Midnight Misuse

A low key image of a person tilting their head back and you see the light and shadows play on their shoulders and neck.

She was half asleep when he finally got into bed next to her way after midnight.

Marla came upstairs about an hour before him, after she had woken up on the couch. He had told her to go to bed and said he would follow soon. Marla sighed when she slipped her hand into his, content that her husband was next to her. She always had trouble sleeping when he wasn’t in bed with her.

She mumbled “good night” and gave her husband a kiss before she found that favorite spot on her pillow. Her hand was still in his. Marla felt herself drifting off to sleep.

Her consciousness barely registered the movement next to her. She struggled to open her eyes when a rush of cold air enveloped her naked body. On instinct, her hand searched for the duvet, thinking her husband must have accidentally pulled it off.

Suddenly, she was wide awake.

He harshly pushed her to roll onto her back, and then, with his knee, he forced her legs apart. His upper thighs kept her legs spread, even though she tried to push him away. She was tired and not in the mood for his shenanigans.

With one hard thrust and surprisingly forceful, he pushed himself all the way into her.

It hurt.

Marla pushed against his stomach, trying to get him to move slower. He grabbed her hands and clasped them above her head, still slamming his rigid cock into her.

She tried to squirm away from him to ease the pain in her loins.

“Stay still, bitch,” he hissed and bent down to bite her nipples.

Hard.

Tears filled Marla’s eyes.

But something else filled her too.

Her tiredness changed to desire.

She opened her legs wider, trying to meet his thrusts to make it hurt less. It only resulted in him pounding harder. Marla moaned and begged him to slow down.

He ignored her.

Then climaxed.

He collapsed next to her, panting. Marla rolled towards him. She was horny. She longed for his hands on her body, for him to make her climax. He leaned towards her and gave her a kiss.

“Sleep well, my love,” he said.

It was quiet for a while. Then Marla dared to speak.

“But…”

“No. You’re my slut and I will use you in any way I desire and whenever I want. Now go to sleep.”

Marla turned over, but was still awake long after her husband had drifted off to sleep.

She was horny.

She was used.

She was happy.

Note: I wrote this story back in August 2012, and back then it was just a fantasy, and in the story I referred to myself as ‘Rebel’. Master T had read that story, and this fantasy became reality many times in the years after that. I rewrote the 2012 story to the above for Medium, which I shared there in January 2022.

© Rebel’s Notes
Photo by Kurt Francois on Unsplash


15 thoughts on “Midnight Misuse

  1. Oh, I am definitely not a morning sexy person, but if He wants to use me like this early morning, I won’t complain 😉

    Rebel xox

  2. Exciting and vividly-written. We love late-night just-before-bed sex, and this story conjures up pleasant memories of the last time we had it!

  3. Like Molly I can be grumpy in the morning too but I think that I could handle that!!! Mmmmmm!!!

    ~Mia~ xx

    1. The thought appeals to me more and more, even though I am definitely not a morning sex person either 😉

      Rebel xox

  4. Luckily I don’t have to suffer that(!), but the dynamic is well understood 🙂

    ~Kazi xxx

  5. Ah… the different lives people lead.
    If I pulled that with my wife she’d knee me in the groin and yell at me for half an hour while I tried to explain myself.

    1. Isn’t it absolutely lovely that we all lead different kinds of lives? I love it!
      And where this was but a fantasy, I have experienced something similar in real life too, not long after I have written this fantasy 😉

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