Horror tale where a man’s obsession with sex starts to get the better of him!
In a bid to restore his ever waning energy, Terry forced himself to spend no more than fifteen hours each day in bed with Miss Mandy — during much of which he was too physically exhausted to make love to her, or else was unable to achieve an erection; an increasing problem of late. He also forced himself to eat at least two meals a day; plus an ever increasing amount of vitamin pills. Until he began to have reactions to the fillings used in the vitamin tablets, and suffered a spell of violent diarrhoea and vomiting. Much to the disgust of Miss Mandy, who shrieked in alarm when he vomited across the bed clothes one day, almost coating her.
So Terry gave up the vitamins and attempted to concentrate more on eating properly and conserving energy — a difficult proposition, since the weaker he became the stronger and more demanding Miss Mandy became. Always ready and willing for love making, she now began to demand it when Terry hardly had the strength to climb between her legs, let alone perform the sex act. So, reluctantly Terry accepted the submissive role, lying on his back in the middle of the bed while Miss Mandy mounted him, taking her pleasure hard and fast, hour after hour, day after day. Until he realised for the first time in his life why women complain about their men treating them like sex objects, as he began to suspect that was all he had ever been to Miss Mandy.
At first she had seemed loving, even her obscenely erotic suggestions had seemed to show genuine appreciation of Terry’s virility. But later, as she kept him pinned on his back beneath her all day and all night, indifferent to the effect it was having on his rapidly deteriorating health, Terry began to wonder whether he had ever been anything more to Miss Mandy than just an outlet for her nymphomanical sex appetite.
“For God’s sake let me up for a rest,” pleaded Terry. But he was cowered to silence as Miss Mandy’s violet eyes glared almost demonically at him for a second, before she closed her lids and continued to ride up and down on him as though he had never spoken.
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