Aussie Nights and Surprising Chances

I'm not sure how long it had been since I had last seen a girl. I could only remember the touch of their soft lips and the warmth of their skin, but that was all.

It had been over three years. Three years since I had held someone in my arms, three years since I had felt her heartbeat against mine, three years since I had tasted her lips, three years since I had heard her speak. Yes, there were the occasional women who spoke to me from time to time, but they never lasted. They never wanted to be involved with someone like me, someone with a past as dark as mine.

I suppose I wasn't ugly or anything, but my past certainly limited me from being able to talk with most people. No girl would want to be with a man who liked being tied up and spanked before he fucked them, who liked seeing tears roll down their cheeks, who liked seeing bruises all over their bodies after. No man either for that matter.

It's why I didn't get involved in relationships very often, especially when I was younger. My parents were really abusive towards me and my sister and we both feared them so much that we didn't tell anyone about what they did to us. It's why she ran away when she was fifteen and tried to live on her own in London while I stayed at home and took care of our abusive parents until they died a couple of months later in some "accident" involving a gun. In fact, it's why most women shunned me. Because no one wanted to be with an ex-child abuse victim who was into BDSM.

But then again, there was Alyssa Greenwood. She hadn't seemed to mind my past or my kinks when we first met back in Australia where I lived in a small town near Sydney. She didn't seem to mind when she found out that my parents abused me or when she saw the scars on my back from where they whipped me with belts and ropes and sticks, which is why we'd end up fucking whenever possible after our first night together.

Sometimes she would lay naked next to me while stroking her hand across my body while whispering words of encouragement into my ear. Sometimes she would tie me up and force herself onto me as punishment for something bad I had done or because she needed release after a long day at work or just because she wanted it really badly that night. Sometimes she would blindfold me and use various objects on me instead of her fingers or her tongue or her pussy as she teased me mercilessly before telling me she was going to fuck me once I got hard enough while giggling happily as she rubbed my cock until it finally started getting hard under the pressure of her hand wrapped around it tightly as if trying to crush it forever into oblivion until it finally grew larger enough for her tight little cunt to fit inside of it comfortably so she could ride me until we both came joyfully together several times before falling asleep exhaustedly in each other's arms after hours of fun sinful sex together.

I don't know why I loved Alyssa so much more than any other woman before her, but there was just something about her adorable face and her beautiful body that made every inch of my skin tingle every time we were together like this, whether we were making love gently under the moonlight or fucking each other senselessly under the covers late at night while we watched porn together on her laptop screen as our bodies connected deeply inside one another during those hot summer nights when we couldn't wait any longer before needing each other desperately even if it meant having sex outdoors where anyone could see us having sex without caring if they did see us or not because our sex drives were just too strong for us to care anymore about such trivial things like public decency laws or social norms that said you weren't supposed to have sex outside or be exhibitionists or whatever else society preached at us so aggressively like a bunch of mindless sheep following their stupid leader wherever it may lead them no matter how dangerous the path may seem to be because they are following blindly along simply because everyone else is doing the same thing!

But eventually those days passed by quickly and the two of us moved on from Australia eventually ending up here in Spain with Alyssa now working as an architect for one of our new clients while I worked at managing their company here in Valencia while occasionally checking in on how things were progressing back home at our headquarters there in Australia every now and then.