The boy next door, literally. NSFW

Ah Philadelphia, what a hold you have over me. I returned September of 2016 for my birthday and a general catch up and holiday. I returned to stay with my old landlord and my kitties who I had honestly missed more than any person.

I arrive and am greeted with a sign and hugs from a dear friend who drove me into Philly until my landlord finished work, I was greeted with pure love and hugs and we caught up and I fell into a deep sleep in my small room, the next day hearing a key in the lock I shout down to who I thought was my landlord and was greeted with a stranger, I was told there was another roommate but I probably wouldn't see him, I explained who I was and we got chatting and ended up deciding on going to pick up some beers from the grocery place maybe 20 blocks away.

 We chatted the whole way, I explained about my original heartbreak and he told me his girlfriend cheated on him with the female babysitter and they were split up, this made me secretly happy as I was very much attracted to him and he seemed to be to me, we get back and as it's a nice night sit out back chatting and flirting him finding me on tinder and sending me cute, flirty messages whenever he went to get another beer or to the bathroom. The flirting got real and he asked if I wanted to go to this room and watch a movie and I said sure, I changed into a negligee and thigh high socks and he was laid in pj pants topless. He motioned for me to lay on him and I snuggled into him just as my landlord walked past and gave me the 'don't you dare' joking look. We watched some TV and we started to fool around and I said I didn't want to fuck the first night I knew him and he was seriously teasing me, pushing all the right buttons.

I checked my phone as a message flashed up and noticed it was after midnight and coyly mentioned this and he said "oh no, you said not on the first night and I'm not going to fuck you" instead driving me wild by kissing my thighs, not removing my panties and kissing over them, kissing and biting my nipples and kissing me so passionately. He said he had to go to sleep as he had work early and I said we should go for drinks tomorrow evening and then we'd have the house to ourselves. He agrees and pulls me into a hug, spooning me expecting me to sleep next to him but I said I wasn't tired and went to my room so as not to disturb him, when in reality I needed to masturbate because I was so turned on. I text him this and he replies with "you're going to be trouble, but you are in trouble tomorrow".

Tomorrow rolls around and I spend most of the day planning what to wear, deciding on a short romper that had loose sides so you could see my bra. I go to the bar to meet him there with a few co-workers and he is shocked how many of the bar know me. The tension is palpable, I slowly and seductively sip my cocktail through my straw. His hand grabs my thigh as I am sat on a bar stool and he is stood and positions himself so he is stood between my legs and somehow without me noticing gets an ice cube and rubs it up my thigh. Needless to say he enjoys me reaction, decides enough is enough and we leave to get the subway home. We are all over each other before we make it through the door. 

We get to his room and he slips me out of my playsuit and admires the matching black silk underwear before pulling his shirt off, pushing me down on the bed, one leg over each shoulder and pulls his belt off, undoes his jeans and somehow flips me over and begins spanking me, he takes off all my underwear and his and he is already rock hard and huge. he begins kissing me passionately all down my body, almost making me cum at every erogenous zone, before starting to kiss between my thighs. My hands aggressively pulling his hair and moving his head he takes his hands and pins mine to my sides but from under my legs so I can't move, he spends forever working me up to an orgasm then stopping and starting again. Until finally he lets me cum, before letting go of my arms coming up to kiss me and sliding inside, again causing orgasm. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly. I ask if I can get on top and he agrees flipping me up and over, I ride him and his hands are all over my chest until he settles one hand round my throat the other holding my back. I orgasm again and he is getting close and picks me up throws me down and flips me pulling my hair as he slams hard into me from behind. Other hand around my throat, my voice is becoming hoarse now and I'm so sensitive we orgasm at the same time and fall into a breathless heap, he pulls me close to lay on him and softly kisses my forehead. We fall asleep like this and awaken spooning his arms over me protectively.

If only I knew what was really going on....

The musician aka Mr Angst *possible trigger warning*

I think it's ironic me calling someone emotionally unstable but I really hit the nail on the head this time. We met on one dating site or another and had clicked quickly. We quickly ended up in a routine in which I would go to his place after he finished work and pick up alcohol and food and make my way out into the 'burbs (about a 30ish min train ride). We'll call him Mr Angst.

We'd drink and he'd get emotional about his ex girlfriend and then take it out on me sexually. A few times he got so drunk he passed out in his bathroom and I left him there and slept in his bed. It was hard to get him to do anything I wanted to do in the city unless it involved drinking and even that was rare. So me being naive and a thirsty bitch (because he was great in bed) I let this go on from March until May. I assumed we were dating as we were exclusive and spent most nights together.

All of a sudden he starts getting weird with me, he wants me to come over still but there is no sex. I begin to suspect there is someone else and he doesn't have the balls to tell me there was someone else, a common theme in my life sadly. Anyway we decided that we were gonna spend some time apart and that we would just text and the such after a rough night out where he had screamed at me.

His friend and I had decided to go dance the night away at a certain club known locally as 'the fuck hut' as he isn't happy with the way he was treating me and the fact I had to call
him at 4 in the morning one time to talk Mr Angst down because he threw a hissy fit of epic proportions because I'd scored us free Alkaline Trio tickets and they played a song that reminded him of his ex...

I digress, so at The Fuck Hut the drinks are flowing, we're getting our buzz on and dancing and I stop dead. Who shows up but Mr Angst, Non-Binary (the person I suspected he was screwing around with and another female friend I sort of got on with, he walks over and gets pissy I was there with HIS friend and he was blackout drunk I asked if I could come back with them all and talk it over as the middle of Philadelphia isn't really ideal. The least drunk of us drove back and he laid in the back with me head on my lap. We get back to his place and me and him go into his room and he begins SCREAMING at me, and throwing stuff. He goes off in a huff to smoke and leaves me on his bed in tears with no idea what I had done, and Non-Binary comes into talk to me as is so condescending I had to hold it together as I was going to hit them, I asked if they were fucking and they said no and never would (huge lie) and I start to get irate as she gave me a bump of (my own I'd left there for me and Mr Angst) cocaine... and I lost it, I went to the kitchen pulled out a HUGE sharp knife and asked Mr Angst if he wanted to see how much he had hurt me, while everyone else freaked out and tried to get me to calm down. 

He said I was worthless and he didn't care and before the words left his mouth i had slashed deeply into my thigh and he screamed at me to get out, at 5 in the morning to wait 2 hours for the train home or a $45 cab ride when I only had a $20 on me and no bank card as I never took it out, his friend I originally went out with walked me to the train station a block away and left me. I was bleeding profusely and became short of breath with a rapid heartbeat and remembered there was a fire-station just behind the train station so I wobbled my way there knocked on the side door and passed out.

I was awoken by a fireman asking my name and being shocked I was English he was dressing my leg and told me he called an ambulance as my pulse was racing and I was still struggling to breathe. I was loaded in and went to a small local hospital where I was the only emergency room patient. The whole time I was calling Mr Angst and everyone to no avail, I left messages and I finally received a reply saying, " we know, we saw from the apartment". I was dressed up and slept a few hours after I was sedated to slow my breathing and put in a cab, I asked him to take my to the rail station as I only had $20 on me and I wasn't really sure where I was and my phone was dead, the taxi driver insisted on driving me ALL the way home, the fare was $65 and he wouldn't accept the $20 I wanted to give him, instead asking me to donate it to a church and I did. I donated it to the shrine of Saint Rita while asking for thanks for that taxi driver who showed kindness is still alive.

A week later Mr Angst texts me, saying am I going over.... I did.