Free Blogger: TINYS BLACK ADVENTURES - TINYSBLACKADVENTURES were married, including myself. My husband had a thirst for watching me fuck another man, he liked to watch from a secret place off the balcony, or place a video recorder in my private room for his pleasures later. Sometimes I despised him for his hunger, other times it was quite enjoyable. The times I hated it were generally with the worse kind of man he could find. He liked to watch me scream, to cry out for a brutal man to stop. He never came to my rescue. Some husband, I know. But I had no choice but to remain his own.
Divorce was not a thing of our marriage; for a contract had been made, a prenuptial that I would remain his bride for the rest of my life. No, it was not that I loved him irresistibly back when we married. But that was a longer story.
I had worked in a cafe at the time. It was quiet during the day, and came to life when the stars and moon decided it was time. I danced for the men's pleasure upon the stage over chairs and around poles. I never bared my body completely, and that was how I met him. He sat in the back of the room, in a quiet corner. He wore a dark suit, and smoked a cigarette with a sent that reached me upon the pole. I could feel his eyes, and for that song, I danced for him. It was the first night I bared my breasts, and showed him what he wanted. For some reason, I knew what he wanted. He wanted my flesh, and his eyes and cigarettes, his suit... they made me want to give it to him.
