained of energy, and my body will need more than a few days to recuperate. I’m too exhausted to open my eyes. I know we are moving about, but we seem so still. I feel a blanket wrap around me, cradling me close.

Tirich covers me, no one would dare look, but he demands I’m protected from all eyes. The temperature changes, and I know he is carrying me through the hallways. I feel the power as he slowly walks through his kingdom. My door is on the opposite side of his. Connected through a private walkway, far away to keep us from a never-ending war, and close enough so he can protect me. I’m too exhausted to push him away.

Usually, I walk the fuck out after, but this was on a different level! I hear my door open, and I feel my soft sheets hit my back. I struggle to open my eyes. The blanket rises around my hips, and I feel Tirich’s mouth reach my thighs. I want to push him away, but the exhaustion is overwhelming. He softly licks and nibbles each thigh. Healing me. His fucking abilities are crazy! I whimper as he reaches my core, licking gently, and I feel my body numbly responding. He’s healing everything, licking at the tenderness and coating my insides. Bringing new sensations as he deepens into my clit. He’s never done this before, heal me, but I know what he’s trying to do.

I don’t like it! I don’t like our bond. I find myself reaching into his blondish-white hair, pulling at the roots. I’ve never touched him before. He gently growls into me, seeking only my pleasure, suckling and licking with endless kisses. So I fill his needs by opening myself. Between the heavy multiple contractions of my ovaries and stomach muscles, I’m really damn sore! I feel his tongue expanding, reaching to my core to heal me inside. He feels my pain, and he’s gentle to the touch. It slips in and rubs around. Light strokes of healing penetrate me, and the pressure changes for more. He grips my hips, and I slowly take control, pumping against his snaked-like tongue.

As we delve into the world of a 34-year-old narcissistic woman, it is impossible not to feel a sense of worry and concern. Behind her seemingly perfect facade lies a web of deception, manipulation, and a desperate need for validation. This blog post aims to shed light on the sad and lonely life of a woman who thrives on lies, cheats her way through relationships, and maintains a fake lifestyle.

From the outside, it may appear that this woman has it all together. Her social media feeds are filled with glamorous pictures, exotic vacations, and extravagant purchases. But beneath the surface, there lies a void that no amount of material possessions or social media likes can fill.

This woman, driven by her narcissistic tendencies, is a master of deception. She knows how to present herself in a way that captivates those around her, making it difficult for anyone to see through her carefully constructed facade. Her lies are so convincing that even those closest to her are often unaware of the truth.

Relationships are merely a game to her, a means to an end. She effortlessly manipulates and exploits the emotions of others, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. She craves attention and adoration, but when the initial infatuation fades, she moves on to her next conquest, leaving behind a string of shattered dreams and broken promises.

Despite her seemingly glamorous lifestyle, this woman lives a life of profound loneliness. Her relationships are shallow and devoid of true connection. She may have many acquaintances, but she lacks the genuine companionship and love that she so desperately craves. Behind closed doors, she is haunted by the emptiness that comes from living a life built on lies.

It is heartbreaking to witness someone trapped in such a cycle of self-destruction. The constant need for external validation and the inability to form meaningful connections only perpetuate her sad and lonely existence. As time goes on, the weight of her actions becomes increasingly burdensome, yet she continues down this destructive path, unable or unwilling to break free from her narcissistic tendencies.

In conclusion, the life of a narcissist woman is far from the glamorous image she portrays. Behind the mask of perfection lies a lonely soul, desperate for love and connection, but unable to escape the cycle of lies and deceit. It is a sad reality that serves as a reminder of the importance of authenticity, empathy, and genuine human connection in our lives.

RECOVER FROM NARCISSISTIC ABUSE HERE