Sacrificing My Love For You

Sacrificing My Love For You


It was ten thirty at night, and Owen needed to get out of the hub, and fast. He had tried to talk to Tosh all day, but she had been deliberately avoiding him.

He had been unable to concentrate, which was why it was fortunate that it was a slow day, and nothing happened at all. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he had learnt that morning.

He knew Tosh fancied him, and had even told him she loved him that one time. But he could have never imagined her love ran that deep and true. He was stunned beyond belief, and felt such guilt.

Guilt over the fact he didn’t feel the same. Oh, he was definitely attracted to her, no doubt. Tosh was a beautiful woman, even he wasn’t that blind, that he couldn’t see it.

But he didn’t love her. He didn’t believe in all of that romantic crap, that lead to dating, followed by moving in together, then marriage, and finally children. He was not family man material.

He needed to let loose, and forget what Tosh had done for him, just for one night, or he’d go insane from guilt. He would go to the pub, and find himself someone to take to bed.

Within an hour of arriving, and two beers later, he left the pub with two blonds, one on each arm. He led them to his flat. He and the two blonds stripped down, leaving a trail of clothing from the front door, to the living room, finally ending in the bedroom. The sex was wild, fast and dirty, and last until the early hours of the morning.

Meanwhile in Tosh’s apartment, she was watching an old classical movie, and had a glass of wine in her left hand. Just as she was taking a sip of wine, she almost choked, when she was hit with feelings of heated lust.

Her underwear was instantly soaked, and she throbbed between her legs, as she was hit with image after image, and wave after wave of lust and arousal.

Tosh gasped loudly, and felt tears rapidly fill her eyes, as she quickly placed her glass upon on the coffee table, and bolted for the bathroom, where she proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

‘Goddamn it, the bastard. He didn’t even wait a day, and he’s already shagging like something possessed’ She slowly got to her feet, and made her way towards the shower.

She switched the water on as hot as she could stand it. she felt dirty and violated. She shed her clothing, before stepping into the shower, and under the spray of running water.

She proceeded to scrub her body, until it was bright red from the heat of the water, and the force in which she was using to move the sponge against her bare flesh.

She half sobbed and half moaned, as she felt Owen coming, causing her to orgasm as well. She was mortified. She sobbed uncontrollably, as she slide down the tiled wall, and sat under the spray of water, as her release trailed down her leg, and onto the tiled floor, and finally down the drain.

Her sobs echoed off of the walls, as she curled in a ball on the floor, and sobbed uncontrollably. Her body shook violently with the force of her sobs.