[MF] Dangerous times with a lesbian.

**WARNING THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ASSUALT**

So no shit, there I was. Sitting in the armchair of my dimly lit studio apartment. Kimber 1911 45 caliber pistol in my right hand and my cell phone in the other. I stared at the front door, patiently awaiting, and silently cursing her expected arrival. I never envisioned this happening, but after reflecting on the previous three weeks, the red flag were numerous and ever so present.

It all started on Tinder of all places. I was living alone and the isolation from physical contact was too great to ignore after a month of extremely limited human interaction. Dating apps seemed to be the best bet at interacting with someone new. Attempting to enjoy my first foray on tinder in a long time netted far too little results and left me feeling desperate and hopeless until I came across her profile.

She was your typical bombshell, a true red bone women complete with wild dyed red hair and a septum piercing. Her profile was succinct and displayed just a hint of her humor and sarcasm. However, above all, what was hard not to notice was her sizeable chest. When we matched the attraction between us was obvious. Sparring the details of our texts, she let it be known that she recently had relocated from New York City to be closer to her mother, and that she was a lesbian. Not bisexual, not curious, but a lesbian. Also, she claimed to have currently been in two heterosexual relationships, but refused to sleep with either man involved. All of this was baffling, if not entertaining, to hear but it fit my needs perfectly. I wasn’t looking for anything serious and I remained largely doubtful anything would come of our texting.

However, we continued to talk and eventually agreed to a “work date” she would come over to my place and we agreed to sit and work on our respective projects together whilst getting to know one another. The very moment we finally met I was excited to see her. Of course her pictures flattered her, but overall she was as vivacious and salacious as I expected. Our work date didn’t last very long before we were in my bed watching Game of Thrones. I never cared for the show, but I’ll take any excuse to have a woman in bed. We cuddled up in preparation for the all too expected Netflix and chill phase.

Soon our hands and lips were all over each other and the rush of euphoria from being with someone new was taking over. She had me hard and I knew I had her extremely wet. However, this woman was aggressive. More so than I expected. Foolishly I persisted without discussing boundaries. Eager to please, I dropped down on the side of the bed so that I could access this women’s sweetest spot. She was delighted and I was met with some of the most encouragement I have ever received when eating pussy. After a decent amount of time, I reached behind the pillow for a condom.

Entering her was no easy task. I know I shouldn’t brag, but I’m well endowed and this woman was virgin level tight. She struggled to take my nine inches and it was several minutes before I found myself fully inserted and able to thrust on top of her. We had great sex, we finished and laid down. Satisfied in each other’s pleasurable moment together.

The first red flag was as we were cuddling she reached into her purse and pulled out marijuana and a bowl. As an active duty military member drugs are prohibited in my lifestyle and she knew that about me. Neither did we have a discussion regarding the use of drugs in my apartment, but I relented as a mistake on my part for not setting up the ground rules. As she smoked and got high, we watched some more GoT and drifted into a nice sleep, but not before she gave me an excruciating titty twister. Confused, bruised and angry as hell, I jumped up and asked just what the fuck did she do that for and she grinned and told me she was joking. I calmed down and shrugged it off until she did it almost immediately after I laid down. At that point, I saw this as a deranged game and I nearly moved to kick her out of my place, but I decided that was unfair of me. We both fell asleep only to awaken later and fuck a couple more times throughout the night.

Early the next morning she was out of my apartment and I was left with time to reflect. Would she be a one night stand, a friend with benefits, or relationship material? Well the latter was definitely laid to rest when she assured me she was after one thing, and one thing only….my big dick.

Thinking with the little head and not the big one, I was okay with seeing her again when our schedules allowed. Aggressive or not, you seem to rationalize a lot of shitty behavior in people when they make you cum. Only now, was I wishing I had cut her off.

She requested I grab a bottle of wine before our next encounter and if I thought dealing with her while high was bad, having her intoxicated was worse. As we were fucking, me on top, she surprised me with a solid smack to the face. Followed by another blow, and another…This was my first time involving so-called “impact” play and I am not, nor will I ever be a fan. Caught in the middle of being deep inside of her and the recipient of some Mike Tyson worthy haymakers left me confused but strangely aroused. She awoken something primal in me and we fucked harder than before. Eventually her hands found my neck and she began choking me, once again to the point of no return. I literally found myself fighting for my life as I fucked this woman. Clinging to survival I returned the favor, attempting to asphyxiate her into submission. My efforts worked and she relented before we both exploded in our own orgasms.

After running out of condoms, both of us still horny, knew we wanted more. I agreed to eat her pussy, hoping that would satiate our desires, but after 20 minutes of being between her legs she still couldn’t cum. She took her hands and shoved my head into her crotch, suffocating me. When I pulled up for air I could see the demon look in her eyes as she berated me for interrupting her. I fought back, pushing her down on the bed and prepared to fuck. I entered her as she pleaded for me not to cum inside her. Her tight pussy fighting every attempt my dick made to fully penetrate her. As she became more dick drunk, her attitude softened. She enjoyed herself and I could feel her cum on my dick. Her orgasms were powerful and the feel of her warmth only reinvigorated my own arousal. As we fucked I heard those magical words of “please cum inside me” I could no longer bare to resist and I filled her cunt with every ounce of my being.

From that moment on it was game on. My brazenly reckless behavior had supremely unlocked something from inside her. She became as docile as could be. She had always had a BIG orgasm and afterwards she’d subside and become uncharacteristically playful, caring and nurturing. All of her intolerant behavior disappeared as she turned into this submissive woman who’s only desire was to be filled with my seed. We continued to fuck in this manner for the next couple of weeks. Her antics were still apparent (especially over the phone or when we weren’t having sex) but the mutual desire for her and I to breed overcame any all sense of danger between us.

Eventually, as all things do, I became fed up with her abuse and sobered up enough to find the courage to end this love affair with her, and that’s where things took a turn for the worse. After an especially mentally draining phone call one evening, I told her I needed a break. During our entire time together, she constantly accused me of fucking other women and after repeatedly telling her I wasn’t, I lied to her and told her I found someone I was getting serious with.

She. Did. Not. Take. This. Well.

For the first time with her, I stood up for myself and an argument ensued where I highlighted every last bit of her abusive behavior and called her a sexual predator. She cursed me, my dick, and my child. Condemning us to hell and wishing death upon me for infecting her with my evil sperm. She rejected my decision to break up and eventually pleaded that we continue to have sex with each other in spite of who I may or may not be dating. I’ll held firm and told her we were done. That’s when the real threat emerged as she screamed at me, threatening to fuck me whenever and however she pleased including right now after I denied entertaining any notion we would see each other ever again. She told me she was on my way to my apartment and I told her I would call the cops and report her for sexual harassment as I hung up the phone. I spent that night alone, consumed in my grief that this was the night I was going to have to shoot this woman to defend myself. That moment never came, but this would not be the last time I would hear from her.

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