I'll make this short because I'm upset and cannot bear to dwell on it at length.
Recently, I've taken to jerking off on my girlfriend Megan's face after she has fallen asleep. I knew better than to suggest this sort of thing to her. This is totally separate from our sex life (generally we had had sex a short time earlier), and is just a little urge I need to satisfy. I kneel over her as she snores and shaking the bed as little as possible I masturbate a load onto her pretty face. I also usually very quietly whisper nastiness as I do this ("...yeah...fuckin' whore...take my load, bitch...) to get the full porn effect. She's a deep sleeper and has never been the wiser, even as I gently dab-clean her up afterward. I generally feel a pang of guilt afterward, but last night I felt despair. Maybe it was the way her face was completely slack jawed and vunerable as I soiled it, maybe it was the fact that she had bought me a gyro earlier that day, I don't know. But for whatever the reason, the guilt crushed me last night and I sat on the bed and wept.
It woke her up. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked and rubbed my back. I wanted to confess, but knew I couldn't. But I decided to let her into my world. The world of Gag Factor. I needed to confess something. I felt awful. "Baby," I said to her,"I watch porno. Lots of it. Really bad stuff." She continued to rub my back "So? Lots of guys do? It's normal." "No, baby," I earnestly continued, "This ain't normal. I'm addicted to Gag Factor." She stopped rubbing my back and just stared at me, unsure. "I don't like to keep secrets from you. I love you. I need you to see this. But I want you to understand, it has nothing to do with you, or with us." "Okay." she said, and we both went down to the TV room.
"I wondered what was in there." she saaid as I unlocked my porn chest and took out the DVD of Gag Factor 2 (I thought of screening Aurora in #5 for her, but thought it unwise). She looked at the cover and put her hand to her mouth as she saw the pained expression on Dynamite's UPSIDEDOWN head as she was throatfucked. I said to her, "I know, it's awful. But I need you to see it." I selected Dynamite's scene and skipped to the coughing and gagging. Megan sat on the other side of the couch from me and wrapped her arms around her middle as if she was cold. "Yeah, baby! Choke on that cock!" the man in the scene said to Dynamite. Dynamite choked on the cock and saliva dribbled out of her mouth and onto her pretty little tits. For a moment I was lost in the scene. I looked over at Megan and she was staring me down, wide-eyed and outraged. She got up and yanked the remote out of my hand. She retook her place on the far end of the couch and turned Gag Factor 2 off hostiley.
"What the fuck is this?!" she yelled at me, "You enjoy watching this?!! WHY do you enjoy watching this?!!" I felt like a little boy. I didn't know what to say but stammered, "..uh, come on, baby...like you said, lots of guys watch..." As if she didn't hear me she cut me off, "Do you want to do this to me?!!! ANSWER ME!!! IS THIS WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT WHEN WE'RE IN BED?!!!" She was literally screaming at the top of her lungs. I was rendered speechless and stared shamefully at the carpet. She was crying now. "You bastard! You sick fucker!!" She got up and grabbed her keyes and put her shoes on. I jumped up to stop her. "Baby, wait..." I began but she immediately backed away from me as if frightened. "DON'T YOU FUCKINNG COME NEAR ME!! NO!!" and she quickly went out and into her car and was gone.
I was confused. I was devastated. I wept. I called her cellphone: No answer. For comfort, I restarted Dynamite's Gag Factor scene and jerked off. It was a small load because I'd just squirted most of it on Megan's face a mere half hour before. I tried her cell phone again: No answer. I just wanted to explain. I wanted her to understand that it had NOTHING to do with us. That I loved her. That I didn't want her head UPSIDEDOWN. That I would never want to treat her like that. After a third time of no answer, I decided to call her friend Cassie, figuring she had gone there. It was 1:30 AM. Cassie picked up and immediately launched into me: "Yeah, she's here, motherfucker! She told me all about it! You stay the hell away from her, you sick fuck! She never wants to see you or hear from you again! She is still crying, you bastard!!" CLICK!!
I LOVED HER!! I WANTED TO MARRY HER!!! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU GAG FACTOR!! PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
Thanks,
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