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PART II
ELEVATOR TO THE GALLOWS
67
SHE ALMOST CRIED when her body began to fall apart underneath Trey.
“That’s right,” he crooned in her ear while he slowly slid in and out of her the way Sister Albright had told her it would happen, and all she could do was tense up as it built built built … “Good,” he whispered. “Just right. Put your arms around my neck, Sugar, like you’re going to give me a big old hug.”
She did and he lowered himself until his bare chest was smashing her breasts. One hand was on the pillow next to her ear while the other was tucked between their bodies, his finger tickling a spot in her between, and then he was kissing her again. She closed her eyes with a sigh and kissed him back, feeling his body undulate against her as he went in and out, touching that sensitive spot in her between that she had never noticed before, where all the tingles started.
“You good?” he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
“Uh huh.”
He kept her gaze, his ice blue eyes warm, his hips still moving, his breath coming as short as hers. “You know what I’m doing right now?” he asked, flicking her between with his fingers.
“Not … really. I … It makes me feel funny.”
“Mmm hm. It’s supposed to. You tell me when you feel like you want to sneeze.”
She almost asked him what he meant by that, but she understood: It felt like her body wanted to sneeze and it was building building building …
She gasped so hard she nearly choked, her back arching almost off the bed, her legs clamping around his hips, wanting to get closer to him, but she couldn’t get any closer or tighter.
Suddenly his back arched and he rammed into her and stayed and she wanted him to, even though her sensations had all faded, except the memory of that big bang when her wound-up body exploded and she’d wanted it to last …
He let out a groan and a long sigh before he looked down at her and grinned. “Did that feel like a chore?”
She smiled shyly, which, considering they were both naked and he was still inside her, was silly. “No.”
“This is what I like,” he said low. “The middle. You, letting go. We’ll deal with you being embarrassed tomorrow, because you will be. I know you too well.” He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose then withdrew from her and laid beside her. “Go pee, then wash yourself off. Girls get sick sometimes if they don’t.”
Her smile faded. He would know.
“Oh, hey now,” he said quickly. “I don’t do that with anybody else. I married you. Made the deal in good faith, like I did my employees, y’see? ‘I do,’ means I’m going to be faithful to you. So that’s it for me. I’m not looking to make some other girl feel what a man should be making his wife feel. And I’m not going to go find a side piece.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what.”
She was shy again, because nothing was quite as embarrassing as a girl’s husband telling her to clean up after doing this, not even upchucking and letting him help her through it. She sat up, making sure her back was all he could see in the meager light, and reached for her nightgown.
“Nuh uh uh. Good wives let their husbands watch them naked.”
She looked down at him sharply. “You made that up.”
“No, I did not,” he said firmly. “I like looking at you naked. Maybe someday you’ll like looking at me naked too, but for now, I wanna see you.”
“But I’m—”
“Pregnant,” he said firmly. “With my baby. I look at you and know I did that.” He gave her a crooked smile. “G’on now, then hurry back. I’m tired and I wanna go to sleep. With you. Naked. All snuggled up.”
Marina did what he said, too numb from the aftermath of all those sensations, all the new stuff crammed in her brain, all the pain of what she had always been taught, all the pain of knowing she had to walk a fine line between chore and whore, struggling to stay inside her. And it did hurt. Physical pain. Like a chick pecking its way out of its shell, only her body was the shell and she felt every sharp little blow of its sharp little beak. The powder wasn’t helping her forget that.
She wished there were a way for it to make her forget only the stuff she wanted to forget.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door. She sat on the toilet and tinkled, but while she did she bent over at the waist and buried her face in her hands and sobbed as quietly as she could.
She was forever changed and she wasn’t a good girl anymore and that hurt, too, because good girls didn’t do that, and doing that with her husband wasn’t supposed to be pleasant but it was out of this world and she wanted to again, God help her.
Maybe she should just do it so many times it became normal. After all, she’d also been taught that sinning over and over made you crave more sin and …
Everything’s uncomfortable and feels wrong when it’s new.
Having fun. All the time.
Well, how long did it really take to cook and clean for one person? What else was she supposed to do when it was done and Fairyland wasn’t open?
It occurred to her that riding rollercoasters gave her the exact same feeling, except not as intense and there was no body sneeze at the end. “Oh, my goodness,” she whispered, horrified at herself. She kept riding the rollercoaster to get the sneeze that never happened.
She needed to follow Trey’s instructions and stop thinking. It hurt too much.
She took a shower and returned presently to find him lying on the crisp white sheets with his hands behind his head, waiting. Watching. The bed was turned down, but he wasn’t covered. She scurried to put out the light, then dragged her feet to bed.
He said nothing. When she sat on the edge, he gently pulled her down into his arms.
The night was warm, the curtains snapping in the breeze coming through the windows. Even a sheet would be too hot, but she needed the security of being covered.
He wouldn’t let her. He rolled his naked body half on top of hers, ran his fingers gently through her hair over and over again until she sighed and let him.
Then it was morning.
She remembered.
67
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Bout time.
I feel like I missed a part where Trey got over himself. Sure, he’s getting Marina over herself, but that wasn’t the only issue.
It was in Kresge’s, where she pointed out that he’d never given her anything. He realized he could get over himself by focusing on giving her pleasure to his satisfaction.
Hmm, I seem to recall him not being altogether pleased with Marina’s behavior – the duality of it. And wasn’t he the one saying sex would mess up the friendship???
He painted himself into a corner and he was just going to have to bulldoze his way through it. I mean, it HAD to happen at some point. He’d already thought about drugging her to do it, then she pops up with the idea, so it was peak derp time.
Maybe she should just do it so many times it became normal. After all, she’d also been taught that sinning over and over made you crave more sin and …
Everything’s uncomfortable and feels wrong when it’s new.
Having fun. All the time.
Uh oh.
Not wrong.
Every saint has a past; every sinner has a future.
Excellent writing, MoJo!
I’ve often wondered what it feels like for the ladies. It feels pretty damn good for the man.
Thank you! Men aren’t known for their ability to write sex to a woman’s satisfaction. 😉
You’re telling me that Strokin’ the Love Muffin doesn’t resonate?
Next you’ll try to tell me that Penthouse Forum isn’t real.
I can’t believe it happened to me …
So I was working graveyards at a gas station that was next door to a motel. One night, I got a phone call and it was a heavy breather who started telling me this dirty story. I listened. Finally, he stopped talking and I was expected to say something, so I said, “Your storytelling needs a little work. Your character development is lacking and your plot is nonexistent.” He started laughing and said he was on a business trip and was bored and couldn’t sleep, and thought he’d try this out for his own amusement. We chatted a bit, and that was that. I hope his storytelling got better.
“I cant jack off to some critical english major”
CLICK
Srsly.
“You have to understand, I’m in the middle of Hamlet.”
“Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners?”
HAWT.
He wasn’t that fast on the draw.
“Who’s Hamlet?”
“you mean like a tiny pig?”
“…only her body was the shell and she felt every sharp little blow of its sharp little beak.”
Well, its not called a pecker for nuthin’.
“She wished there were a way for it to make her forget only the stuff she wanted to forget.”
Memories are a terrible thing to waste
Thanks, Moj, this is the kind of stuff we could only get in a plain wrapper in the Good Ol’ Days. It ain’t your Mom’s Harlequin paper back, I don’t think.
Oh 4×20, this is MILD, dare I say, sweet. Not quite fade-to-black, but I don’t do fade-to-black. Marina’s character doesn’t allow for anything more than sweet.
this is MILD
No shit. On a scale of your least graphic book to your most graphic book, where would you rate this book, and the pirate book?
Needs fewer cods; more cunte
This book, 1/10; pirate book 9/10. Knight book also 9/10.
Nothing I have on the market beats the smut I wrote *as smut**on purpose* but that will never see the light of day.
Better than my CL ads?
Then again, I wrote those with the intention of creating smut. I was only funny to lure them in,
Pirate book has asphyxiation. So there’s that.
I never understood that.
/whatevermakesyou happy
If I only wrote about things I actually understand, I wouldn’t write rich people.
Didn’t work for Kung Fu
Or Anthony Bourdain
Or did it? They took “la petite mort” to a much….[dons sunglasses] grander level.
SLD- Bourdain evidently OD’d. I was thinking about the guy from INXS.
Guess that’s how he got his…..KICK
David Carradine.
In my pirates’ case, my hero pulls my heroine’s corset laces a bit too tight.
Bourdain hung himself, just not while flogging the dolphin.
Yeah, Bourdain hung himself over an unfaithful girlfriend half his age. He was a troubled man.
Ive had that girlfriend, and for obvious reasons it was fun while it lasted.
I’d never hang myself- Im already hung.
We be Firstin’ Firstin’ Firstin’
Firstin’ Firstin’ Firstin’
AAAHHH -YAAAAA
thot
You’re a bitch, Brittany
Sorry for this Mojeaux, but:
test.
Lima Charlie
Yay smut!
(Phone kept trying to make that “shut”. No, phone, I have been using that word long before you came along.)
And i love that last line. Because of course she does.
Wait, this is smut? I thought it was a 1930’s gangster story. Maybe I should read it after all.
Pfffft. This is not smut. This is a sweet little romance that happens to have gangsters in it.
Oh, well that sucks.
That’s what he said.
Ding dong, LaPierre is gone.
https://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/breaking-wayne-lapierre-resigns-on-eve-of-civil-corruption-trial/
NRA has done as much for gun rights as the AARP has done for old people.
OT: update on the cat story from this morning:
We went over to some church friends’ house for dinner and cards, and we mentioned that we lost our cat. Turns out they were up at church the day before and saw a cat there that met the description. Given that we were only 15 minutes down the road, I drove down to church and called the cat’s name. Sure enough, she meowed and started walking out from between the AC compressors at the back of the building.
Long story short, the cat rode in the undercarriage of our van for the 40 minute trip from our home to our church, hopped out while we were in the building, spent the next day volunteering as entertainment at the food pantry they host on Thursday, and chilled there all of Friday until I found her. We had written the cat off, but she’s back home now, and none the worse except for the empty belly (which we rectified).
Cats are insane.
I’m glad that situation had a happy ending!
Yay!
Much better update.
Is it just where I work that you can’t even get new employees to show up, for the most part? On top of being unreliable, they’re just untrustworthy little shits?
No, it’s not just your workplace. It’s a generation that just doesn’t “get” the work ethic thing that most of us internalized years ago.
Is it because of participation trophies? Helicopter parenting? COVID? I don’t know, but for whatever reason, many (certainly not all) workers,i including professionals with STEM degrees, consider showing up to work to be a favor they’re doing for society. And even when they do show up, some just ignore assignments and spend time on something else that they like better. And then they.come to me as their manager wanting to know when their next pay raise and promotion will be!?!
In a word, entitlement.
We have a recent employee I’ll admit was hired in above me to a position I’ve more than earned (female) multipole times over.
She has missed more time than I have in the entire 7 years I’ve worked where I work already. She is a pathological liar. And now I’ve caught her committing time theft.
The mindset to come into a new job and to miss work like this with zero shame is astonishing to me. And employers allow it. Like, what happened to probationary periods?
She actually Firsts.
It’s not new. I worked for Manpower as a temp, one job that I’d been at a couple days got a new temp “Charlie” worked about 2-3 hours, asked what time we had lunch. I told him, whatever it was, Charlie said he was going up front to get a drink, about 10:30-11. Foreman cam by, asked about “Charlie”, he never came back from his drink. Got a 1/2 days pay, Oh, yeah, I got hired permanently. That’s 40 years ago. I had a lot of those types later when I was managing. We had a probationary period too, many couldn’t handle it.
One of my favorite jobs was as a temp. Test driving electric fork trucks in the engineering dept for a manufacturer. I would run two different models on test courses, take readings, and then take a break while a second driver did the same thing. All day long. Unsupervised.
“Kids these days” stories are timeless, every generation thinks the next one is lazy and stupid.
Nope. It’s everywhere.
I find it comical how the media is trying to act like Pat McAfee created some big issue for ESPN because Aaron Rodgers took a shot at Jimmy Kimmel of all people. Like, seriously, where the fuck is Jimmy Kimmel going to go where he’s going to be more grossly overpaid than he already is?
Despite being on the afternoon on a cable network, McAfee draws in half a million viewers a day. It’s a younger audience that is far, far more loyal to him than anyone on this planet is to Jimmy fucking Kimmel.
And the media pretending that there’s no connection between Epstein and Kimmel can fuck right off.
1. I’d wager hard cash that the two had met at some point.
2. Kimmel is BFF’s with Epstein’s personal chef turned informant/snitch. Kimmel was hanging out with a guy who witnessed the abuse of young girls.
3. What Rodgers said was rather vague. There’s absolutely no basis for a defamation case.
Rodgers refused to take the experimental Covid vaccine and thus earned the ire of certain segments of the Fauci is the Science crowd. So the media would love to “bring down” Rodgers.
Kimmel is an unfunny piece of shit.
Pat McAfee has earned a loyal audience by providing quality content, including his own commentary and good interviews.
As I like to say on the Packer board I frequent, Rodgers committed Coronavirus Thought crime. And the general thought is that they get to gang up on anybody who doesn’t hew to The Science(TM) while criticizing them is beyond the pale.
Contrast this with the Gary Lineker affair, where the media’s attitude was that free speech must not have consequences for the goodthinkful.
For whatever reason, I zonked out after work yesterday. So I missed dinner.
I guess it’s steak for breakfast today.
I went to bed fairly early (for me,) woke up in the wee hours, couldn’t get back to sleep, and finally got hungry, so I’m sitting here eating peanuts. (With, of course, a cat on my lap.)
Insomnia, DOES suck, doesn’t it?
Sometimes I get a lot done when I can’t fall asleep.
The tradeoff is sometimes the bill comes due.
I haven’t ruled out going back to bed, so I haven’t made my usual weekend chai latte, but I don’t want to just lie there and/or toss and turn.
I’m debating between painting and writing.
I’ve given myself a deadline of when I finish breakfast to make up my mind.
Well, screw it. I just made myself a mug of chai latte. I’ll take a nap later.
I just finished breakfast. Now I have to make up my mind.
How does Snoopy taste?
Morning, Ted.
Obligatory EWWWWWWW!!!!!
Sally’s a blanket-muncher.
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Local radar claims it’s snowing here, but I can’t see any sign of it by the light of our lamppost or the neighbor’s street light.
I’ve put in my shift register article. It’s a bit chunky.
I don’t suppose it would lend itself to being a multi-part post?
Not cleanly.
Don’t buy her a motorcycle, Trey!
Mornin’, reprobates, and UCS.
Why am I awake at this ungodly hour on a Saturday?
No clue.
Did you have an appointment?
Personally, I’m up right now because I drank too much, too early and woke up too dehydrated…Pedialyte is a godsend.
Good morning to you people. And good afternoon to Pie.
☕😃
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AAlolWDRXLM
🎶🎶
Nice rack.
Nice rack
The perfect accompaniment to the latest chapter in the adventures of Trey.
suh’ fam
whats goody yo
It’s snowing.
Looks like the snow is back on! I wish they would make up their minds.