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the attic. But at least it wasn’t
unpleasant.
    When he thrust inside her those last few
times, groaning, she felt a little relieved. At last, she was going
to get what she needed. Jared was going to make her come. This was
it. This was the time. There were butterflies in her stomach.
    He pulled out, collapsing beside her. She let
him catch his breath for as long as she could stand it, but she was
beginning to feel desperate.
    “Hey,” she said, softly, and he propped
himself up on one arm to look at her.
    “Yeah?”
    “Do you think you could…” she gestured
vaguely towards her lower stomach. “…like before? With your
mouth?”
    His nose wrinkled - it actually wrinkled , and she saw him try to reign in it, temper his
reaction a little, but it was too late. “You mean…” he hesitated,
his eyes drifting down to her crease, to the dribble of his seed
that was starting to come out and stain the sheets.
“…like… that ?”
    Leading up to her marriage, Sarah had been
given a lot of books by her female relatives that talked about
things like being “full of grace” and “virtuous” and “a dutiful
wife.” What a dutiful wife would do in this situation, of course,
was smile understandingly, go into the bathroom, and wash her
husband’s semen out as best she could, then return to him, fresh as
a daisy. A dutiful wife would not expect a husband to do something
so demeaning as to lick his own come out of her pussy, no matter
how much she ached for release. A dutiful wife would
understand.
    But in that moment, Sarah did not feel like a
dutiful wife.
    All of the fury from before came back to her
tenfold, and she found herself leaping out of bed, haphazardly
throwing her clothes back on, and grabbing her purse. She actually
had her hand on the doorknob before Jared even seemed to realize
what was going on.
    “Sarah,” she heard him, dimly. “What’s going
-” He was touching her arm, and she shoved him off with such force
that he almost lost his balance.
    “Just leave me alone,” she shouted, “for
once, just let me do what I want!”
    She stormed out of the hotel and across the
road, running mindlessly towards the forest. She wasn’t sure what
she planned to do, exactly; where she meant to go. She just knew
she couldn’t stand to spend one more minute in that room with a man
who would wrinkle his nose at her, who treated her like some
precious porcelain doll that might break at any moment, with his
stupid face and his small penis and the way he flopped on top of
her like a wet fish.
    By the time she reached the edge of the
woods, her head had cleared considerably. Not enough to think about
turning back, but enough that she no longer saw red around the
edges of her vision. She felt damp and sticky between her legs, and
she was still aroused - maddeningly so, her swollen lips rubbing
together with every step and making it harder to concentrate on
serious decisions like what the hell she was going to do with her
life now.
    It was dark in the forest, but the trees were
sparse, and the moon was bright enough that she had no trouble
finding her way down the dirt road. She wondered if she was alone.
She had a curious feeling that she wasn’t - but it didn’t frighten
her, as it perhaps ought to have. She felt oddly safe. Watched, but
safe.
    Well, maybe not “watched” exactly. At least,
she hoped not, because with every passing moment, she was seriously
considering ducking behind a tree and rubbing herself to a
screaming climax. It wouldn’t take long. She could tell. She was
already feeling the telltale shivers of pleasure just from the
rhythm of each step.
    She resisted the ridiculous idea as long as
she could, but as the longing ache spread throughout her whole
lower body, she knew she had no choice. Her libido was calling the
shots now. And after being studiously ignored and repressed for so
long, there was simply no denying it what it wanted.
    She stepped off the path and ran as far into
the forest as