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DITW 10-7 Gravitation
🕑 Added 2023-05-31 00:00:03 +0000 UTCThe tidal draw toward his wife, the woman he loved, pulled him closer with irresistible lunar power. Where Kimmy traveled, he would follow. And when Kimmy stilled, they would connect. If she voyaged, he would splash and swirl in her traveled path, looking evermore to reconnect.
The terrible thing that never happened, that neither of them could ever acknowledge, now seemed distant and foggy with her hand on his naked erection. Kimmy’s sexual touch reminded him of uncomplicated times, almost archaeological times, ossified into happy monuments prominent in his memory. Of asking her to marry him. Of their wedding. Of their honeymoon. Freakier ones, too. The first time she put her mouth on his cock. That incredible feeling the first night he’d made her orgasm. Happy pillow talk, naked in the dawning light. Tiger Bites. The terrible afternoon she told them they lost their baby.
He touched her beautiful face, and she closed her grip on his erection. They kissed. This time, love bloomed again in the plump osculation, their soft lips squashing one another. He tasted her tongue, his heart aching with the relief from clenched pain. It became too much emotion to bear, and it scared him into retreat. He shrank from their connection, timid, like a child afraid of the stove that had burned their hand.
Kimmy’s mouth shrank, then relaxed, and he adored the supple way her lips worked together. She was truly a gorgeous creature, so much about her elegant and graceful; a purity to her simple angular construction; an armature of long bones, sharp angles and swooping curves, exquisite muscle and ligament holding it all in lithe place; skin so soft and smooth, blushed in the butterscotch colors reserved for big cats or birds of prey. And those black eyes, deep with love or foreboding or maybe both. She’d never said a vicious word to him, never insulted him or hurt his feelings. Only ever offered support and care. But in eyes those black, any mysterious creature could swim; dark and unimaginable cosmic horrors, monstrous beings that would flay your flesh away from your soul.
She said, “Josh, you’re all I ever wanted in my life. I have everything I want in you.” Her hand caressed his cock, underhanded, coaxing, yet without fever.
Would her hand stay timid on Devlin’s mighty totem of enormous sexual power? In his sickly early-summer tent-dream, Devlin had put that veiny beast in his hand. Had he felt Devlin’s masculine force? Had it really been in his grip?
Had Kimmy held that titanic male organ throbbing with vitality, wicked sperm thrashing in Devlin’s huge balls like shark-infested waters? Had she succumbed to its power?
The thing Kimmy gripped now in her lukewarm marital bed paled in comparison. If the thing neither of them would ever acknowledge did happen, how could she return to her meek husband? How would she turn her back on a vigorous man like Devlin Stone?
He cupped her cheek, his heart growing heavy again, sinking like a rock in his wife’s mysterious gaze. He said, “I’m sorry I ever made you play that game.”
Her mouth creased, just for a second, before plumping again. “No apologies, remember?”
He nodded, whispering, “Yeah.”
She dipped her face to meet his lowered gaze. “It goes for you, too, Josh. No apologies.”
A terrible sadness seized his chest as he realized his penis had lagged in her hand, gone floppy and shrinking. Kimmy squeezed it with two fingers, trying to plump it. The smaller he felt in her hand, the more his hardness faded and the smaller it became.
She sighed—comforting, not disappointed—and she said, “We don’t have to tonight. It was a long flight. I know you want to sleep.” Or maybe she he disappointed her.
But how could any man not want to make love to a woman like Kimmy Chang? Naked and eager, trying to manipulate his organ into hardness. Devlin would say a woman like Kimmy Chang required a man who satisfied her. Never failed her. Never let her down.
Devlin wouldn’t shrink in her hand. Both of them knew that, but neither of them would say it. It just hung in the air like an unacknowledged noxious smell.
Maybe that’s why the thing that never happened had happened. Maybe Kimmy Chang didn’t get what she wanted from Josh Waters.
Maybe Devlin gave it to her.
His cock returned to full hardness in his wife’s warm hand. Kimmy moved quicker, pleased with the renewal. Wanting it. Not doing her husband a favor, no, Kimmy was a woman with needs as large and complicated as his own. She wasn’t his subjugate wife; they were a partnership, and each of them had desires and capabilities they brought to the bargaining table. If he offered his floppy penis in a bargain, negotiations might break down.
Under Kimmy’s inexorable sexual pull, he moved into her, wanting to satisfy her before she sought satisfaction elsewhere. The challenge thrilled his heart. But the proximity of an aggressive and much larger challenger scared the shit out of him. Shrank his balls and his confidence, and frightened away his masculine stiffness.
It was erotic and terrifying.
But a game they had to stop.
His mouth crushed hers, his eyes squeezed shut; he flexed every summonable pelvic muscle, forcing his erection to stay strong.
Don’t flee. Please, don’t flee.
He got over top of her, and Kimmy was willing, going to her back, long arms slinking around him, her limber legs opening, allowing her husband access to pollinate her dusky little flower, to deposit his seed.
She even told him directly now, her hands cupping his jaw, looking into his eyes, her black gaze frightening in its illegibility. “Come inside me, Josh. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He didn’t know how to respond.
Kimmy urged him. “Please, Josh. I need it. I need to feel you come inside me.”
A demand.
An easy demand, sure, but a fallible task. A challenger loomed behind him, expecting his failure, eager to replace him, eager to send him into the woods with nothing. Take from him a resource he didn’t deserve. A resource meant for better males. Stronger men, more capable ones that a woman like Kimmy wouldn’t deny.
Kimmy would be relieved if he scampered off into the underbrush with his tail between his legs, his softer and smaller penis jiggling between his legs.
And that made him hard as a rock. Because there was no Devlin in this room. Only Josh and Kimmy, married, living together, families connected.
Or did his obligations burden Kimmy Chang?
Did his last name weigh her down? Was Kimmy Chang freer that Kimmy Waters? During the day she was slick and sinewy Kimmy Chang, esquire. By night she was Kimmy Waters, beige and watery, clad in formless cotton, making Tiger Bites for her husband, and weaving cat beds.
The warmth of her interior claimed his hard cock. He sank his hardness inside his wife. Kimmy sighed with satisfaction. She was hot. But barely wet. She didn’t teem. Her interior didn’t welcome him with a gush of sexual excitement. The reception was mild. Disinterested, even. Her words were flabby invitation, polite platitudes meant to charm her husband away from her deceit.
Or she was honest, only timid now, worried the husband she’d pursued to Rome would reject her.
Or maybe she would retell this story to her lover, she and Devlin Stone laughing together at Josh Waters’s expense, the two of them in his bed at lunch, his apartment only a few minutes’ drive from Kimmy’s office. Would she tell Devlin she’d almost lost him from their game—not Josh and Kimmy’s, but Devlin and Kimmy’s? That Josh almost bailed on them and they could no longer enjoy inflicting torment? They would laugh because he was a fool who couldn’t help himself, a worthless puppy dog happy to have any owner.
He withdrew.
Kimmy called his name, tried to pul him back, but he crouched on his knees between her open legs with his penis listing to one side, removed of its necessary steel. He couldn’t satisfy her.
“Josh, what are you doing?”
Kimmy sat up, her thighs closing in on him. She hugged one arm around his neck, her other hand discovering his flaccid member, unable to perform its duty. She fondled his penis, but her hand stilled. Her forehead touched his.
“It’s late, Josh. Would you just hold me? Can we sleep together? I just want your body next to mine.”
He told her yeah, his ego crushed. His defense system worked to blame this on her, show her he was still mad, that the same specter that had haunted him in Rome lurked in the shadows of this room. This was her fault. Sure, he told her he didn’t want an apology, but maybe he deserved an apology. The more this was her fault, the less it was his.
But what if… Maybe he could hear the truth? Maybe she should tell him how far she went with Devlin.
But what would that do to him?
It would murder him. Devastate him. Tear him down to a pile of bloody shreds.
Maybe Devlin only fingered Kimmy. Or maybe less than that. Maybe she let Devlin remove her panties. Maybe she showed Devlin her dusky flower. Maybe he parted her petals.
Fuck.
He grew hard again. Kimmy’s grip expanded to accommodate his hardness’s return.
She snuffled a small chuckle filled with happy relief. Her hand stroked his hard cock. With her forehead on his, her eyes closed, one hand at his neck, her long, long fingers scratched at his cheek and jaw, the other closed around his erection. “I want us to devote ourselves to each other, to our marriage. Okay? No more games.”
He grimaced, his features twisting, rolling his forehead against their small point of contact. A measure of blame pointed his way. Their game. More like his game. It was his game.
She said, “I say we go for it. We buy a house. Start a family. We do it now. Not later. Now.”
How? How would they do that? They had capital, but it wasn’t enough to buy a house around Toronto. They would be down to one job again. But maybe... Maybe she was right. Maybe big things would happen for him. Maybe staying safe made things dangerous. Maybe staying in one place made you a target.
Or maybe Kimmy would tell Devlin she had him right where she wanted him. Monday at lunch, stretched out in his bed, her panties on the floor. Or stuffed in the couch. Maybe they always had sex on the couch. Maybe they both planted the panties there, laughing, wondering if he would find them. Devlin would ask her what if he finds them, and she would say to Devlin, I can convince him of anything. Devlin touched Kimmy’s cheek and admired her cruelty.
His cock leaked slickness into Kimmy’s grip.
He shuddered and pushed away from her, backing off the bed.
She pleaded for him, naked, legs open, one palm shining with his pre-cum. “Josh, come back, please.”
He huffed ragged breaths and felt more panicked than he had ever felt in his life. He ruffled his hair, eyes wild like a frightened animal, his thoughts racing. “I just, I have to...”
He turned then, naked, embarrassed by his nudity in front of his wife, went and hid in the bathroom. Didn’t even turn the lights on. Put his back to the door, twisting his head on his neck, grimacing with intense anguish. Feelings of betrayal, or maybe failure, or maybe lust. His cock throbbed and leaked more pre-cum, running over his scrotum.
He went to hands and knees and snuck across to the laundry hamper. When he’d come in here for his shower, he’d brought only one item from his suitcase. The panties he’d found in Devlin’s couch. The panties she’d hid for him to find because they were playing his game. The panties Devlin removed before he fucked her on his couch that afternoon. Fucked her and come inside her and pushed his fingers into her pussy or maybe her anus, just so he could make Josh smell them when they met for the Jay game later that night.
Comments
KT Morrison
Love the fitting Gollum reference!
KT Morrison
Love this.
KT Morrison
Beautiful!
KT Morrison
Thank you!—fixed them in my manuscript
CSH
Found some typos: But in eyes those black Or maybe she he disappointed her. Kimmy called his name, tried to pul him back when they met for the Jay game
CSH
I think your second paragraph above is spot on. I don’t agree with the conclusion about being honest though as that path is a very different one than we have seen so far. In my opinion, it would essentially be a different story and would contradict much of what we have seen from the characters up to this point. Eventually, I think Josh gets the full confession from Kimmy, I just think it will come so late that it can’t save him. We will see. He might not even “believe” it by then. Anyway, I don’t think we are there yet. This is kind of a sexual horror story, and as Devlin said, “now it gets good”.
L_S87
It's interesting to see Kimmy react to Josh, where there are moments that she appears to contemplate a confession when Josh makes an assertion she knows to be untrue. Like Josh saying he's sorry he ever made her play that game and she gets grim for a moment, because she knows her actions preceded the game by a significant sum of time. Josh's game had nothing to do with her own reasoning or decision to go down this path, it merely became an added conduit to feed her desires once they started playing. (And a way to potentially convince Josh of allowing her free reign, at least before everything fell apart) I do agree that Kimmy is trying to wave a magic wand and make everything go back to the way it was before. Before her indiscretions, before her evil manipulations, before the game. Mostly, i think, because she just wants his love back. A love she's made it clear many times she doesn't feel like she can do without. Her way of doing this is patented Kimmy succubus manipulation, but she doesn't seem to realize how broken Josh is from her actions. I'm wondering if this particular scene makes that clear and how she will approach Josh after he ran away. That will make all the difference in how things move forward. Again i'll say i wish Kimmy would tell Josh the truth. He asserts it would destroy him. I assert it would set him free. Allow him to pick up the broken pieces of his psyche and put them back together in some semblance of order. Then he could move forward with Kimmy in a new game. One where there are no boundaries between them and THEY can run circles around Devlin. No betrayal, no acrimony, no embarrassment, no panic. Both of them understanding the other and fulfilling those needs, together. But this requires Kimmy to be someone who i'm not sure she can be anymore. We'll see!
Donkatsu
Not clear to me Kimmy is trying to rekindle the marriage of who they once were. It seems to me that Kimmy briefly considers, then dismisses the idea of a full confession, rationalizing a broken Josh as the outcome. She offers him an "as if I never did those things with Devlin" future where, at some point she will just have to return to work because "we need the money." Josh already knows the truth and Kimmy's offer would prolong his emotional and sexual purgatory by taking the truth off the table forever. It would leave Devlin out there always, returning to Kimmy's flower sooner rather than later, all to be ignored by Josh. Kimmy and Devlin need this current angst by Josh so that they can make hime dependent on the lies to fuel his loyalty. What a chapter, kt.!
CSH
Well it comes through in the text that they are both in love with the person they married. They are both just different people now. Kimmy is trying to rekindle the old relationship but Josh recognizes, perhaps unconsciously, perhaps only sexually, that what Kimmy is trying to do is not possible. They will have to find a new way to connect now. We will see how that plays out.
L_S87
The twists and turns of Josh's mental state were somewhat confusing here because of some of the conclusions he draws, but i think that may be the point? It's the portrait of a man who is bewildered by what he's feeling, the scenario he's in and completely baffled as to what path he should take. Wracked with indecision. Hence the multiple failures at arousal and having sex with Kimmy. Wanting to, but feeling unworthy, feeling betrayed. Needing the truth, but not wanting it because he already knows what it is and it's destroying him. I feel like what really did him in here was Kimmy's reaction physically, that her words didn't match what her body was doing and it brought everything into stark, brutal focus. What i truly wonder from all of this is how things move forward. This is clearly what Devlin wanted. A Josh who feels unworthy, who thinks Kimmy is better than him, who should only have sex with a physical specimen as awe inspiring as Devlin. For Josh to determine he can't have sex with Kimmy, only Devlin should, and then tell Kimmy that. Beg her for that. But, i don't think that's what Kimmy wants. She's said time and time again that sex with Devlin is physically the most enjoyable she's ever had, but it means nothing without Josh. She craves sex with Devlin, but she's an empty vessel full of pain and anguish without Josh's love. She needs sex with Josh because that's her emotional connection. Her way to show devotion to the man she loves, even though she's betrayed him countless times. She doesn't want a broken man who is afraid to touch her. That's the whole point of what she's trying to do here, retain that emotional connection through physical affirmation of how she feels, even if it isn't the greatest sexual turn on. I wonder if she'll draw the conclusion that she needs to tell him the truth, or her typical Kimmy-fied half baked facsimile of it, to help move him into a different mental space. I don't know if i would say it's "clear" on what Josh does from here, but it feels rather predictable. What isn't, for me, is how Kimmy reacts to this... and how she responds to Devlin because of it. Greatest (and most devastating) show on earth, KT.
JamesIsAsleep
This was one of the more impactful reads I've had from KT in a while.
CSH
Fantastic portrait of a man who has now developed an all encompassing sexual fetish so that he needs it just to get excited. It’s never been done better. Josh is addicted now and he behaves in ways familiar to all addicts. It’s not their game, it’s Josh’s game “my precious!”. He’s not letting her take that from him. How dare she? He needs it. Kimmy thinks they can go but there’s no way back, just embrace the change and move deeper in. This is great stuff. BTW, Josh is going to dive so deeply into his fetish that the truth will have virtually no impact, in my opinion. Have you heard the joke - “ Whip me, beat me!” says the masochist to the sadist. The sadist curls her lip cruelly and just says, “no”.
Tracey52
This is agony to read but what i thought Josh would feel if he found out. I hope he finds out the whole truth, so that at least he knows fully what he has to deal with.
Mike Monroe
Josh is a broken sad sack of a man. The inner monolog is heartbreaking. Is there a recovery from this. Yes ..it seems he has PTSD...regarding Kimmy and Devlin...It like everything is breaking though at once. The realization of what he almost believe has happen between Kimmy and Devlin...tragic ..Full of hopefulness ..shattered to pieces...A shell of himself....where does this go from here. Josh is destroyed...Period!!! Just really sad...really sad!!! Great work KT.... brilliant but sad!!!
