Freedom

My name is Rebecca, and I am a successful nurse at my local hospital. An attractive woman, taller than average, with long brunette hair, nice round boobs and a killer figure. Of course, many men find me attractive and will try to hit on me. Needless to say, I have had quite a string of lovers during my adult lifetime. Nothing too worth the while, though, hence why I am still alone.

But just up until some months ago, I was not as alone as I am today. I was dating a man, a man that seemed different from the rest, who seemed like someone who could fulfill my aspirations and let me fulfill his. It was a great chemistry, and for once I felt safe and in love. I had a lot going for this relationship, and, for a while it was all good. But good things never last, or so everybody says.

His name was Reuben, and we met at work. He was a passionate and smart man, and after a bit of dating, I just spent a lot of time at his house. We always had sex, and he was good at it so that’s something I really miss. He had a way to gently but forcefully, if that makes sense, to open my legs to the max and then dive into my pussy, which was always open and wet, ready to receive him, and lick it like he was a hungry dog licking a plate of leftovers.

He went deep with his slimmy tongue, making me squirt softly into his mouth, as he absorbed my juices like a thirsty man in the desert. It was wonderful; no other man has ever been so skilful and nice with my vagina. And when he penetrated me… his penis wasn’t the biggest, but he knew how to work it. He penetrated deep into me, slowly and sensually, letting my juices embrace his cock then he started to pound me going gradually harder.

It was as if he knew his way inside my pussy better than i did. I did enjoy it a lot. That is why we had sex so much. It was as if I loved him, and my family did too, and my friends… but that didn’t last. Before long, problems started to show up, and it wasnt fighting or anything of the sort that normal couples endure. He started to become manipulative, and I never really noticed it until later.

My life had become devoted to not getting him angry or upset at me, for the dumbest reasons, like texting my coworkers. Eventually, he made me sell my phone and he also sold his to make it “fair” but it was just nuts. I had to sell many of my belongings when he lost his job and I was trying to help him financially, and I almost even sold my car. All my friends and family were trying to tell me how my life was spiraling down the drain without me noticing, but I did not listen to them.

I was a mess too, once an attractive and always neat nurse, now a plain girl with barely kept hair and makeup, who did not care about her clothing, and was not even attractive as before. I was a real mess, and he was absorbing my life out of me.

After a few more months, and more downspiraling, I realized something was wrong. I tried to tell him off, to try to make him understand what was going on, and he said I was just against him and did not love him anymore. But I did still love him, even with all the bullshit, and I think I still love him. I just don’t know when the guy I loved, my Reuben, spiraled down and destroyed his own life. But one thing was for certain, I would not let him destroy my life too, even if I considered him my life.

So one day I just left. I left him with the money I gave him, the food I made for him, everything. I blocked him everywhere and moved out. He was probably very mad, but that’s his problem now. I told him what was wrong and he ignored me, then lost me.