meant wearing a game face and that is exactly what I was putting on right now. I couldn’t afford to get into it with James. My eyes were already swollen from crying myself to sleep the night before. My breasts had bite marks and bruises all over them and I still hurt from the brutality that I had endured the previous evening.
I was beginning to see a side of James that scared me , yet exited me; so I guess that says something about me too. How fucked up was I? I had fallen for a man who blackmailed me, in order to keep his clutches in me.
James stood at the front door grasping my arms so tightly that it hurt. “You had better have your ass home right after that TV shoot Amanda. You don’t want me to have to come looking for you!”
I made my way to my car with my head held high, my back straight, my makeup done, and my bruises hidden, because my public could never know.
James slammed the coffee cup against the wall shatteri ng it into pieces.
I hate the thought of that guy touching my woman!
He slumped down with his head in his hands sobbing. Like it or not, James was in love with a married woman…
John and Amanda
John coyly eyed me. “Well Amanda even though we are separated, I still have needs.”
The last thing that I wanted to do was sleep with my husband. James was accomplishing just what he had set out to do; he was making me his, more and more with each passing day. Though sex had never been that great with John, I couldn’t remember experiencing what I was feeling right now, I was repulsed by the thought of any other man than James touching me.
I’m terrible. I have allowed myself to fall in love with my blackmailer.
There was also the matter of my battered and bruised chest. I didn’t want John to see it, he wouldn’t understand.
I know that it sounds crazy for me to stick up for James, but the bottom line is, I like the things that he does to me. Call it brainwashed, Stockholm Syndrome; call it whatever you want to. I don’t expect people to understand our connection. The bottom line is: that there is a connection between us.
“Well John my tits are sore from just ge tting off of my period so if you don’t mind my shirt being left on, then fine by me.
Hell, it won’t take but two minutes anyway.
“Well Amanda, if you expect me to make love to my wife while she is dressed; then just forget it.”
Fine by me, I didn’t want to anyway.
“Ok, let’s shoot TV,” I said, making my way to my studio chair.
The taping went without any hitches and I made my way back to the condo.
James
I followed behind Amanda looking for any site of disheveled clothing. I knew that she hadn’t fucked him because she smelled like my Amanda.
She threw her things on her antique fainting couch in her dressing room and turned to exit, running right into me.
I gently pulled her to me and passionately kissed her. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and softly took a nipple in my mouth. “I’m sorry Amanda, so very sorry, please, please, oh fuck you make me crazy. Divorce him Amanda, before somebody gets killed.”
She placed a finger over my lips, “Shh, we will figure it out James.”
“Oh God, I love you so fucking much. You are making me crazy girl.”
I picked her up carefully laying her on the bed. I took her clothing off and for the first time that I can remember, I gently made love to the woman that I
I was beginning to see a side of James that scared me , yet exited me; so I guess that says something about me too. How fucked up was I? I had fallen for a man who blackmailed me, in order to keep his clutches in me.
James stood at the front door grasping my arms so tightly that it hurt. “You had better have your ass home right after that TV shoot Amanda. You don’t want me to have to come looking for you!”
I made my way to my car with my head held high, my back straight, my makeup done, and my bruises hidden, because my public could never know.
James slammed the coffee cup against the wall shatteri ng it into pieces.
I hate the thought of that guy touching my woman!
He slumped down with his head in his hands sobbing. Like it or not, James was in love with a married woman…
John and Amanda
John coyly eyed me. “Well Amanda even though we are separated, I still have needs.”
The last thing that I wanted to do was sleep with my husband. James was accomplishing just what he had set out to do; he was making me his, more and more with each passing day. Though sex had never been that great with John, I couldn’t remember experiencing what I was feeling right now, I was repulsed by the thought of any other man than James touching me.
I’m terrible. I have allowed myself to fall in love with my blackmailer.
There was also the matter of my battered and bruised chest. I didn’t want John to see it, he wouldn’t understand.
I know that it sounds crazy for me to stick up for James, but the bottom line is, I like the things that he does to me. Call it brainwashed, Stockholm Syndrome; call it whatever you want to. I don’t expect people to understand our connection. The bottom line is: that there is a connection between us.
“Well John my tits are sore from just ge tting off of my period so if you don’t mind my shirt being left on, then fine by me.
Hell, it won’t take but two minutes anyway.
“Well Amanda, if you expect me to make love to my wife while she is dressed; then just forget it.”
Fine by me, I didn’t want to anyway.
“Ok, let’s shoot TV,” I said, making my way to my studio chair.
The taping went without any hitches and I made my way back to the condo.
James
I followed behind Amanda looking for any site of disheveled clothing. I knew that she hadn’t fucked him because she smelled like my Amanda.
She threw her things on her antique fainting couch in her dressing room and turned to exit, running right into me.
I gently pulled her to me and passionately kissed her. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and softly took a nipple in my mouth. “I’m sorry Amanda, so very sorry, please, please, oh fuck you make me crazy. Divorce him Amanda, before somebody gets killed.”
She placed a finger over my lips, “Shh, we will figure it out James.”
“Oh God, I love you so fucking much. You are making me crazy girl.”
I picked her up carefully laying her on the bed. I took her clothing off and for the first time that I can remember, I gently made love to the woman that I
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