WARNING:Mature content!!! (just in case)
Where am I? Why is everything so blurry?... Who's she?...These sheets, are so soft. Lights... Too damn bright... God my head hurts. That woman's gown is freakin sexy and her dancing. . . She must do this often... Matt... Matty must have set this up.
I hope he likes this. Never thought he would buy something like this for me. Waking up from my nap and I find this great gift right in front of our wedding picture... Wait... Did I forget an important date or something? Is it our anniversary? Or is this just a way to bring the spice back into our sex life? No, I mean, our sex is still good...Isn’t it?
Wow, every time she swings around I can’t look away. Wait a second; that was a picture behind her on the dresser, in front of the mirror...That’s me in the mirror, right? Yup, that’s me nodding like a jack ass. Then, that’s me in the picture? Why does this chick have a picture of me?
“What are you looking at baby? Don’t tell me I’m not grasping your attention”
Her touch on my face... I remember that. She smells so good. Why’d she call me baby?
“No of course not, I wasss just admiring you from another angle,”
Good save, I think she bought it.
He sounded pretty earnest about catching another angle...Maybe he’s an ass kind of guy, shouldn’t I know that though? I mean we’re married, we should know that about each other. I guess I’ll just have to focus a little more attention on my ass. . .Sheet doesn’t hide much, does it? Ah well, he seems ready to go. I’ll just slowly let this clasp go and catch...oops nearly missed it. I don’t think he noticed; too busy watching my hair over my breasts, my gown around my hips. Ha, cute, if he keeps biting his lip so tightly he might just puncture the skin. I think I’ve teased him enough, for now anyways.
Throbbing pains, I need her. She’s only a few steps away...I know, I know what to do. Women like men of action, right? High time I do my part I guess.
“Holy shit,”
Didn’t notice I was naked... She doesn’t seem to mind. I wonder if her dropping the rest of her gown was honest excitement or just another part of her toying with me. Well, if the look on her face is any indication, she must like what she sees...Get that stupid grin off your face, man of action, remember? Right, I’ll start off with, uh...throwing her on the bed. Moan’s are a good sign...Now start from her legs, work your way up...Easy, slow down, no rush, she teased you, it’s your turn now... Alright now for the classic, I’ll just give her a nice little bite on the inner thigh...Works like a charm...Huh? Never noticed the picture on the bedside table... That looks like a wedding photo, are we married?!
God, why’d he stop...Oh he’s mean, I’ll just reciprocate!...Well, how does it feel with my legs wrapped around your torso, huh mister? How bout I grab your face and kiss you. Run my fingers through your hair and nibble on your bottom lip. How do you like that? Apparently a lot... Damn, it’s so close, I can feel its warmth right on top of me...Oh wow, keep kissing me right there, then...Oh, well, our sex life is definitely not dead, he knows every inch of me... I need him...That’s it, I’m putting it in me...Awe, how cute, he quivered as I -. . .Oh that’s not so cute, that, that, that feels ah, ah, amazing!
...That was fun. Don’t think I’ve ever had sex like that before. We were both so lively...I think I might need a shower though, Ha and I think we sweated through the sheets too...Worth it...We must have gone at the same time, had too. We’re both panting. We haven’t even looked away from each other yet... Right, the picture. Marriage. . . Don’t say anything. You’re just a little too drunk. Yeah, that’s why everything is so fuzzy.
What an orgasm.
Besides, she would be pissed if I said anything and, and, and what a ride...Oh Jesus Christ, she already wants another go.
“Hold on a second baby. I need some time to recover.”
“Your little friend begs to differ.”
I want more, and why not? Who needs sleep when we can do this all night? I’ll just roll on top of him and his spirit will follow suit with his body...Yup...
Alright, alright, now I need time to recover. . . Was there somewhere he didn’t know where to go? God, I love this man.
Water, I need some water, stat. It’s not like people expect marathoners to run without some water. I need water now.
“I’m going for a cup of water, you want some?”
“Yes please”
Give her a quick peck on the head before you get up man, she’ll appreciate it... I mean, you really haven’t said more than a few words to each other... So, should I put some pants on or... ah fuck it, it’s warm, this is our house, and I can do whatever I want...Is this thing locked? No, there’s no latch or nothing, must be stuck, I just got to pull a little harder... No, this is locked.
What is that circle there? Ha, just sticking out like a sore thumb like that... Is that glare coming off of it?
“Hey, what’s that in the ceiling?”
What’s she talking about? Oh I didn’t notice that before, its got some sort of glare... Wait is that a camera? No, no way... Why would she? No, she looks just as puzzled as me...Must not be a camera; I just need a better look at the thing.
“Sorry, I gotta step on the bed for a sec hun.”
Oh my god, there’s another circle in the frame of the mirror...What the fuck, there’s one in the headboard?
“What is that?”
“It’s, it’s a camera.”
“Whoa, what the fuck? You put cameras in our bed room?”
“No, of course not I’m just as shocked as you are. Wait, cameraS?”
“Yeah! Look!”
“Wh- what? This is fucked. Where’s the key to the door Sarah?”
“What key? And my, my name isn’t Sarah, its Tammy. What the fuck is going on Tom?”
“My name isn’t Tom, it’s... it’s...wh-why can’t I remember?”
Oh my god, that picture on the dresser. The frame has a sticky mark... Was this the price tag mark? Wait, this man, has a scar under his eye...Tom, isn’t it Tom? Why’s he still standing on the bed?... He doesn’t have a scar... Oh my god, I need- I need some clothes...Why is this drawer empty? And this one and this one too?!
Ben, my name is Ben.
“There’s no clothes...There’s no windows, the door’s locked. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HE-“
“Sarah? Sarah are you okay?” Why’d she just collapse? “Sarah wake up!”
“Scott, let go of Alyssa and step back to the wall please.”
Who is that? Who’s Scott? Who’s Alyssa?
“What’s going on here? WHAT’S HAPPENING?”
The End
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