Hi everyone,
I had some requests for a follow-up post to Ann and Peter, the Oedipus client and the prostitute that I posted awhile ago. There were some readers on my blog who found the original 'Whore' story a bit rough for them and for that, I apologize. I never mean to offend people but writing dark stories is quite interesting for me. Please keep yourself safe if you choose to read the attached hyper-link.
For those that can deal with the rest of it...I plan to tease out the characters one by one. Let me know what you think. These follow-up series of stories aren't as graphic as 'Whore"
xx Smack
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Glenda.
She heard the door slam and jumped, startled. She was making bread and had enjoyed the peace without him sulking around the house. Although the home was huge, it was too small to contain her displeasure about his unbecoming activities.
With an exaggerated sigh, she rolled her eyes as she kneaded the dough and switched on the bread-maker. She hated it when he was out so late because she knew he was visiting whores again. God would not look kindly upon him and nor should she as a follower of His Love. Her hands nervously fluttered to the gold Cross around her neck. Her mind beseeching Him for guidance and strength.
"Glenda? Are you home?" he called out to her, squinting in the dim lights before flicking a switch on illuminating the foyer of the palatial home.
She wiped her perfectly manicured hands on her freshly starched apron and fixed a wifely smile on her face before rushing out to welcome him home her heels providing the click-clack rhythm on the marble floors. Her curt blond hair barely moved because of the hair-spray that held it firmly in place.
"Peter, darling. How was your day?" she poured her words over him like honey as she took his coat and bag storing them neatly in the corridor cupboard. If she leaned any closer to him, she would smell the whore's perfume and she instinctively checked the front door was locked and if any neighbours had seen him come home so late.
Aware of the mixed aroma of latex, sex and perfume, Peter replied with 'Oh. There you are. Yes, good day. Mrs Robinson sends her regards to you.'
Satisfied that he'd kept her attention at bay for a few moments, he plodded upstairs mumbling something about a shower. Ignored as usual, she smiled sweetly and called to his back as he descended the stairs. "Oh did she? How lovely. I shall have to call her tomorrow to ask about her son. Did you know her son is starting a medical degree, Peter? Did she tell you?"
Alright dear. I've made your favourite bread and butter pudding for dessert! I know you've been having a hard time at work so I made it especially for you, Peter.....' her voice trailing off when she heard the bedroom door close.
She's never satisfied unlike Ann he said to himself as he felt the warm water cascade over his shoulders, thoughts of his mother permeated his relaxed post-sex stupor and he clenched his teeth and concentrated in an effort to free himself of her memory.
'I didn't want to hurt you baby but you're pretty when you cry' His mothers' words kept slapping his heart like an audible attack of his senses. He watched the water flood at his foot making it's way towards the drain and likened the movement to his ever-increasing fear of failure.
Downstairs, Glenda set the table despite knowing that Peter would not eat with her. The bread and butter pudding was almost ready and would hopefully coax him to the table for a brief chat about her church group and the ladies meeting she'd attended earlier that day. She was delighted to organise the church fete approaching and felt proud that such an honour had been bestowed upon her.
Despite God's preferences, she knew Peter would retire to his study for the night. Even the study was more of a priority in his life than his long-suffering wife. Sometimes he slept in there on the old leather sofa she'd tried to dispose of many times. She knew Peter had bed many women on that sofa during his med-school days and she was constantly reminded of this every time she cleaned the study. She muttered some ungodly words about sluts and filth as she scrubbed and disinfected every surface - twice.
Daddy had said that life would sometimes be hard with a man who had come into God later in life. She knew she had to help her husband see the light and guide him towards a better path of spiritual fulfillment.
Besides she thought, I've already let the man between my thighs as is my duty within the sanctity of marriage. I'm not walking away from any of God's creatures especially the top Neurosurgeon in the country.
Glenda enjoyed the society image of her husbands unquestionable reputation as a top surgeon and the spoils that were extended to her as a result of the money he earned. Glenda knew he was visiting the whores in the next town and at first, she was revolted at his behaviour. She turned the photo of her father over and whispered her curses so the Lord wouldn't hear her and stamped her foot at the risk of their community standing being compromised.
Then over the years that followed, she came to realize that as long as someone else was sucking his dick, she wouldn't have to touch that disgusting thing.
Rarely did he nudge her and tell her to roll over so that he could assume the position he preferred. She felt like a dog when he mounted her. He grunted like an old man she once knew and she froze lest he interpret her struggles as enjoyment and approach her more often!
Afterwards, she would scrub his scent from her body and ring her Daddy to reassure him that she was being a good and dutiful wife as he had raised her to be.
I had some requests for a follow-up post to Ann and Peter, the Oedipus client and the prostitute that I posted awhile ago. There were some readers on my blog who found the original 'Whore' story a bit rough for them and for that, I apologize. I never mean to offend people but writing dark stories is quite interesting for me. Please keep yourself safe if you choose to read the attached hyper-link.
For those that can deal with the rest of it...I plan to tease out the characters one by one. Let me know what you think. These follow-up series of stories aren't as graphic as 'Whore"
xx Smack
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Glenda.
She heard the door slam and jumped, startled. She was making bread and had enjoyed the peace without him sulking around the house. Although the home was huge, it was too small to contain her displeasure about his unbecoming activities.
With an exaggerated sigh, she rolled her eyes as she kneaded the dough and switched on the bread-maker. She hated it when he was out so late because she knew he was visiting whores again. God would not look kindly upon him and nor should she as a follower of His Love. Her hands nervously fluttered to the gold Cross around her neck. Her mind beseeching Him for guidance and strength.
"Glenda? Are you home?" he called out to her, squinting in the dim lights before flicking a switch on illuminating the foyer of the palatial home.
She wiped her perfectly manicured hands on her freshly starched apron and fixed a wifely smile on her face before rushing out to welcome him home her heels providing the click-clack rhythm on the marble floors. Her curt blond hair barely moved because of the hair-spray that held it firmly in place.
"Peter, darling. How was your day?" she poured her words over him like honey as she took his coat and bag storing them neatly in the corridor cupboard. If she leaned any closer to him, she would smell the whore's perfume and she instinctively checked the front door was locked and if any neighbours had seen him come home so late.
Aware of the mixed aroma of latex, sex and perfume, Peter replied with 'Oh. There you are. Yes, good day. Mrs Robinson sends her regards to you.'
Satisfied that he'd kept her attention at bay for a few moments, he plodded upstairs mumbling something about a shower. Ignored as usual, she smiled sweetly and called to his back as he descended the stairs. "Oh did she? How lovely. I shall have to call her tomorrow to ask about her son. Did you know her son is starting a medical degree, Peter? Did she tell you?"
Alright dear. I've made your favourite bread and butter pudding for dessert! I know you've been having a hard time at work so I made it especially for you, Peter.....' her voice trailing off when she heard the bedroom door close.
She's never satisfied unlike Ann he said to himself as he felt the warm water cascade over his shoulders, thoughts of his mother permeated his relaxed post-sex stupor and he clenched his teeth and concentrated in an effort to free himself of her memory.
'I didn't want to hurt you baby but you're pretty when you cry' His mothers' words kept slapping his heart like an audible attack of his senses. He watched the water flood at his foot making it's way towards the drain and likened the movement to his ever-increasing fear of failure.
Downstairs, Glenda set the table despite knowing that Peter would not eat with her. The bread and butter pudding was almost ready and would hopefully coax him to the table for a brief chat about her church group and the ladies meeting she'd attended earlier that day. She was delighted to organise the church fete approaching and felt proud that such an honour had been bestowed upon her.
Despite God's preferences, she knew Peter would retire to his study for the night. Even the study was more of a priority in his life than his long-suffering wife. Sometimes he slept in there on the old leather sofa she'd tried to dispose of many times. She knew Peter had bed many women on that sofa during his med-school days and she was constantly reminded of this every time she cleaned the study. She muttered some ungodly words about sluts and filth as she scrubbed and disinfected every surface - twice.
Daddy had said that life would sometimes be hard with a man who had come into God later in life. She knew she had to help her husband see the light and guide him towards a better path of spiritual fulfillment.
Besides she thought, I've already let the man between my thighs as is my duty within the sanctity of marriage. I'm not walking away from any of God's creatures especially the top Neurosurgeon in the country.
Glenda enjoyed the society image of her husbands unquestionable reputation as a top surgeon and the spoils that were extended to her as a result of the money he earned. Glenda knew he was visiting the whores in the next town and at first, she was revolted at his behaviour. She turned the photo of her father over and whispered her curses so the Lord wouldn't hear her and stamped her foot at the risk of their community standing being compromised.
Then over the years that followed, she came to realize that as long as someone else was sucking his dick, she wouldn't have to touch that disgusting thing.
Rarely did he nudge her and tell her to roll over so that he could assume the position he preferred. She felt like a dog when he mounted her. He grunted like an old man she once knew and she froze lest he interpret her struggles as enjoyment and approach her more often!
Afterwards, she would scrub his scent from her body and ring her Daddy to reassure him that she was being a good and dutiful wife as he had raised her to be.
2 comments:
You are BRILLIANT! I am looking forward to getting to know all the characters as you lay them out.
Thank you!
I'm intrigued. More!More!More!
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