You thought you had got rid of me, I know you did. You thought you were clever, ruthless, in control and in some ways you were. You dominated our lives; you keep me quiet, a secret tucked away from everyone. At night you would lay there and look at me, pulling your dick from pants and stroking yourself while you thought about all the dirty things I would do to you, or you do to me. Night after night you hid away in your room and tucked and pulled on your throbbing cock your eyes staring into mine telling me all the sick and twisted desires you had when it came to women.
Each morning you would dress and head out the door, hang with your friends, go to school, and go to work. Like a normal guy, Philip, just an average young man, a bit scruffy, sometimes a bit late but otherwise unremarkable in his ordinariness but I knew different. I knew the truth of you.
Polly changed everything
You met her at the cafe where you had a part-time job. Who knows why she noticed you, after all, you were Philip, the most ordinary of guys but I guess even ordinary guys catch someone’s eye eventually. She laughed and flirted with you at work, at first your inexperience with women held you back but it seemed she wasn’t to be put off the easily and eventually you realised that she might actually be interested in you. That first kiss out of the back of the cafe took you by surprise at first everything was fine, lovely, hot even but then as she wrapped her arms around your neck and sunk into your body and image of me flashed across your mind. She felt you tense and pulled away to ask you what was wrong but you pulled her back in for another kiss and concentrated really hard on her in an attempt to banish me from the moment. It only partly worked.
When she invited you to her house you set off with a spring in your step, an already stiffen cock in your pants and a condom in your pocket.
And unbeknown to you, me tucked away in the depths of your mind.
Oh you fucked Polly, she plucked your pathetic cherry and added it to her growing collection of disappointing shags. It wasn’t until she stopped fucking boys and moved onto men, in her case the guy who owned the coffee shop, that it stopped being disappointing.
And you, well you came home and tore me down off the wall and took me out into the garden and burned me an attempt to cleanse your mind of me. You stood in the dark and watched as the orange flames curled their way around my breasts and tore holes in my eyes until eventually I was just dust and ash left on the ground and then you returned to your room and stared at the empty space on your wall where I had been and felt triumphant that you had eradicated me from your world
But I know the truth Philip, I know you still think of me, all these years later, that when you close your eyes and reach into your pants it is my blood stained tittes and starting soulless eyes that dance inside your mind and make your cock throb in your hand. I am imprinted on your mind; I will always be there, in your memories, behind your eyes, the source of all those evil thoughts, the woman who drives you to be the man that you are…
Philip, just an ordinary guy.
*This story was inspired by the Masturbation Monday prompt which was this fabulously disturbing image by Maria Open’s Up