dumb +kinda depressing sex story.

I really need to get more in detail with it and stop over confusing it, lol

 

Keep writing, keep improving and keep thinking of new ideas, it doesnt even have to be about sex.

 

It's an interesting story, in that it has an unexpected twist.
Sad, this is true.
But I like your style.
And the way you capture how uninspired men can be when it comes to break-ups.

 

Ok, so I took some of your guys' advice and i rewrote it and I deffinutly like this ending better, still sad, but you'll have to read it.
If you want to, that is.


Dean held Daisy in his arms as they were wrapped up in the giant red fleece blanket she had bought as a Christmas present a few years back. They were curled up with one another, watching the snow dance in the wind outside the window and then fall onto the white street below them. Underneath the blanket, she was wearing a black night gown with lace around the edges. Her brown hair was down and curling around her like a mane and her bright blue eyes were like sapphires. He was wearing black, flannel pajama pants and his brown hair was to about the bottom of his ears. His brown eyes were watching her breath.
The stereo was playing some quite song and she was holding one of his hands and following the creases in his skin all around his hand. He kissed her on the head and she hummed softly. She began tabbing the tune of the song, slowly and softly on his palm.
They had been together for a year and a half and were spending the weekend together in her apartment to see if they were fulling ready to live together. Over the past few months, Daisy had really gotten into trusting Dean. She had been hurt so many other times in relationships and didn’t want to show herself venerable to pain of a possible break up.
As they watched the snow fall, he gingerly placed his hand on her neck and slightly pressed on her pulse. She smiled and leaned back onto him, as if losing control of her body. She did not move at all. He held one hand at her hip to keep her from falling off the day bed, and kept the other at her throat.
They were caught in this moment of pure animal behavior. They did not speak, they did not use hand gestures. He simply released her neck and she fell forward a bit. He got out from behind her and starred down at her. Her body shaking a little from what had just occurred.
He smiled and picked her up out of the day bed and walk her and himself over to the real bed, laying her down softly and slowly under the covers. He swiftly and smoothly moved over her and kissed her. She began to smile back. No words shared, no hand gestures. He slipped under the covers and she turned of the lamp next to her. Once it had illuminated the whole room, but now it left it dark and lit only by the fireplace that was next to the window.
He silently searched for her hand in the dark and grasped onto it the moment he found it. For just a few moments, he sat there holding her hand and felt its warmth. She could tell he was lost within his head and she started to move his hand within her’s, to her heart. She placed it on top of her heart and he could feel the beat of it against his hand. Every beat he felt sent a pulsing vibration through him.
She awkwardly laid there and he pulled his hand away. He got on top of her and began to kiss her neck. Again ,she began to hum, and he moved his way up to her lips. He kissed her beautifully red ,velvet lips and she indulged him.
They to kiss more heavily ,yet still kindly. Her hands moved to his pants and she slowly pulled them off. He moved his hands a little lower that her hips and he lifted her gown off of her. He moved his hands back down and pulled off her panties. She smoothly pulled off his boxers and they were naked within the green blanket that covered her bed.
For a moment, just a fracture of a moment, he could see her perfectly. Her curly brown hair surrounding her face. Her bright blue eyes starring up at him. She gave him a delightful and loving smile that said "I’m finally ready to make love to you. I love you." He smiled and moved down to kiss her. He moved to her navel and kissed all the way up tp her collar bone, where he gently bit down on her skin, just enough to leave a tiny little bruise.
She moved her hands to his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He slipped into her and slowly brought in a thrust. He was able to see her now because his eyes had adjusted to the lighting, she had some of her hair in her eyes and he gingerly brushed it out of the way. She smiled an awkward smile and kissed him. She began to kiss his neck and then softly bit it.
He began to thrust a little harder and she moaned just enough to be out of breath. She lightly grassed his back with her nails and it sent chills up his spine. He had his head down and he was buried in her neck and hair. She moved him to her face and felt his lines. She felt the lines of his eyes and lips and nose and brought him into another kiss. He thrusted again and she was grasping onto his arms with her hands. She pulled him in very close and held her arms around him, over the shoulders and he thrusted again.
She gasped and held her hands on the back of his neck. She pressed her pelvis in as he softly and slowly thrusted into her. He kissed her lips lightly, and then harder and then passionately. He could feel her every move, her every thought, her every heartbeat.
He went in for another kiss when it hit him. He stopped dead in his tracks. He was about a centimeter away from kissing her and he backed away. She laid underneath him and was afraid of what she didn’t know he was going to do. She waited for what felt like a life time until he finally broke the silence.
"I don’t love you anymore." he whispered barely enough to hear it in astonishment.
"What?" she whispered in non belief.
"I can’t do this." he said slipping out and turning on the light. His eyes were welling up with tears. He hadn’t cried sense his mother’s funeral, over 7 years ago.
"What is going on with you?" she asked worried ,trying to grab his hand as if it was her last hope in a world of death and destruction, as he got out of the bed.
"I don’t think I love you anymore."
A tear was falling down his face. He couldn’t believe what he was saying. He could feel her heart breaking. He felt like someone had a gun to his head and was forcing him to say what he didn’t realize he felt.
"What did you say?" she asked trying to fight back tears.
"I’m so incredibly sorry, baby, I am. But I don’t know anymore." he said grabbing his boxers off the floor and putting them on.
She was crying now. Not the huge, crocodile tears kinda crying, but the silent tears. She was sitting up in the bed with her blanket covering her front and her face turning blotchy and red from her tears.
"I shouldn’t have trusted you." she whispered through tears.
"Don’t say that." he said moving in toward her, holding her hand.
"No." she whispered yanking her hand back and holding it. "Just leave. Please?"
"I can’t" he whispered to her, tears now falling from his eyes. "I can’t leave you alone like this."
"Then just let me sleep. Please." she whispered as she laid down in the bed and turned away from him.
"I didn’t know this would happen." he tried to argue to her. "I honestly didn’t."
She laid on the bed ignoring him. The fact that she wasn’t screaming her heart out was a miracle. She soon fell asleep and Dean found himself sitting in the chair ,across her apartment, just watching her sleep.
He slowly go up out of the chair and picked up her night gown and panties. He put them in her dirty clothes hamper and checked the clock. It was 2:23 in the morning and he was still there making sure she was ok, even though she was sleeping. He cleaned up her apartment and took out every single thing that he could think of that she could use to harm herself.
Draining fluid, kitchen knives, lighters, alcohol, and her sleeping pills. He shoved them into his bag and put on a new pair of clothes. Before leaving he looked back at her. Her brown hair was hanging off the bed and she was still naked with the blanket was barely covering her. He set down his bag and took off his jacket.
He walked over to her and grabbed a bra and a pair of panties out of the dresser and then his favorite pair of pajamas of hers. They were red, plaid, flannel pajama pants and an old red shirt. He slowly and softly moved the blanket off of her and put her panties and bra onto her. Then he put on her pajamas and tucked her back into the bed. He kissed her forehead and whispered that he was truly sorry and that he still cared dearly about her.
He walked back to the chair and put his jacket back on and grabbed his bag. He took one last look at her before he left. She was beautiful and he wished with all of his heart that he could love her how she loved him. He walked out of the apartment and quietly closed the door behind him...