LOVE ME: PASSIONATE

Life is strange. It can be annoying and it can be soothing. The first time I felt so much pain was realizing how much people opposed my thoughts. One man said I was being stupid. He said I think I'm wise. Another said he'll love to live just to laugh at all my dreams that won't come to pass. I wrote a thousand poems and a hundred books. I saw this dream coming to pass. Everything was coming to place. In bliss, I was doing just all I had to do to be successful and have a good love experience. It was an achievement for me. Guess I got it all wrong. My poems were stolen by thousands of people.

My books got lost and I had no access to any. Life can be difficult and it can seem easy in the most amazing way you may not think of. It could just be that mentor inspiring us to keep going. This would be a story of a single parent who did a lot of all we do just to get to our destination. Her name is Mary.

Mary used to be in love. It's funny; she wasn't really in love with anyone because she knew he will never say yes if she took the step. She loved the idea of having someone to love her back. Someone who would be there for her no matter what. So in her mind, she created this ideal man that would be perfect. He would be the one to make her feel like the most important woman on earth. A man who would be ready to accept her flaws and mistakes and still love her. She lived in her imagination. For many years, Mary waited for him. She read books about relationships hoping that she would meet him soon. All her friends kept telling her that he was probably around somewhere, just waiting for the right time to introduce himself. But Mary believed otherwise. Time passed and she grew tired of waiting. She started living her life as normal. Then one day, after school, Mary met this boy. His name was Joe. He was very handsome and kind.

It was on one of those sweet afternoons when she went shopping. She walked briskly past the stores until she came across a store where clothes hung up on a rack. The place looked too small. She could see only one thing: a dress. It was black. It had a neckline that made her look sexy without exposing much.

"Oh God, I'm sorry." The voice of a young man spoke. "I almost ran into you."

"No, that's okay. You didn't," She replied.

"Where are you going?"

"Here and there. Shopping."

She smiled. He had a beautiful smile. His hair was brown and his eyes were blue. He was tall and thin.

"I'm Mary." She introduced herself.

He laughed.

"Joe. Nice to meet you. Are you going to buy that? It looks nice on you."

"Yeah, it does. But I don't have enough money for it." She answered.

"You should. It's worth every penny. You know what? I'm going to pay for it." He paid for it and requested dinner with her.

"Sure, sounds great! What time?"

"Seven o'clock. I'll pick you up at your house."

They exchanged phone numbers and parted ways. Their conversation lasted less than five minutes, but they both felt something different from each other. They couldn't explain what it was exactly. That night, Mary waited for seven to come. At six-thirty, her doorbell rang.

"Come in." She opened the door.

Joe entered. He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans. He brought a bouquet with him. "Wow!" She exclaimed as she saw them. "These are lovely. Thank you."

Joe nodded. "You're welcome. Shall we?"

"Yes." Mary nodded.

The restaurant was close to their houses. It was a fancy place. The food was delicious. They talked and laughed the whole evening.

After dinner, they left and headed home. Mary invited Joe inside. "Can I call you tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course. I'd like that."

"Good. See you then."

Joe smiled. He knew that he wanted more of Mary.

***

Mary and Joe dated for four months before they decided to take a break. They spent the next week together. They were happy. And then, one night, Joe came into her bedroom while she was dressing.

"Hey." He said. "Are you ready?"

"No," She replied.

He sat down beside her bed. "Don't move."

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

"Just sit tight." He replied.

Mary did as instructed.

She heard the sound of something dropping on her floor and then the sound of a key turning in the lock. "Did you lock the door?" She asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Why did you get in here in the first place?"

"I let myself in."

"Why didn't you knock?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't open for me. I'm sorry."

"Okay, get out of here." She ordered.

He stood up. "So you'll be angry with me forever?"

"I can't stay mad at you forever."

"Then why are you?"

"Because you cheated on me! Do you think it's that easy to forgive and forget? Look, Joe, I want to understand why you did what you did to me and I want to let go of it but I just can't. It's hard!"

"I didn't cheat on you. I just met someone and was nice to her. Believe me, I love you with every atom of my being."

"You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie."

"How else can I trust you?" She snapped.

"Let me talk to you." He pleaded.

"No! You've done enough damage already. Get away from me!" She yelled.

She got up and walked towards the door. "Get out now and leave me alone."

"Mary, please!"

She turned around. "Go to hell! I am so sorry for trusting you. I shouldn't have ever done that." She said sadly.

"Please! Don't do this to yourself. I'm begging you. I love you. Let's try again."

"Try again? What do you mean? What is there to try? We're finished, Joe. Just go."

She closed the door behind him.

Depression is poison and poison is a killer. Mary sat alone. She had lost her boyfriend, she had lost her job, she had been performing badly in her school, and she was pregnant. She didn't know what to do. She could barely stand up anymore. She just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep forever.

"You're not going to cry, are you?" The voice startled her. She looked up and saw the man standing over her. He was wearing a suit and tie with a blue shirt underneath. His hair was slicked back. He had a nice smile on his face.

"No," she replied. "I'm not going to cry."

"Good. You should be happy that I'm here."

Mary felt a little better. She wasn't crying because she was sad. She was crying because she was lonely. She hated herself for being so pathetic.

"Can I sit down?"

Mary nodded and he sat down next to her.

"What's your name?"

"Mary."

"Nice. I'm John. Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Have you ever been with a guy before?"

"No."

"Would you like to be with a guy? A long-term relationship?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"19."

"Where do you live?"

"I live at home."

"Why did you quit your job?"

"How did you know?"

"It's not my first time seeing you."

"Well, I couldn't take it anymore."

"Did you love your job?"

"Yes."

"Why did you quit?"

"Because I got pregnant."

"Wait. If I'm not getting this all wrong, I heard you say you've never been with a guy. How then did you get pregnant?"

"You ask too many questions!"

"Ouch. Sorry. So how did you get pregnant?"

"I had sex with a guy who works in the same building as me."

"Is he a good-looking guy?"

"Yes."

"He must be pretty rich or something."

"He's very rich."

"And you liked him?"

"That's what I don't even know. I'm just confused right now."

"Okay. Let's try to put things into perspective. You're 18 years old. You're living at home. You have no job. You're pregnant. You can't afford to pay child support. You're depressed. You're sick of yourself. You need someone to talk to. And you want to be with a guy. So why aren't you with a guy?"

"I don't know."

"Look, Mary. I'll help you out. I won't judge you. I'll tell you everything I know about guys. Then we'll figure out what to do from there."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. But let's start with telling each other our stories."

Mary told him everything that happened to her. He listened carefully. When she finished, he smiled.

"You're a great listener. That's a good trait to have."

"Thanks. Let's see if I can make some sense of this mess."

"What kind of sense?"

"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you everything I know about guys."

"I'm listening."

"First off, let's establish that you're not gay. I think you might be bi-sexual, but we'll go straight for now."

"Okay."

"Secondly, you're a virgin. I think you were saving yourself for marriage. But now you're pregnant, you're broke, and you're unhappy. That means you may think of screwing around. You probably haven't thought much about the consequences. You're young and stupid. But I'm going to fix that. Are you ready to hear what I have to say?"

"Yes."

"Great. Now let me tell you about men. There are two types of guys: the ones that want you and the ones that don't. You're going to meet a lot of the latter. They're called losers. These are the guys that have no ambition. No money. No drive. They're just looking to get laid. And they will fuck anything with a pussy. So you don't need to worry about them. Those are the guys you can ignore.

"The guys you need to watch out for are the guys that want to be with you. These guys are the winners. Winners are smart. They have ambition. They have money. They have skills. And most importantly, they have confidence. They're confident in themselves and their abilities. They're confident in their sexual prowess. They're confident in their ability to seduce you. These guys are the guys you want.

"So what do you look for in a guy?"

"Confidence."

"Exactly. Confidence is sexy. It's what makes you attracted to them. It's what makes you want to be with them. So you need to find a guy who has confidence. Do you know anyone like that?"

"No."

"You're going to have to work hard to find one. Guys like that are rare. They're usually just as good-looking as everyone else. So how do you know if he's confident?"

"How?"

"By his actions. By the way, he carries himself. Does he walk confidently? Or does he shuffle around like a little boy? You want a guy who walks with authority. Like a man. A strong man. A big man. And that's what you want in a boyfriend."

"Okay."

"Now let's talk about sex. Sex is about power. And you're a girl. You're weak. You're delicate. You're sensitive. You're soft. You're vulnerable. You're emotional. All these things make you weak. You need to learn to use your strength to dominate men. You need to assert yourself. You need to be aggressive. You need to be dominant. You need to be forceful. You need to be confident. You need to be powerful. And you need to be able to control men sexually. You can't let them control you. That's what they want. That's what losers want. They want to use you and throw you away. They don't respect you. They don't value you. You need to be more than that. You need to be a queen. You need to be a goddess. You need to be a slut. You need to be a whore. You need to be a sinner. You need to be bad. You need to be wild. You need to be adventurous. You need to be uninhibited. You need to be shameless. You need to be free. That's all you need to be. Anything less and you'll always be a loser. You will never be more than a fucking whore. You'll never be a woman. You'll be nothing. But if you become all those things, then you will be everything. And that's what I want for you."

"But how?"

"It's simple. We'll start by finding a guy who wants you."

"How?"

"I already told you. By your actions. You need to be confident. You need to show him you're desirable. You need to make him chase after you. You need to make him fall in love with you. You need to make him beg for you. You need to make him want you. You need to be a force of nature. You need to be irresistible. That's what you are when you're a queen. You're a force of nature. You're an unstoppable hurricane. You're a tornado. Wouldn't you like such a life?"

"I think I would."

"Then you're going to have to be a little different from the rest of the girls out there. You're going to have to be a rebel. You're going to have to be bad. I just hope this is not too much for you. It's not easy being a slut. But it's worth it. Once you've learned how to be a slut, you can teach others. You can show them the way. You can make them all sluts. You can be the leader of a revolution. This is your chance to change the world. Become a legend."

"I'm scared."

"Good. Scared is healthy. That means you're still human. That means you're still a real person. Don't forget that. You can't be perfect. You can't be a machine. You're a real person. You're a real woman. And you have a choice. You can be a slut or you can be a loser. What's your decision?"

"I'm going to be a slut."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. Now here's what we're going to do. We're going to start with me. I'm going to give you my number. When you call me, I'm going to answer. I'm going to ask you what you're doing tonight. Then I'm going to tell you where I am. You're going to tell me what you're wearing. Then I'm going to tell you what I'm wearing. Then we're going to hang up and you're going to text me. You're going to tell me what you're thinking. Then I'm going to tell you what I'm thinking. Then we'll hang up again. We'll do this every night until you're comfortable enough to let me see you naked. Then we'll go from there. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Here's my number. Call me when you get home."

When Mary got home, she was so excited that she could barely contain herself. She went upstairs and took a shower. She didn't even bother to dry off. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Then she sat down at her computer and started texting.

"Hi!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm home."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to call you in a bit."

"Okay."

She waited for a few minutes. Then she heard her phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

"Oh, hi. I'm home."

"Yeah, I know. I'm downstairs."

"Okay. I'm waiting for you. I'm wearing a skirt and a blouse. I'm also wearing stockings and high heels. I'm sitting at the table. I'm drinking wine. I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"Okay."

"I'm thinking about you."

"Me, too."

"I'm thinking about what you're wearing. I'm picturing you naked. I'm imagining what you look like."

"I'm getting wet."

"I'm touching myself. I'm rubbing my clit. I'm fingering my pussy. I'm playing with my tits. I'm squeezing my nipples. I'm moaning. I'm squirming. I'm writing. I'm rolling my hips. I'm riding the waves. I'm cuming. Ohhh! Fuck me harder, baby. Push your cock inside me. Harder. Give it to me hard. Yes, yes, yesssss... Ahhhhhh..."

Mary came again as she listened to him. His words made her feel sexy. It gave her butterflies in her stomach. It caused her pussy to tingle. It made her want him more than ever before. She wanted to be with him forever. Mary had never felt this way about another man. This was different. He was special.

***

He walked into the kitchen and saw her there. She looked amazing. Her hair was done up nicely. A little makeup accentuated her features. She wore a long pleated skirt that reached just above her knees. The hemline of the skirt fluttered in the breeze from an open window. It was white. White blouses were very popular back then. She had one tucked into her skirt. Mary's legs looked incredible. They were toned. Muscular. He loved how they curved outwards towards her feet. He couldn't wait to see them wrapped around him. Her breasts were just as impressive. They were large. They were firm. Yet soft. They were round and perky. He stared at her chest. Mary noticed him staring. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi," he said.

"You look hot."

"Thanks."

"I love your outfit."

"Thank you. You look good yourself." He nodded. "Where is all your stuff?"

"Oh, I sold most of it."

"Sell? Why?"

"It was old. And expensive. So I decided to sell it."

"I see. That's fine. We've got a lot of work to do."

"Today? Well, I was thinking differently." She came closer and drew him a little forward. She hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. Their tongues dueled with each other. They held hands and walked to the basement. As he walked down the stairs, John's eyes widened. Mary had transformed her basement into a dungeon. There was a wooden cross at one end of the room. Several chains hung from the ceiling. There were stocks in the corner. A padded bench was set up nearby. There was a chair on the floor. A red leather strap dangled from the ceiling.

John put his bag down next to the bench.

"Stand here," she told him.

Mary walked over to one end. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She dropped it on the floor.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

"I love it."

"Good. Because I plan to use it often."

"Use it? For what?"

"For pleasure. For punishment. For discipline."

"Wow. You're a fast learner," he said. "This is cool."

"Isn't it?"

Her pubic region was completely bare. Mary smiled.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Let's go."

"Wait. I don't have any lube."

"Don't worry. We'll find some."

They walked over to the shelves. Mary opened the first drawer and pulled out two tubes of lubricant.

"We'll need lots," she said.

"Why?"

"Because this is going to hurt."

"Oh."

Mary poured some lubricant onto her fingers. She rubbed it between her palms. Then she applied it to John's penis.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Hold still."

Mary leaned over him and stroked his dick slowly. She did this for a minute or so. Then she stood up. She turned to face him.

"Now what?" he asked.

"You're going to get fucked."

"What? Now?"

"Yes."

"But you haven't used lube yet."

"Yes. But I'm not going to use it."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to feel your cock."

"What? You can't do that. I mean, you won't be able to take it."

"I know. It will hurt. But I want to try anyway. Do you want me to fuck you without lube?"

"No."

"Then hold still."

Mary began stroking his cock again. She moved her hand in a circular motion. Then she increased the speed. Her strokes became faster and faster. She kept up her pace until John moaned loudly.

"That's it, baby," she said. "Give it to me."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Mary grabbed his cock and jerked it quickly. She pumped her fist rapidly. She continued pumping away. She enjoyed watching his face contort with pain and pleasure. She loved hearing him moan and groan. She loved that his eyes were closed tightly. She loved knowing that he was close to orgasm.

Mary slowed down her strokes. She stopped jerking him. She grabbed his hips firmly. Then she slid his cock deep inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!!!"

She moaned loudly as her body tensed. She shuddered. She shook. She cried out loudly.

John's eyes opened wide. He gasped.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"

His cock spurted repeatedly. He moaned loudly.

"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhh! Myyyy godddd!!!"

Mary fell forward. She collapsed on top of him.

"Oh, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Mary and John spent the next week together. Every day was filled with sex. They fucked every night. They fucked during the day. They masturbated together. They explored their sexuality. They learned new things about each other. At the end of the week, Mary was exhausted. They lay together naked on her bed. It was the beginning of her journey to becoming a slut. She had never been so satisfied in her entire life. They cuddled for several minutes before John said, "I have an idea."