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Pauline unhooked her bra and scratched her nipples. Garry had gotten drunk again and the dinner was precisely as disastrous as she had expected. And yet she wasn’t angry. There was tenderness in her gaze as she watched him in the mirror. She let down her hair, threw on a T-shirt and climbed into bed.
Garry was snoring away, still with his shoes on. She rubbed up against him but he didn’t stir. He was passed out cold. Pauline pushed her hand down her panties and was unsurprised to find her clitoris swollen and her vagina moist and open. She idly rubbed herself, staring at the ceiling. As she approached orgasm, she pictured Gary making a fool of himself at the party. ”The only people who live in split levels are crossing guards and hookers. What? This is a split level? Which corner do you work? Ha! No, I meant as a crossing guard? Oh, c’mon, that’s not what I meant and you know it, you dumb whore!” As she recalled the stunned looks and the whispers of derision, she pressed harder with little circles around the top of her clit. He’s such an ass, she thought, as the pressure built in her pelvis and she felt herself nearing climax.
“You’re an ass!” she screamed at him as she came with a violent shudder. He didn’t stir.
For a moment she thought she might fall asleep, but she was still turned on and wanted more. She reached for his cock, his drunken asinine cock, but it was utterly limp. A few brisk pumps with her hand did nothing, so she climbed out of bed and went down to the basement. She fumbled around in Garry’s workshop until she found a large hacksaw and then returned upstairs. She tied off his leg, just above the ankle, with the belt to her bathrobe. Then she set to work sawing off his foot. When she was most of the way through he murmured something, but didn’t wake up. Her arm was getting tired so she leaned all her weight against his foot and snapped it off.
“You were such an ass tonight,” she thought, noticing that she was very wet again. She got on all fours at the end of the bed and reached behind her to guide the stump of his leg in.
“Oh my God!” she screamed, “you made such a fool of yourself!” She drove her ass back against his leg and savored the exquisite pressure of his calf muscle stretching her open. She reached between he legs and lightly touched her clit with her fingers, which immediately sent her over the edge into a violent orgasm.
She pulled off of him and got under the covers. All of a sudden she felt embarrassed and dirty. Why was it that she always felt guilty after a truly satisfying orgasm?
Date Written: March 18, 2005
Author: Ewan Snow
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