I could taste his arrogance in the air.
In fact, I almost choked on it as he downed a celebratory shot when the sports team he’d been betting on won their game. The men he was with slapped his back with cheers of adoration, and his dark eyes blazed with glory.
He devoured their praise as if he were a god.
It wasn’t long before our eyes locked. I knew what was coming; it was inevitable, but I would let him think that he was controlling this.
He sauntered over; a possessive devil disguised as an alluring, passionate lover. He was a deadly sinner who had sold himself to narcissism a long time ago.
He flirted with me, or rather, he thought he was flirting with me, but really, he was just talking about himself as if he is divinity.
I listened and played along; it’s an easy game. Men like him are all the same. They all bled superiority and entitlement, unaware that they would soon become trapped in my fatal femininity; my inescapable epithet.
When we finally made our way from the hotel bar to the room he bought for the weekend—a room I knew he had paid for for sex specifically—he was immediately on me. He was fast to strip me out of my clothing and faster to force his cock in my face.
I happily gave in to him, using my mouth to bring him to the edge of sanity before releasing him with a grin. He was throbbing with the need for release and didn’t care about making sure I got the same satisfaction as him. Instead, he bent me over the bed and slammed into me.
His cock was definitely nice enough, and he wasn’t the worst fuck I’d ever had. But every moment of our time together was about his greedy satisfaction.
I fucked him back, throwing my ass back into his cock with every single one of his thrusts into my pussy. I knew he liked that because he would groan earnestly. As he fucked me harder, he grabbed my hair tight in his fist and yanked, forcing an unreal arch in my back. The leverage finally dragged him over the edge.
His body fell limp on top of mine, holding me on the mattress as he came deep inside of my pussy. I felt his cum pushing out around his cock as he lay on me, panting in my ear. When he finally got off of me, our bodies pulled apart from one another roughly, sticky with half-dried sweat.
He complimented my pussy and was thrilled when I asked for his number, excited to play this game again sometime soon. I knew he wasn’t expecting to hear from me right away, but I liked the control.
I was his favourite fuck buddy for weeks. We met up and fucked in random bar bathrooms, or the backseat of his pickup truck, and of course, a variety of hotel rooms throughout the city.
The only thing he cared about was using my pussy as a cum dump.
I was more than happy to give him what he wanted.
I never asked him if he was married, and he never offered any personal information, but on more than one occasion, he forgot to take off the gold wedding band.
The only thing he cared about was using my pussy as a cum dump.
I was more than happy to drown his arrogant phallus within my wetness that he naively submitted to.
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Dear Hubris,
I don’t know if you’ll read this letter. Nemesis says you will. She said that you won’t be able to stop yourself. I’m not too sure about that, but I guess it doesn’t really matter if you do or don’t. There are just a few things I wanted to get off my chest.
My lawyer told me all about your perceived side of the divorce; how, when you came home that weekend to an empty home, you couldn’t understand why I would just up and leave you. I guess in the simplest terms, the reason I left was because you don’t see anything outside of yourself. Nothing else exists in the world, or rather, nothing else matters if it doesn’t gratify you in some way.
You tricked me with your ability to manipulate how the world sees you. I fell so hard for you, I lost the most important pieces of myself, and what’s insane is I didn’t even realize it as it happened. Thankfully, my sister saw me drowning and stepped in.
Maybe you could have prevented some of this if you had just cared to get to know my family. Nemesis said you had no idea who she was, and that you pursued her for weeks. You used her body when you should have been with me. I would have given you anything you wanted. I loved you that much, but you didn’t care about me. You don’t have an empathetic bone in your body.
You were so careless. You fucked her without protection and tried to get into bed with me. I have to assume you had been doing the same with other women for our entire relationship. I guess I should be grateful that I am clean and you never ruined me that way as well.
I guess I am grateful for the carelessness you had with Nemesis because if she hadn’t gotten pregnant, this divorce would have been so much harder for me. But that positive DNA test we were able to get was exactly what my lawyer needed to get me everything you owed me for breaking our marriage contract.
So, thank you for the lessons learnt. You don’t get to control me like the god you pretend to be, and I’m happy knowing I get to keep half of your worth for the next ten years while I live my life to the fullest.
Goodbye Hubris,
Lysandra
