Kasia took a long drag of a cigarette as she stepped into the sunken bathtub. The steamy water was scented with lilac bath oil. Lilac is his favorite scent. She pretended the thought hadn’t popped into her mind unbidden and quickly pushed it aside. She lowered herself into the scented water and lazily extended her legs. Her slender and toned legs glistened like fine porcelain beneath the rippling surface. The scented water lapped over her large, bell-shaped breasts and left sparkling rivulets to skim smoothly down her soft flesh. 

She took another drag from the cigarette and let out a long, controlled breath. She reached over the small rim of the tub, where a wine glass, an open bottle of wine, her lighter, a pack of cigarettes, and an ashtray were neatly placed on the marble deck next to her cell phone. She filled the glass to its rim and drank half the wine in the glass in two gulps. 

Kasia closed her eyes for a moment and tried to calm her mind. She mindlessly brought a finger to her right breast, where a purple and blue bruise had bloomed and disappeared, and she lovingly traced it by memory. Incessant thoughts of him wouldn’t allow the calmness she desperately wanted to wash over her. She huffed and swore under her breath as she glanced over at her cell phone and stared at it with contempt. She butted out the cigarette and let her hand rest on her cell phone.

A moment later she huffed to herself, “Fuck it.”

My cell phone chirped and vibrated annoyingly loudly on the glass surface of the night table next to my bed. I briefly glanced at the bright screen to identify the caller. My cock twitched hard when I saw Kasia’s name illuminated on its screen.

I was immersed in analyzing a de-watering plan for a pre-construction survey of six twenty-story condominium buildings very close to a residential neighborhood. I considered ignoring her call for only a second.

I answered her call. “Hello, Kasia.” 

Kasia replied, “Hello, Jonathan.”

I remained silent for a moment before I replied. “Our last conversation was such that I believed I’d never hear from you again. You made it resoundingly clear that you would rather, quote, ‘Chew off your own tits before you spoke to me again’.”

Kasia hadn’t returned any of my texts or phone calls for a week. When she decided to call me, I was greeted with a scathing, verbal ass-kicking. Her rant was a mashup of Russian and English. She vowed to never meet with me again but provided no explanation. Three months had passed since that call.

Kasia inhaled deeply.  “I know you must hate me for how I treated you.”

I calmly replied, “I haven’t heard from you in three months. I didn’t say I hate you, Kasia. I said I believed I’d never hear from you again.”

“Can we please at least talk about it?” she asked. “Will you allow me to explain why I treated you in such an ugly and undeserved manner?"

I rubbed the whiskers on my chin hard and sighed in annoyance. “To what end, Kasia?”

“I don’t know to what end, Jonathan. But anything must be better than the way we left it.” she almost whispered the words.

“How can you know that any other way would be better, Kasia? Maybe we are supposed to leave it exactly as it is. Most stories in life don’t have a happily-ever-after ending,” I replied in a harsher tone than I had intended.

Kasia sighed deeply. “My entire marriage was spent waiting for moments that never came. I would rather live a life full of stories with unhappy endings than a life void of stories.”

Her words stirred me.

Kasia cupped a hand over her breast and gently pressed it against her chest. “I miss you,” she replied. She slowly slid her hand over her flat belly and spread her legs. She let her fingertips brush across her thrumming clit.

“I miss you too, Kasia. But I think it would be…,” I paused. My cock twitched hard as images flashed unbidden through my mind of the sexual hunger burning in Kasia when I had her in my bed. I wanted her again. I wanted to lose myself in her fiery and pleading eyes as I used her in unspeakable ways for my sexual gratification. I wanted my cock to make her cry as I fucked her ass. I wanted to lap up her tears as they rolled onto her cheeks. “I think it would be impossible to simply pick up from where we left off.”

“I’m willing to try if you are, Jonathan.” Kasia’s voice was soft and breathy. A small shiver shot through her as she cupped her hand over her pussy.

I didn’t reply.

Kasia gently stroked her pussy. "Have you replaced me with another slut already?" she asked.

I chuckled. “I don’t know which Russian woman Paul McCartney was referring to. But it’s evident he never crossed your path, Kasia. Back in the U.S.S.R. my ass.”

“I miss you madly, Jonathan,” she softly gasped as her fingertips parted her slick pussy lips. “I am yours for the taking if you still want me.”

Kasia doesn’t look close to being forty-five years old. Her husband is twenty years her senior. Her slender body is tight and toned. She has large breasts that are firm and perky, with the cutest of pink nipples that always appear to be erect. The flare of her hips is symmetrically perfect for her waist and legs. Her long, black hair has the slightest hint of a wave. Mischief dances with a glint in her big, brown eyes when she smiles. Her soft skin shimmers like pale ivory when it catches even the dimmest of light. I could think of her all day long, dream of her at night, and still miss her.

“What about your husband, Kasia?” I asked, breaching the subject that she skirted the few times I brought it up in conversation.

Kasia snapped out of her aroused trance and sat up in the tub. I heard the water splash around her.

She replied sharply, “All he cares about is making more money to add to what we already have that we couldn’t ever spend in ten lifetimes.” She closed her eyes. I heard her take a deep and tight breath. “I told him about you, Jonathan. He returned home unannounced a few days earlier than expected from an overseas business trip. He noticed the fading marks on my breasts,” Kasia held her breath as she waited for me to reply.

My heart pumped like a piston in my chest. I thought back to how I had marked Kasia’s full, meaty breasts. She was on her back on my bed, her head dangling over the edge of the mattress. I dug my fingers deep into her breasts and twisted them as I fucked my cock down her throat. I pulled and tugged at her breasts, sometimes lifting her shoulders off the mattress. I struck her reddening breasts with heavy slaps. Kasia lustfully accepted each blow. When she bucked her hips upwards, I lay on top of her and buried my face between her legs. I sucked her pussy into my mouth. She clawed at the mattress and gurgled a scream around my cock. I sank my teeth into her meaty pussy and an orgasm ripped through her. She squirted her wet release into my mouth and onto my bedsheets in a quivering stream.

I set my jaw and asked, “And?”

Kasia let her breath out and calmly replied, “He wasn’t pleased, obviously. His ego couldn’t process what I confessed. I reminded him that he hadn’t touched me in years and that he was hardly ever home. And when he is home, I’m invisible to him. I made it clear that he forfeited any say in any decision I make.” Her voice rose in pitch. “He forbade me to see you again.”

“Go on, Kasia,” I said after a short silence.

Kasia somberly replied, “I told him I refuse to live without passion and sex in my life anymore. He stormed out of the house to go to work. When he got home, he didn’t act any differently from how he normally does. He very briefly breached the subject over dinner that evening. He asked that I continue to keep up the appearance that we’re happily married. To our family, friends, and particularly to his business clients. If I didn’t agree, he’d want a divorce. And he wanted me to give him my word that I wouldn’t fuck anyone in our house. He spoke to me as if he was negotiating a business contract. I don’t know if I should feel relieved or insulted that my husband thinks I am not worth fighting for. He made me feel that I was nothing more than a marketing expense to him. I was furious for days afterwards. That’s why I said those horrible things to you. I lashed out blindly at you, Jonathan.” Kasia paused and drew a shallow breath. “I’m ...”

I interrupted Kasia halfway through her apology, “Don’t apologize to me, Kasia. How are you holding up with all that has transpired? It can’t be easy to sort your thoughts out with the drastic and sudden changes in your life. I’m …”

Kasia cut me off halfway through my apology, “Don’t you dare apologize to me, Jonathan. You were the one thing that brought joy into my life since I don’t know when.”

I didn’t interrupt her.

Kasia chuckled. “That’s what I find perplexingly funny and confusing about all this. Nothing has changed between me and my husband. Nothing has changed in my life. I think he’s relieved in some twisted way that I won’t be bringing up the subject of sex anymore. I don’t know if I should feel relieved or insulted about that either.”

I told Kasia I was at a loss for meaningful words to say to her.

She paused for a moment to reflect. She shut her eyes so tightly that white spots floated behind her eyelids. “Are you always that rough when you fuck, Jonathan?”

I chuckled at Kasia’s question in amusement. “I am aroused by the not so gentle side of sex, Kasia. Pain, like passion, can be an intimate language between lovers. I’m not for everyone, and I accept that. I’m not just a simple brute.”

Her voice quavered, and she swallowed hard. “Your sole focus was on using me as fuck meat. You were enraptured in making use of me as if I were a two-dollar whore.” 

“You didn’t utter a single word in protest,” I replied.

Kasia drew a shuddered breath. “You hurt me,” she feebly muttered.

I grinned to myself. “Your pussy drenched my sheets, Kasia,” I sternly replied.

Kasia emptied her half-filled glass of wine in one gulp. Drops of cool wine spilled onto her breasts and made her shiver as she watched the red liquid trace the swell of her breasts and mix with the water. “I was scared,” she replied. 

“Your body told a very different tale, Kasia. You couldn’t stop coming.” I reminded her.

I had used Kasia hard the few times we had met. She responded with a lustful intensity that equaled my own. I had guided Kasia to her knees with a fist full of her hair and turned my back to her. I pulled her mouth to my ass. Kasia spread my ass. She spat and used her tongue to slather the spit before she kissed, licked, and shoved her tongue in my asshole. Her manicured nails dug deep into my ass cheeks. She reached around my hips with one hand and stroked my cock as she tongued my ass to a mind-bending orgasm.

Kasia opened her mouth, it took a moment before words came out. “I had never felt anything resembling what I felt with you.”

“No one has control or a choice in what stimulates us sexually, Kasia,” I said.

“I wasn’t aware that any of those feelings could possibly exist and feel so gratifying,” she replied. "It felt like I was awake in an unremembered dream."

I replied, “You’re welcome for the mind-expanding experience, Kasia. You’re a very special and intriguing lady. You are funny, smart, and drop-dead sexy and gorgeous. I couldn’t get enough of you, or your body. The more you offered me of yourself, the more I needed.”

Years of sexual neglect in her loveless marriage had numbed her passionate spirit. Kasia shuddered at the beautiful thought of how desperately and insatiably I wanted to ravage her.

 Kasia nervously asked, “Do you still desire me, Jonathan?” 

I chuckled. “Of course I do, Kasia,” I replied. “I do have one very simple request. I’d be very grateful if you’d be so kind to grant it.”

Kasia bit her lip. Her heartbeat’s quickened rhythm was carried in her words. “What is it you request of me, Jonathan?” she asked.

“Don’t chew your tits off, Kasia. They are much too beautiful,” I said as I laughed.

Kasia laughed nervously. “They are yours for the taking. My breasts feel and look uninspiringly bare without your marks.” She sighed softly and said, “I adored when you threw me on your bed and how you pinned my wrists to the small of my back with one hand. I feigned the struggle to break free of your grip. I purposefully never uttered a word in protest. I didn’t want you to stop. In that moment, I was consumed with an impassioned lust. The thought of willingly submitting to you sexually stirred me. When you yanked my gown over my hips and tore my panties off.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper. “I almost came, feeling and knowing both my holes were left vulnerable and exposed to you.” 

“You’re making me horny, Kasia. I don’t enjoy being teased or appreciate being manipulated. Regardless of how charmingly and seductively you’re capable of doing both,” I playfully growled. 

The grin on her face could be felt through the phone. “I enjoy knowing I can make your cock hard, Jonathan. It makes me horny.” She giggled innocently. “I am naked in my tub, with the scent of lilac all over me. I am very, very wet. Dripping wet. Just how you like me,” she purred. 

Kasia switched her phone to speaker mode. The soft splashing of water sounded tinny and far away. I imagined Kasia wet and burning with a torrid need to be fucked. Her long, black hair matted in messy strands to her face, neck, shoulders, and breasts. Clawing at her hungry pussy with both her trembling hands in a desperate search for a cooling reprieve for the swollen and thrumming slit between her legs. 

Kasia panted, “Come to me, Jonathan, right now. Force me to apologize for teasing you in any manner you wish. I need your beautiful cock deep in my belly. Paint my tits again with pain and color.” 

“In any manner I wish, Kasia? You’re certain that is what you desire?” I asked in a lustful growl. 

I was more than willing to play along with her. She excites me. Kasia is a great fuck as well as being drop-dead gorgeous. She’s also very talented at sucking cock. There were moments when I thought she had sucked out a piece of my soul along with my cum. We effortlessly talked for hours on end. It wasn’t only the sex that drew me to the Russian temptress in her.

“Yes! Use me for every dirty whim in you,” she pleaded.

My heart raced at the thought of having Kasia again. “I will come over, Kasia. Expect to be pulled up to your knees by your long, wet hair. I’ll pull out my cock, force your head back, and cover your beautiful face and tits in my piss,” I softly growled. 

Kasia gasped. “Anything you wish. Force me to drink your piss. I’ll do that for you and only you. Pull me out of the tub by my hair, force my legs apart, and piss on my dripping pussy if it’ll please you.” 

I listened intently to the lapping and splashing sound of the water as Kasia worked her submerged pussy with increased fervor. Her whimpers and moans increased in volume and in the tempo of their broken rhythm. 

“Please.” Her plea was small and urgent. The word sounded as if it were painfully torn from deep in her throat. 

“Squeeze your cunt, Kasia,” I ordered in a breathy, whispered sneer. 

She clamped down hard on her pussy with both her hands. Kasia moaned in raspy, guttural breaths. I heard her draw the uncontrolled, deep, and final breath as she prepared to welcome La Petite Mort. Her fingers dug deep into the soft, swollen folds between her legs. I heard her loud quavering groans, whimpers, sobs, and whines, mixed with thrashing splashes of water, as Kasia’s orgasm peaked. 

I stroked my cock to Kasia’s chaotic song as it slowly quietened into silence. 

“I want your cock again. My body and mind are filled with raging chaos. Empty me, please, Jonathan.” Kasia’s words carried the torment she was begging me to take away from her. “Beat my breasts and cover them in your cum. Fuck me like a cheap whore again, Jonathan. It was thrilling and liberating. It made me feel alive. It was my rebirth. Make me feel that way again.”

I wouldn’t deny Kasia her lurid request. I couldn’t deny Kasia anything she asked of me.