[FM] hatefacefucking at the comedy show, a love letter

*A few days til I can post. No problem. Maybe it will give me more time to regain lucidity and delete this all.*—

“I can’t make decisions for you,” you said. Fine. I gave my phone to my friends and told them to make it instead. They fumbled with it.

“You need a fucking iPhone,” Kim lamented.

“God, who even uses an Android anymore?” Skye grabbed the phone from Kim.

“It’s a MOTOROLA,” I cried. A Motorola that belonged to my boyfriend.

“No more Josh,” Skye concluded, handing me back the phone. “Deleted, blocked, and out of your life.”

I groaned into the blanket, clutching the bottle of Bombay Blue that I wasn’t able to choke down.

“Thank you. But I want him.”

“He gets off on seeing you play the game,” Kim said, rubbing my arm. “This is what men do.”

“Plus, he’s probably ugly anyway.” Skye laughed. “After all, after seeing that other guy, I don’t know if I trust your taste…” She was talking about the boy we had walked by in the cafeteria, who I had sucked off two years ago, and who was SUPPOSED to be far away in Philly.

“He’s not handsome in the same way that Emmett is.” I tried to think about my boyfriend instead.

“Elena. Nobody on this entire goddamn planet is as handsome as Emmett.”

“True. But… he has the sexiest fucking voice I’ve ever heard.” I rolled over and groaned.

They all laughed.

“Come watch Dance Moms. And put the bottle down, you know you don’t drink.”

———

“I don’t know,” I told Penny the next morning. “I was confronted with all three Horseman of my own personal apocalypse yesterday, and they’re all the kind of guys who would go to this. And in the same neighborhood, too.”

“The chances are so, so low. It’s a Friday night. There are hundreds of comedy shows in this area alone, not even mentioning the entire city..”

I knew how badly she wanted to see this show. We’d been talking about it for weeks.

“Fuck it, ok. Just don’t leave me alone, alright?” I grimaced.

“Of course not.” We hung up.

———————

*‘Josh’-*

*I made a decision.*

*You came back into my life and it only took three days to demolish my resolve. I’m confused and lost and upset and unbearably, undeniably horny.*

Y*ou want to fuck me? You get off on imagining me cumming to the thought of you while fucking my husband? Fine. That’s fine.*

*But you’re never going to be able to. You’re going to have to imagine how silky and smooth and warm I am, try to recreate the feeling of my pussy pulling you in.. Dream about that time you fucked me without a condom and almost broke me in half. About how I’ve submitted to you completely, been the best little slut.*

*Read this while you’re walking the dog with the old-man name. Read this while you’re in line at Trader Joes asking employees where the cauliflower is and buying mochi rolls. Read this in public and wear sweatpants and feel your cock harden, and check your reflection in every window you pass to make sure it isn’t obvious even though it is. Think about it when you’re trying to write something professional and serious to add to your resume.*

*You want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you harder.*

*But you’ve said I’ve always been a tease, and I’m going to live up to the name. I’m going to write about you, and if you want me to keep being a good slut then you’re going to have to write about me as well.*

*Ilovehateyou,*

‘Elena’.

———

*I’m a block away.’*

*Yay!! Meet you out front.*

I was happy to see Penny again. It had been a long time, and she’d been so stressed out with school. Like all of my friends, she was struggling with balancing how to be an artist and make a living, and it was taking its toll. Only twenty one, she already had streaks of silver in her black hair. She looked so cute, as always, with her barrettes and a necklace that dangled with a glass charm in the shape of a bunny.

Ironically enough, one of the last times I had been to a show was with Josh. The comic was miserable, and it ended up being one of the best nights of my life.

Only 7pm, the stage was still empty and everyone was mingling in the garden. There was the cartoonist who I’d always had a crush on but never been able to muster up the courage to talk to, the girl who draws zines of the weirdest tattoos she sees on the subway, the old guy who draws comics based off of Catullus, and about sixty struggling artists cradling their beers in the cold.I felt a little out of place, but I was having a good time with Penny. She was excited to try to network with some other freelancers, and I was just hoping to make it through the night without seeing anyone I knew.

So much for that.

Penny caught sight of one of her favorite illustrators, and I told her that she should go say hi. “Ok! I’ll be right back though. I promise. Do I look okay? Ok, ok. I’m going.” And she cut through the crowd.

I stood alone at the table, looking at the people around me. I took out the crumpled piece of scrap paper in my pocket and started to sketch the scene. The garden was beautiful, if a little crowded, and fairy lights twinkled on the fence. When you’re drawing from life, you should spend even more time observing than with your pen to the paper, and I was doing a lot of observing.

A lady with a Dropkick Murphys shirt. A group of Egirls. One or two couples on a date. A giant spider puppet hanging from the ceiling. Some people had brought their dogs.

And then, in a miserable twist of fate, there you fucking were.

Dark hair. Deep eyes. Tall. Infuriating, as always.

There was a girl next to you, cuter than me and wearing a sexier outfit. I tried not to feel envious of the way I knew she was going to get to enjoy you tonight. Before I knew it, I was walking in your direction.

*Don’t do this*, I thought to myself. *It’s not going to end well*. But I couldn’t stop.

You didn’t register that it was me until I was inches away from your face. You’re never, ever shocked. Everything is unsurprising to you. But for the first time in my life, I saw your eyes widen.

“Can I borrow him for a minute?” I wasn’t asking her, and I didn’t break eye contact with you. Before either of you could respond, I’d yanked you away. I didn’t know where I was going, and I walked through the garden and out of the dark storefront, ignoring the ticket girl threatening no reentry.

We were halfway around the corner before I really felt your hand on mine. Now that we were off of the avenue, the streets were dark. The only light was from a dismal, unmaintained streetlamp. The smell of cigarette smoke and weed floated through the night.

“Hey.” You grinned. “What’s up?”

“I fucking hate you.” The words barely escaped my mouth and I was already kissing you, standing on my tiptoes, absolutely breathless as I lost all self control. All the emotions I had hidden and repressed and ignored, they all flooded me at once. All the wanting I’d ever felt had overtaken me completely. You kissed me back, already grabbing my ass.

It had been two years since we’d seen each other. Your hair had gotten a bit longer. I had gotten a lot uglier. In the dark, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.

“Mm.” You mumbled. “I know you do.”

I bit your lip to keep you from laughing. “Shut up.”

We devoured each other.“I thought you liked my voice?” Your eyes glinted, and my indignation grew. I just grunted as I lunged at your neck.

In a flash, you spun me around and pinned me against the brick wall. You loomed over me and the weight of what I had just done started to settle in. Frightened, I realized we weren’t kissing anymore.

“Answer me.” Your face was dark. You weren’t smiling.

“answer.. answer what?” I trembled.

“Don’t you like my voice?” Leaning in, you whispered in my ear. “Doesn’t it make you wet when I laugh at you? Doesn’t your pussy clench up when you remember how little control you actually have?”

My heartbeat was all I could hear. I was frozen. I hated it when you pinpointed exactly what it was that I was feeling, and yet I loved it all the same.

You kissed my neck and shifted to the other side. “Never mind. You don’t have to answer. I know it does.” And you laughed. That fucking laugh.

“No,” I lied. “It doesn’t.” I tried my best to feign courage, but my voice still wavered.

“No?” You were nibbling on my earlobe and I felt your hands on my thighs. “You promise?”

I fell silent again. I wanted to run, but my hands were wrapped around your waist. Your fingertips were inching closer, under the hem of my skirt now, closer to where I never should have let you go. “Let’s find out then.”

In a rapid movement before I could protest, you slid your hand all the way up my thigh and rested on my pussy. The thin cloth of my underwear was completely soaked and my wetness had spread. You smirked, tracing your fingers around the edge of my panties before bringing them up to show me. Even in the darkness, they glistened.

“Fucking drenched. And I haven’t even touched it yet.” You shoved your fingers back up and slid them over my still-clothed pussy, lightly tracing my clit. I shuddered.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes. Touch it.”

Then you stopped. I bucked against you desperately, but your hands had already retreated.

“Keep going,” I hissed.

“Admit it then.” You were taunting me, knowing that I wanted and didn’t want this all at the same time.

“Admit what?” I tried to repress my stutter.

“That your little pussy is soaked for me, just from my voice.” I could tell you weren’t going to relent, and there was no way to escape. I gave in.

“I’m soaked, Daddy. Just listening to you did this to me.” Satisfied, you expertly maneuvered around my panties and plunged your index and middle fingers inside me. Your thumb rubbed my clit, sending little sparks of electricity through my core.

“That’s right, babygirl.” I rubbed the bulge in your jeans, slow and firm. Your hands shifted to my tits, and you began to tease my nipples with your fingers, wet with my own cum. Pulling you closer, I grabbed your waist while I grinded against you. The rough denim felt incredible on my sensitive skin, and when my clit grazed the metal of your zipper I gasped. You were gentle enough not to hurt me, but rough enough to make me want you even more.

You traced circles around my nipples with the tip of your tongue and fingers, and I felt like I would melt right then and there. I ground harder against you, feeling your rock hard cock straining to reach me.

“Take it in your mouth,” I managed to beg. “Please, suck my nipples.” You teased me, flicking them lightly, and I moaned.

“You fucking asshole. I need more.” Finally, you obliged, sucking and lightly grazing them with your teeth. You pinched my other nipple, twisting it ever so slightly, and I yelped.

It was dark enough outside that I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing, and I somehow managed to unzip your jeans and free your cock despite feeling like I was about to collapse. You moaned into my tits, making them vibrate. I felt myself dripping onto my shoes. Pushing you off of me, I dropped to a squat. We rotated and you leaned against the wall, looking down at me.

Your eyes bore into mine. I put my mouth against your cock but didn’t let my lips touch it; it twitched under my warm breath as I gently explored your balls with my fingertips.

Careful not to let my tongue have any contact, I opened wide and slid your dick as deep inside my mouth as I could until it hit the back of my throat.

I stared up at you, eyes wide and begging, waiting for permission. Waiting for a command.

“Suck my cock.”

I closed my lips and swirled my tongue around your length, getting it nice and wet, before beginning to facefuck myself. I paid special attention to the tip, suctioning it with light kisses while flicking under the head with my tongue. I gently pulled and squeezed on your balls, and when my hand was wet enough to jack you off I slid lower and took one of them in my mouth. With one hand I stroked your length and with the other I played with your balls, soaking wet from the spit that had collected at the base of your giant cock.

Getting back at you for before, I took away my hands and slowly nuzzled my nose into your base, kissing lower and lower as lightly as I could until my tongue finally reached your asshole. You tasted like heaven. Hands in my hair, you pulled and grabbed at me, begging me to continue. I only rimmed you for a few seconds before I felt the need to have you in my mouth again, and I took your cock once more between my lips, bobbing against you until I found the perfect rhythm.

“You’re such a good fucking slut,” you encouraged. Grabbing hold of me tight, you started to thrust into me harder until I couldn’t breathe. You held me tightly, impaling me as far as you could, before finally letting go, discarding me like a used ragdoll. I choked and gasped for air.

My knees scraped the sidewalk and I was brought back to reality as my phone started buzzing, shrieking against the cement sidewalk. It was Penny.

*Where r you??* She had texted.

“I don’t have much time,” I said flatly. “She’s probably going to call the cops soon if I don’t go back.”

I got to my feet, and typed out a quick response.

*Just a few minutes!! Sorry!!*

When I looked up, I didn’t see you. Then I heard rustling and looked down- and your head was underneath my skirt. Oh god. I was in an alley at night and I had my old lover between my legs while my friends waited inside and my partner was at home. This wasn’t happening.

“No, no-“ I tried to stop you, but you were kissing my inner thighs and I could no longer make a sound.

“You want me to stop? I don’t have to do this.” Your voice was muffled. You licked around my pussy lips, slipping your tongue just ever so slightly under the edge of my panties.

“No, Daddy. I don’t.” I pulled your head towards me the same way you had done earlier with mine, and your mouth opened wide. You sucked on each of my lips, swirling around my clit with your index finger. There was no friction at all as you inserted two fingers inside me with your left hand.I moaned for you, using one hand to steady myself on your head and the other to bite on in order to keep me from screaming. I heard- and felt- you chuckle softly, knowing that you had me completely under your control.

“You’re such a perfect fucking whore for Daddy.” I crumbled as you sucked on my clit, giving it attention like it hadn’t had in months, ravenously lapping at me to keep my wetness from escaping. Your fingers pumped in and out of me, curling ever so slightly. I began to throb even harder.

“Josh, I’m going to cum soon.” I was grasping onto your hair for dear life, my knees quivering. You felt me clench around your fingers, and you wished it was your cock that I was gripping. In a moment that made me hate you more than I ever have before, you withdrew your hand and stood up.

“No. Neither of us are cumming tonight.” You shook some excess wetness off your fingers and casually rubbed your face with your sleeve.

“What?? You can’t do that to me!” I was shocked. I knew you were evil, but I never knew you were Satan himself.

“Yes, I can. I can do“ -you caressed my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness- “anything I fucking want.”

——

Back inside the club, Penny looked frantic.

“Where were you? Oh my god. I thought something had happened!”

Well.. something did happen. But I wasn’t about to tell her what.

“Just got distracted,” I said. “Do you know a place where I can wash my hands?”

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