SM Monthly Submission - Vibrator
Title: No Escape
Author: Arabian Red
Theme: Vibrator
Genre: Adult
Version: AR
Rating: NC-17 on the safe side
Notes: Prequel to Forbidden, although technically I wrote it after.
Rei knew it was wrong, oh so wrong, which was why it needed to stop. Why she had insisted it stop. He was her sworn enemy, one she had vowed to destroy countless times. How could something so wrong feel so good? Ever since she had started avoiding him, she felt as if she were a junkie suffering from withdrawal. Every inch of her body craved his touch, craved his kisses. Rei shuddered as desire coursed through her like electricity. She thought about the way his lips had crushed hers, the way they left a trail of hickeys along her neck. He had kissed her everywhere, his lips rough and demanding. He was never a gentle lover-he knew what he wanted, and he claimed it. She hated him for being so irresistible. She hated herself for melting each time he touched her. She hated herself for liking the way he would thrust into her-hard, swift, and deep. She hated herself for the way her body seemed to be made for him, the way he filled her. She hated herself for being so damn weak.
How could she be a senshi if she could not even fend off the enemy?
Sooner or later, the other girls would discover her secret, and then she knew she would never be able to show her face again. How would she explain it to them? How would they ever forgive her? Rei shut her eyes, as she tried to force his bewitching face out of her mind. When she was not battling youma with the other girls and trying her best to make sure he did not corner her, she had begun to daydream as often as Usagi. Just the other day, Ami had asked her a question while her mind had wandered off to their latest affair, and Rei had flushed scarlet. Thankfully, she had been able to make up some sort of excuse that the girls seemed to buy, for now. But Rei was not going to push her luck.
After every tryst, she was always sore, always had some mark to hide from the other girls. The soreness she could get away with, as often times, the other girls were sore after a hard battle. But the hickeys … there was no explaining them. It had to end. There was no other way but to conquer this addiction and rid herself of him. She would wean herself off the sex, like a junkie would be weaned off his addiction. She would conquer this disease, if it was the last thing she ever did.
She grabbed the dildo that had been sitting at the side of her bed and thrust it inside her, in the same rough and forceful manner that mimicked his movements. Hard, swift, and deep. Her arm jerked with each movement, and her moans filled her bedroom. She imagined that instead of a sex toy, he was the one inside her, the one who was going to fuck her senseless, like he did every single time. Oftentimes, more than once. He seemed insatiable, and that made him all the more irresistible. She shut her eyes and found herself drowning in her last memory of him. She went faster. Harder. Faster.
Rei could feel the pleasure peaking, and her moans seemed to echo her movements. Yet as she hit her peak, it was nothing like the real thing. It was far too brief, and no where near as intense. She pulled the imitation out of her and tossed it aside, disgusted and dissatisfied. Damn him for making her this way. Damn him for reducing her to this pitiful state. Damn him for making her incapable of deriving pleasure, even as she had attempted to fuck herself senseless, in the same way he always claimed her.
She turned to stare at the other object on her dresser, the one she had left untouched for as long as she could. The pink vibrator stared back at her, twinkling in the candle light, and even now, her face flushed as shame flooded her. She had vowed she would only use it under extreme circumstances. She was not even sure what had compelled her to buy it, except she had overheard a few girls talking about how it worked wonders, about how they had never experienced anything better.
She doubted they had ever experienced Jadeite. Yet, she found her fingers creeping closer to the device, as her desire to be satisfied began to overwhelm her shame and embarrassment. She needed to purge him from her system, like how one would flush out an unwanted substance.
Her fingers closed around the vibrator-she would conquer this, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Author: Arabian Red
Theme: Vibrator
Genre: Adult
Version: AR
Rating: NC-17 on the safe side
Notes: Prequel to Forbidden, although technically I wrote it after.
Rei knew it was wrong, oh so wrong, which was why it needed to stop. Why she had insisted it stop. He was her sworn enemy, one she had vowed to destroy countless times. How could something so wrong feel so good? Ever since she had started avoiding him, she felt as if she were a junkie suffering from withdrawal. Every inch of her body craved his touch, craved his kisses. Rei shuddered as desire coursed through her like electricity. She thought about the way his lips had crushed hers, the way they left a trail of hickeys along her neck. He had kissed her everywhere, his lips rough and demanding. He was never a gentle lover-he knew what he wanted, and he claimed it. She hated him for being so irresistible. She hated herself for melting each time he touched her. She hated herself for liking the way he would thrust into her-hard, swift, and deep. She hated herself for the way her body seemed to be made for him, the way he filled her. She hated herself for being so damn weak.
How could she be a senshi if she could not even fend off the enemy?
Sooner or later, the other girls would discover her secret, and then she knew she would never be able to show her face again. How would she explain it to them? How would they ever forgive her? Rei shut her eyes, as she tried to force his bewitching face out of her mind. When she was not battling youma with the other girls and trying her best to make sure he did not corner her, she had begun to daydream as often as Usagi. Just the other day, Ami had asked her a question while her mind had wandered off to their latest affair, and Rei had flushed scarlet. Thankfully, she had been able to make up some sort of excuse that the girls seemed to buy, for now. But Rei was not going to push her luck.
After every tryst, she was always sore, always had some mark to hide from the other girls. The soreness she could get away with, as often times, the other girls were sore after a hard battle. But the hickeys … there was no explaining them. It had to end. There was no other way but to conquer this addiction and rid herself of him. She would wean herself off the sex, like a junkie would be weaned off his addiction. She would conquer this disease, if it was the last thing she ever did.
She grabbed the dildo that had been sitting at the side of her bed and thrust it inside her, in the same rough and forceful manner that mimicked his movements. Hard, swift, and deep. Her arm jerked with each movement, and her moans filled her bedroom. She imagined that instead of a sex toy, he was the one inside her, the one who was going to fuck her senseless, like he did every single time. Oftentimes, more than once. He seemed insatiable, and that made him all the more irresistible. She shut her eyes and found herself drowning in her last memory of him. She went faster. Harder. Faster.
Rei could feel the pleasure peaking, and her moans seemed to echo her movements. Yet as she hit her peak, it was nothing like the real thing. It was far too brief, and no where near as intense. She pulled the imitation out of her and tossed it aside, disgusted and dissatisfied. Damn him for making her this way. Damn him for reducing her to this pitiful state. Damn him for making her incapable of deriving pleasure, even as she had attempted to fuck herself senseless, in the same way he always claimed her.
She turned to stare at the other object on her dresser, the one she had left untouched for as long as she could. The pink vibrator stared back at her, twinkling in the candle light, and even now, her face flushed as shame flooded her. She had vowed she would only use it under extreme circumstances. She was not even sure what had compelled her to buy it, except she had overheard a few girls talking about how it worked wonders, about how they had never experienced anything better.
She doubted they had ever experienced Jadeite. Yet, she found her fingers creeping closer to the device, as her desire to be satisfied began to overwhelm her shame and embarrassment. She needed to purge him from her system, like how one would flush out an unwanted substance.
Her fingers closed around the vibrator-she would conquer this, if it was the last thing she ever did.