The Blue Dress Part 2 - Becca's Revenge

Becca woke from a deep sleep and found Kyle laying at her side. She enjoyed a full stretch and the constriction of fabric on her shoulders reminded of the dress she still wore. Staring at the man sharing her bed, Becca tucked brown hair behind her ear and smiled.Kyle lay on his back with one arm curled above his head. His face angled away from her and his dark hair was amusingly unruly. Kyle had once again kicked the comforter from the bed during the night, leaving only a white sheet to conceal his body below the navel. The morning sun?s aggressive angle threw a blade of light though the bedroom window, illuminating the sheet against Kyle?s tanned stomach.Becca consumed the simple tranquility of her surroundings and a surreal calm overtook her. The scent of fresh linens, the stillness of the house, the sharp contrast of bright white enveloping her husband?s soft, brown skin Escort Pendik ? the combined sensations were hypnotic, no doubt aided by the last remnants of sleep floating through her body.She ran two fingertips down Kyle?s side until they met the sheet near his hip. In his sleep, he exhaled a gentle grunt. Becca giggled, beaming at the powerful protector of her family, a tall man wrapped in taught bulk, capable of leaping tall buildings or tossing cars with ease, at least in the eyes of her children. But now, lost in sleep beside her, his power was tamed and the vulnerability was intoxicating. She felt a need to express her love the way he had shared his the night before and surrendered to the spell of her desire, careening towards another world where time and rational thought are left behind, where actions occur unplanned, experienced Beykoz escort only in real-time.Becca leaned to take her husband in her mouth and was suddenly jolted by a pang of anxiety. Emotions from her past surged into her present and broke the spell of hypnosis, shooing away the jitters in her stomach. She blinked and looked around the room, trying her best to combat the dark surge.---Everyone has a past ? a constant Companion, like an ever-present shadow. It follows us all, as sure as the sun and unique to the person casting it. For some, this Companion is a platform, sturdy bedrock molded from persistence and firm underfoot. But for others, it?s an unknown presence stalking just outside the mind?s consciousness, more menacing the less that is visible. Regardless of the Companion?s form, it?s a brute animal?wild and dangerous if left to Cevizli escort bayan roam feral, powerful and useful if bound and tamed.Becca?s Companion began as a creature too cruel to be real, born of horrible events further sharpened by a young mind. Her innocence had been taken by force at a young age, though she was years into her marriage before she realized the extent of what was stolen. The true violation was not of the flesh, but of the psyche ? a lasting wound to her intimacy. Taken was her confidence, the ability to initiate this simple pleasure for the man she loved. Her sexual identity had largely become limited to the actions of her husband, her imagination and creativity cloaked in a gown of shame hemmed shut from years of guilt.In time and with much persistence, Becca and Kyle had exposed her beast in the light of their trust, revealing its weakness and beating it into submission. But despite being vanquished, no matter how many times, our past cannot be buried and forgotten. The corpses of our fallen Companions occasionally rise from the dead to be battled once more, as did Becca?s on this morning.Becca hated the man who had done this to her.