Our Voices, So Sweet...

With doors secured, windows locked, and curtains unfolded to bar any patch of light from entering, I sat in the middle of my room. My attention was focused on the film. As there was no source of light other than the screen of my television, my senses were heightened to their fullest. Every single movement and reaction of the cast was caught by my sharpened sight and all recorded on my notepad. When the film finished, I automatically turned on the lights and searched for the next disk. But before that, I was unable to ignore the mess that I call ?bedroom?. My room is undeniably big but, despite that, both my floor and my bed was already occupied by mountains of my research papers, book references, and magazines. All pertains to pornography and the like.Tired and deprived of sleep, I rubbed my eyes and reflected on what on earth led me to this troublesome scenario. Then it came to me: it?s been four months since Myra and I officially became lovers. All is well ? she loves me and I love her too. But her sex drive was off the roof. As long as we are together, she never misses finding a way to harass me like a toy and force me to commit indecent acts whenever and wherever possible. I don?t know whether it was caused by her conservative upbringing or an attitude resulting from her disability that rendered most of her social skills suppressed. But there was just no way to stop her. Such a thing is not really much of a problem as I too have an above average desire for indecency ? thanks to my prim and proper indoctrination. But the real problem comes from the fact that I am the only one getting fiddled. No matter how many times I tried, I just could not find a way to be the one taking the lead. Instead, Myra was always the dominant one. Forcing my back against the wall, tickle torture, nibbles in the neck, love bites on my shoulder, and even denial of orgasm? she did it all on me. For four months straight, not a single time have I managed to retaliate. And that is beginning to make me feel insecure about myself. Is this really normal for couples? Is she being abusive already? Or I am just too submissive? Those questions are getting on my nerves. But one thing will surely put an end to this; I need to assert myself. And thus, I found a new and profound passion in researching the science of sexuality, sensuality, and seduction. All for the goal of laying my mark, I immersed myself into the limelight of the erotic world. At first, I limited my research to actual scientific books that discussed the biological, psychological, and sociological factors that decides who will top who in bed and how to reverse it. But my discontentment got the better of me and I began to amass a fortune of pornographic material from cheap magazines to bad pornographic films, even up to forum posts on the net.I culminated mountains of data that I thoroughly studied at the cost of many sleepless nights, unhealthy diet of sugar and energy supplements, and an insane amount of dedication to see my girlfriend finally being the submissive one. Picking up the special papers, I pinned them on my walls and stared at each one. Every bit of information was recorded, interpreted, and formulated in such a way that even I was impressed by my work. But in the center of this wall of papers, a photo of Myra was pinned ? reminding me of the beauty that I shall soon defile. Then, with a smile twisted by my vile intent, I began to chuckle. ?My plan is perfect?? I said heinously as my grin slowly revealed its fangs. I began to shake with excitement. As my impure thoughts began to corrupt my soul, Myra?s image flashed in my head. So pure, so unchallenged, and so unaware of how I will soon break her facade. ?Just you watch, my love?? I cooed, menacingly, as I caressed her photo with my finger. Then I kissed her image on the wall before falling back fall onto the bed, tired but hardly able to wait for my plans to finally bloom. OoO On the next Sunday, we agreed to see the movies. I arrived at the meeting place strategically in order to review the plans that I have to install. I pulled my tablet out of the bag and reread the data again.If we are to interpret our skills and experience, it is only natural for me to always fall prey to her advancements. All my life, I've lived a sheltered life and the only thing I know about the world are whatever it is that's written in the book. Myra, on the other hand, may have been born without a voice but she enjoyed an entire lifespan?s worth of catering to various attitudes and personalities. Her strong sense of humor and family made things a whole lot more favorable to her as well. For someone so social, the landscape of love would be just a walk in the park. It is a complete defeat on my side unless I use my own skills to my advantage ? my academic skills. If my research is correct, while every culture in the world has their own unique views about sexuality, they all share one thing in common: acts of intimacy are preferred to be kept in private. Laughter is welcomed, mourning is normal, and frustration is tolerated. But when it comes to lovers, they are socially bound to avoid being too sweet with each other. As of yet, no biological answer was found but I am confident that I know enough to use this psychological loophole to my advantage From my reverie, I was instantly returned back to reality when I heard a snap of a finger right in front of my face. Startled, I quickly replaced my tablet back in my handbag before looking at my assailant?who turns out to be Myra. She was dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans. Yo, she greeted, her sign language was as cheery. Taking your job right in the middle of our date? Quite the busy bee, aren?t we??Not really,? I replied, tucking my tablet to my handbag. ?Shall we go?? With a nod, we made our way to the cinema and I resumed my train of thought. If humans are naturally hardwired to shy away from the showing affection in public, then it only stands to reason that the last place a person will be seduced by her partner is in public. And that is where I can make my move. If we sat in the farthest chair, we could be 'invisible' to the crowds. Then, by distracting her with a romantic movie, I can make a move on her. If I time it right at the climax of the story, Çukurambar escort bayan her endorphin level will be so high that she has no choice but to redirect her fascination with the show unto my sexual advancements. It has to be done in a way that is slow enough for her to dismiss any danger but not too slow that it will go unnoticed. When we reached the ticket booth, I knew that there was no going back. Breathing in, I said to myself, ?It?s time.? OoO As the movie played out on the screen, I tightly held onto my handkerchief as I wiped away the tears that flowed from my eyes. Sniffling every minute, my emotion was conveyed in the image of my eyes that were reddened sore and a cloth that was drenched by my tears. Held spellbound by the film, the beatings of my heart echoed heavy within my chest as I grieve for the characters and the life that treated them so cruelly. But these feelings were suddenly broken when Myra touched me on the shoulder. Not minding my swollen eyes, she presented her phone to me and written on the blindingly white screen was the single most disrespectful sentence I've ever read: I?m bored. Can we go elsewhere?Though I was still weakened by the influence of the film, I could feel my veins suddenly tensing up just by the insulting words she'd made me read. The sudden mood whiplash was completely unexpected and it hit me hard. ?But this is such a great show? I pleaded, respectfully. She answered with a sigh. It?s not. It?s extremely cliché, she wrote on her phone. Just look at how at many people came to see it.?I looked around and she?s right. There was barely anyone around. I can see only five people, scattered throughout - none nearby. But still, I don?t want to abandon something that I started, especially when I enjoy it very much. ?No,? I replied sternly, ?we are going to finish this no matter what." I denied her any more attempts at arguing with me and tried to go back to the film. But, after a few minutes, I realized that Myra?s words have completely broken the magic. The enchantment is no longer there. I refused to believe it, though and kept my hopes up that she would be proven wrong. That is until Myra bugged me again by presenting me her phone: I?m bored. Can we have sex? In that moment, everything that I planned came crashing down on me. Locked between the shock of forgetting my goal and Myra?s outrageous request, I was stunned. Before I could even formulate a reply, Myra made her move, placing a hand down to my legs. ?H-hey!? I yelped, trying to be as quiet as I could. I looked around again to check if there?s anyone who had heard me. Obviously impossible but my natural fear raised my alarm. In resistance, I grabbed her hand tightly, then whispered, ?S-stop? But, with one hand, she typed on her phone again. Please.?Are you insane?? I replied, cautiously, before letting go of her hand. Funny to imagine that this was my original goal!Instead of doing what I said, she clasped her hands together and made a pleading gesture. The bright light on the screen made her puppy eyes shine brilliantly and revealed lips that were curved in an alluring smile. Taken aback, I hesitated to give up and tried to move away but she only leaned closer with her begging eyes. Then, with a loud exhale, I gave in. ?Alright,? I whispered, and her ears perked in excitement. I took a second glance at our place just to be sure that we were truly far away in the distance. ?But I want to keep watching the film. Got it?? She did not even bother to show any sort of gratitude. Just after my approval, she immediately leaped out of her chair and knelt in front of me. Cramped in that tight space, she struggled to squeeze through by spreading my legs apart. On the other hand, I nervously turned my head around the place over and over. ?This is bad, this is bad,? I kept on repeating in a worried tone, completely regretting the approval that I'd given. Myra responded by showing me her phone. ?Act natural. We are gonna get caught with what you are doing.? Her words left me with an even greater sense of danger. I was unable to reply anymore as she pulled my skirt and hid her head underneath. As my embarrassment turned into fright, she clearly felt nothing but excitement for the indecency of her acts. Trying to keep a straight face, her hot breath against my thighs began to make me shiver from the very core. Held mesmerized by the scent of intermingled fear and libido, she savored the fragrance between my legs. Fueled by the desire to make the most of that little moment, Myra serenaded me with kisses after kisses that trailed up my legs to my thighs. Shamed in this ungraceful position, in an even more inappropriate location, by an even more twisted lover, I felt the temperature of my blood rising. But Myra seemed not to care for my opinions and turned her kisses into bold licks of her tongue against my skin. As if tasting the sweet grains of sweat that slowly precipitated from my skin, she let her tongue wander at its leisure. Aroused by the soft and damp sensation, I was forced to bite on my lips and tightly grip the edge of my chair. In the darkness of the place, her lithe fingers found their way to my crotch. Then, like unwrapping a sweet drop, she pulled my panties aside and began to claim what she desired the most. In soft and gentle motions, she traced the outer layers of my petals. Her warm tongue slid through my shivering skin, delighted by the taste of the nectar that flowed thickly from my inner core. Every swipe of her tongue made me buck in my chair, my back bent to an arch as I silenced the moans that desperately tred to escape from my lips. Unsatisfied with this simple teasing, Myra moved closer to my most sensitive bud and rubbed her tongue around it. On the first flick, a jolt coursed through my body, making me writhe in agony as she resumed the torment. Amused by my shy reactions, she toyed with me further, her tongue hastening its motions around the pearl of my petals. As if relishing a flavor most fine, she diligently licked the essence that flowed from me, careful not to miss a drop. But it wasn?t long until her own hunger began to crawl and she was led to asking for more. Without any warning, she squeezed her fingers Escort demetevler inside and watched how I reacted to the sensation of having my inner walls stretched and filled. Welcoming her familiar presence, I felt the creases and folds of my rose latching onto her, nudging her to traverse deeper into me. Unable to hold her hunger back, Myra finally marked an end to her teasing by plunging into my red bloom. With her insatiable craving to lead her way, she ravenously made her way inside me as far as her tongue could reach. Aroused beyond measure, my nectar flowed from my fissures, summoned by her shameless behavior. Driven to madness by the sweetness, Myra?s accumulated lust began to take the image of a savage predator that craves for the rawness of my flavor. Eager for more, Myra pushed her fingers inside me. The intrusion made me jump and yelp - a noise that was luckily covered by the loudness of the movie. Though my yelp was masked, it was loud enough to make Myra?s ears perk in interest. From the flashing of the screen, I was able to catch a glimpse of her lascivious smile. Letting her sadistic side come forth, Myra?s fingers began to stroke my insides with a diligence that paid no heed to the sound of my muffled cries. Tempted to break my will, she then gave my little pearl a kiss before she sucked on it, greedily. The combined might of her relentless stroking and shameless kisses on my lower lips filled my head with the resonance of surging pain and pleasure. Completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, I twisted and squirmed on the chair, powerless to stand against my lover. And as I struggled for my next breath, I felt the sensation of hot fluids that slowly flowed from my between my legs, fluids that Myra licked clean off my overheated skin. Fierce and guttural, her fingers rubbed my cavern like a beast starving for the taste most dear to it, a taste on which she so blissfully feasted. So remorseless was she , that, the next thing I knew, I began biting on my finger, trying to keep myself from releasing even the faintest of whimpers. With my eyes shut, a finger between my teeth, a small trail of saliva seeped from my lips as I tried to resist Myra?s acts.But it all fell for naught when, in a split second, I felt a string in me break. Led by the relentless sweeping of her tongue, all my nerves suddenly stiffened and my control over my own body dissolved into a vision of flashing white. Terrified beyond measure, my hands clutched my mouth so hard not even air was able to pass through. My back bent, near breaking; my legs kicked and bucked, and a scream within me threatened to tear me apart, all resulting from the primal instinct that raced through my senses in an explosive blaze. And, in these few seconds, Myra never let a single second escape without her lips capturing the warm sprinkle that I unintentionally released. Soon after, my entire weight fell on the chair. Burned out beyond belief, I sat there, heaving painfully for my next breath. Every inch of my skin was visibly quivering. My consciousness started drifting between reality and fantasy as I tried to regain my sense of identity. But before I could, I looked down and saw how Myra was still not done. As I tried to extinguish the fire that burned me through, she, on the other hand, busied herself in cleaning up the mess that she'd created. Once more, I felt her tongue against my skin, but this time, it was no longer laced with her sadism but just a polite way of showing that she'd finished her plate. When she was done, she gave it a small farewell kiss before putting my panties - now soaked - back into place. When she looked up at me, I came to see what a mess she was ? her hair was ruffled and her face was stained by my indecent fluids. Then, she stood up, leaned closer to my exhausted image, and planted a kiss on my lips - a kiss that gave me a taste of the banquet that she'd just feasted on. OoO In order to avoid the crowd, we left the premise as soon as I regained control over my legs. Myra had no problem acting all natural but I wasn?t so talented. I looked like the broken girl that I was. We settled down at a café. Never minding the onlookers, I let my head fall onto the table with a loud slam and remained still in place. The humiliation, the fear, the paranoia, the shamelessness, and most cruelly, the pleasure that I felt after indulging in such a perverted feat ? it all accumulated in my head. Perhaps it was the thrill of something new, or the guilt of doing something bad, or probably even both, but my heart was still in awe, in disbelief, that we could do such a thing. Myra nudged my shoulder but I merely said, ?No. Do not talk to me. I hate you. ? My voice echoed from the table. Not giving up, Myra then decided to blow on my ears - causing me to flinch. And lo, there she was, smiling at me. With a loud sigh, I surrendered and read her sign language .?So? what do you want to say?? I said, sourly ?What more could you say to rub salt on my wounds?? Hey! That was uncalled for. You gave me the consent, she answered, apparently shocked at my rudeness. She?s right but I am still in denial over it. ?I do feel like I went overboard, though. Then she put her tongue out and made the playful gesture of someone who made a funny but honest mistake. How do you feel anyway? ?Tired, guilty, remorseful, angry, bitter, ? I let the adjectives flow. ?And my wet underwear is making me extremely uncomfortable.? But the worst part was the feeling of crushing self-loathing. I was supposed to be on the aggressive side today. But I fell to the tricks of unexpected circumstances and now, all my plans were ruined. All that research that I'd compiled and crammed in my head?wasted. Well, I?m sorry alright. Tell you what, let?s go buy some cute clothes later to make yourself feel better. ?Sorry to tell you but, unlike most women, I have no sense of fashion at all. If you wish to make me feel better, take me to the bookst-? She slammed her hand on the table and looked at me straight into the eye. Then, she spelled out: C-L-O-T-H-E-S This won?t end well. OoO And sure enough, it didn?t. While Myra did not lie about her plans of going to the clothing store, it was not the truth either. dikmen escort Rather than leading me to a place filled with dresses and other garments, I was led into a lingerie store. I stared at rack after rack of outlandish undergarments, lacy underwear, and unnecessarily designed panties and bras. Each one of them was visited by Myra who rummaged through every hanger like a child in a toy store. Hey, don?t you think that this one is so cute? Myra laid out a lingerie that was overflowing with ribbons and beads. I dread to think how difficult it would be to wash. Well, if it could even survive a day unbroken. Myra did not bother to wait for my reply and quickly swept through the next rack. Her smile was stretched from ear to ear and a deep red blush registered on her cheeks. The only time I remember her being this active was when she overdosed on sugar and cream ? a result from her failed recipe that she swallowed with pride, literally. ?So,? I spoke, not expecting her to hear me, ?this is what you mean by ?clothing store??? She heard my remark and turned - a lingerie tucked in her hand. Now now, don?t be like that. I?ve always wanted to enter stores like this. ?And what is it that makes an underwear store special?? ?Calling lingerie underwear is a blasphemy to the world of couturières she retorted with a firm hand. A firmness that softened immediately as she placed the lingerie near her cheeks and let out a romantic sigh, as if totally hooked by the scent and texture. I?ve always wanted to enter this place but I can?t because my parents would make a great fuss about how I became mature enough to be curious about such things. But now that you?re with me, I can just put the blame on you and tell them that you bought them all for me - which you totally would, of course. ?I?m sorry, what was that?? I responded but she ignored me Hey, come and join me too. These lingerie are so adorable. She beckoned, visibly squirming in delight. Sighing with a smile, I joined her. If my pocket is on the line, then I guess it?s only fair to buy one of my own. But, as I tried to find something that would catch my fancy, a saleslady approached. ?Hi, maam,? she greeted but I did not bother to look. ?Is there something I can help you with?? ?Not much. I?m just looking around,? I replied, fiddling with the hanging sets. ?Is it your first time? I can help you in searching for one that would captivate your lover.??Arguable,? I said, not taking my eyes off the undergarments ?Lingerie, by definition, is nothing more than fancy undergarments. In a practical sense, they are not. But in terms of mental and social factors, they yield great feats in accentuating a person?s physique, making her so much more attractive to her mate, while at the same time, boosting her self-esteem.? ?Beg your pardon?? ?From that reason, the formula branches off into countless equations: kinky ones to heighten a person?s eroticism, wild themed for those who wishes to play it rough, lacy ones for the elegant, childish and adorable for the young at heart, and specialty ones designed to cement their dominance or submission. The list goes on,? I said.?Taking into account the factor of my personality, preferences, and experience, the type that suits me best are the simple, and unimpressive ones. However, under the pressure of my lover and social norms, I believe that this one would yield results satisfying enough.? I presented a bridal-style lingerie to the sales lady. ?Can I get a larger one, please?? Instead of replying, she just stared at me - both her, Myra, and a small crowd of other girls whom I'd unknowingly attracted by my rant. Unable to formulate what emotion to show, I, too, was only able to return their stare. Myra then rushed at me and forcefully dragged me by the hand until we reached the changing room. And inside, she scolded me: You should really prevent yourself from going into nerd bursts. Those words are not something that a normal person would say. There were so many onlookers; what if someone there went to our shop and recognized me? "Oh, I see. So that?s why they were looking ? unusual things are interesting." And with that, I apologized to her Good. She sighed in relief, her childish smile coming back. Whoa, I can?t believe it, she exclaimed upon seeing the lingerie that I'd forgotten to return. We got the exact same set. Different colors but they are of the same designs. ?Do not underestimate my analyzing skills,? I said, puffing my chest with an immature pride. ?I have no sense of fashion so it stands to reason that I would just take your preferences into account. And all the factors conclude that you would go for something lacy and elegant.? Amazing. I can?t wait to see you wearing it. Then my face went cold. ?Wait, what do you mean?? We are already in the changing room. We might as well try it out, right? No looking until I give the signal, okay? Then she made me turn away. As the sound of Myra?s ruffling clothes resounded in the enclosed space, I held my lingerie with a flustered face. Wearing it would not be a problem but right in front of her? I?d been with Myra for so long that I could already predict that, in at moment, I was in grave danger. To make matters worse, what we did earlier at the theater would definitely give her a boost in confidence. And what could be a more appropriate place to harass your girlfriend than in a small room with nothing but a mirror? The humiliation I suffered earlier was traumatizing enough, but any more could finally cement my role as the submissive one. If I said no, then she would just find another time. The only way to escape was to launch a pre-emptive strike ? assault her first where she least expected it. Sparking my survival instincts, I took a deep breathe, let the lingerie fall into the ground, then twisted my body to confront her once and for all? ?only to see her facing me already. ?W-what?? I stuttered, feeling my color drain from my face. Myra has already succeeded in taking off her shirt and pants but not her underwear. She stood looking at me wearing nothing but her pink bra and panties. And a strange smile as she stared at me. Nothing, she signed. I just saw you frozen and thought that I could give you a hand. Then she walked towards me and grabbed my clothes by the hem. ?I-I can do it by myself.? I tried to push her away but she was too strong and the next thing I knew, she had already unzipped my skirt - it slipped from my legs and down to the floor. So aggressive and feral that there was no mistaking it ? her body language was already giving its enticing signs.