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The Betrayal
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The Betrayal Creative Riters Corner # 11 You have reached a point in life where you're throwing the old debris out, your way of preparing to start over and restarting your life. As you rummage through old stuff, you find something which you received earlier in the year which meant a great deal to you then, but which only causes pain now. Tell us about it by showing us who gave it to you, where it's been, and what has caused it to fall out of favor. Write in the voice of your opposite gender for this challenge -- if you're female, write as a man, if male, as a woman. No word limit. ---------------- The Betrayal She was to have been my lesbian wife. She had been following me on the Internet ever since I had my live show on LiveVideo but had stayed mostly hidden in the background since the site closed. About four months ago she came to me and confessed how much she needed me. I was fed up with women and I certainly didn't want any of those foul men. Men are dirty and disgusting. I tried to discourage her at first because my heart had been broken so many times before by lesbians who just wanted to use me. I guess they saw my Supergirl outfit and thought that I was just crazy and could be easily used. Margaret pled and pled with me to give her a chance. Our personalities seemed to be a match made in heaven. She was the most wonderful butch I had ever met. We lived in separate areas of the UK. I lived in London and she lived in Houghton Regis. I didn't care that we lived a distance apart. I was more than willing to travel to her or have her travel to me. Even though I didn't have much money left over each month I had secretly started saving the moment I met her because she was the one. I simply quit eating some days and suffered rather than taking my pharmaceuticals just so we could be together one day. She was so thin and handsome. Everything a fluff like me could want. She was MY Princess Charming, nay, my queen to whom I would devote my life and services. I always loved the way she teased me and ordered me about, sending me to the step when I was naughty. When she started sending me to the pink fluffy step, I knew that her feelings had deepened. One day, she finally admitted that she had feelings for me. I was so happy that she finally admitted it that I was overjoyed. She, like I, was afraid of love because we had been hurt so many times before but she finally said that she loved me. I had to do something special. I started writing her a song and she wanted to hear what I had written. She had put on a Superman shirt for me to match my Supergirl outfit. When I saw it, I became so hot and wet that I almost slipped off of my chair. I told her that for me to be able to let her hear it, I would need a picture so that I could put the song in a YouTube video to send to her. She gave me permission to take a screenshot picture of her in the Superman shirt to use for the song. She got out of her chair and posed and I snapped the shot. It was the only thing that she ever really gave me. She got scared and blocked me. I knew that she feared her feelings so I wrote her a letter. Finally, she unblocked me but told me never to post on her wall. I found that strange but I was so in love that I obeyed her wishes. She was so forceful and strict that it really thrilled me. The next day, she showed me the wedding outfit that she wanted and chose the ring that she wanted. Knowing that she was sick and broke, I was ready to buy anything she wanted. She told me that she wanted to get married in a castle so I found the best castle which used to allow wedding ceremonies. They said that they no longer allowed weddings there so I showed her a few other castles but I was secretly going to make a large to their restoration fund if they would allow our wedding. I wanted it to be a surprise. She said that she wanted to come visit so I secretly started saving for her ticket as well. By stopping all of my pharmaceuticals and eating only once every other day, I was able to save more quickly than I realized. We continued to talk and one day, because she had started being stand offish, I told her I was going to start dating someone else if she couldn't commit. Every time I told her I loved her, she would send me to the step because she was afraid of love. I told her I was afraid of marriage and thought that she rushed it a little. It hurt her feelings and she didn't talk to me for a few days. The third day, she wanted to Skype again, so we did. After we talked and laughed awhile, she told me that she had to tell me something. I was all ears. "I don't want to tell you this... but... I love you with all of my heart and soul and I'm afraid of losing you." I was overjoyed! I was finally loved by another woman and I'm sure that my face lit bright enough to light a thousand lighthouses. I gave her my reply. "I love you with all of my heart and mind and soul as well. I can't wait for us to be in a large, pink , fluffy bed with satin sheets and please one another sensually. I can't wait to be your wife!" "I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED!" "You're the one who brought it up." "STEP!" "Look, darling. Don't be afraid of your feelings. You know that we love each other and can't stand to be without each other." She looked angry and went silent and logged off. I knew that something wasn't right. When she came back on a few days later though, she explained that a friend of hers died. She said that she wished that she still had her care bear but someone stole it. We continued to talk for awhile and I listened to her feelings about her friend passing. I talked with her about her feelings and when she started crying, it pulled my heart strings. I knew I had to do something to help her past this so I found the kind of care bear of which she was so fond and posted it to her. It came to almost triple the price with the postage and handling but I didn't care. I knew that she needed its comfort. It arrived a few days before my birthday. She seemed so happy to receive it. It filled me with joy that I was able to make my foxy little queen angel mistress so happy. I KNEW that we were going to be happy together. She started letting me say that I love her on occasion but sometimes reminded me that she didn't like that word. We grew closer and closer and one day I offered to buy some Super special friendship rings that were more than just friendship. SHE SAID YES! I started to order the expensive rings but something about her telling me that she didn't want to use the word love bothered me. I bought a set of rings that would bond us but I bought the cheapest set of rings I could find to see whether or not she would send me my ring. It was a test. We continued to talk and she finally got the rings just before Valentine's Day. Since it was a set, she was to send mine back to me. She said that she loved it and was sending my ring the next day. She asked for my address again to be sure that she got it right, which seemed strange, but I figured that since she asked she truly intended to send it. I surprised her on Valentine's Day posting the picture of the ring she sent me and tagged her so she would have a copy of the picture on her page. I also posted a couple special Valentine's Day cards on her page to make her day special. I told her that I had the money to get her to London and she said, "Don't make any plans." She was angry that I posted something on her page. I explained to her that I was just trying to make her Valentine's Day special since we were so far apart. I started crying and told her and screamed at her that she couldn't let me enjoy even one moment. "Oh, good grief. Okay." "Thank you" I whimpered. People started making comments on the post and some were jealous and others had to try to make it about themselves, telling her how much better THEIR rings were. I defended her and she told them that it was the most wonderful ring in the world. The picture had posted twice on her page because of a facebook error so we left that post and started flirting with each other on the other post. Some MAN jumped in and had to make a smart ass comment. "This is all bullshit." "You're bullsht!" I was pissed that some MAN would try to ruin our wonderful moment. Margaret jumped in. "Not on MY page!" She then blocked ME and I never heard from her again. I never received my ring and I was glad that I had tested her with the cheaper rings first. That wanker. That cunt! She gave me up for a fucking MAN! I know it won't last as big of a lesbian that she really is. I know that he's just using him for his money. That trollop! I'll never speak to her again! The only problem is that picture is still on my song. Everytime I see it, it breaks my heart. I would have treated her so well and given her everything she wanted and he was probably going to beat the shit out of her like the last MAN did! Good! I hope he breaks her fucking NECK! Still, I miss all of those sweet moments of laughter and fun we had, revealing our bodies to one another and running to the bedroom after to give ourselves release. Even though I removed the pictures of her from my favorites, they still come up on my cell phone. Everytime I see that picture, my heart breaks again and tears flow from my eyes. I so longed to kiss her tender lips and fondle her sweet breasts as she fondled mine. I know that will never happen now and it tears me apart... EVERY TIME I SEE THAT PICTURE! Fucking men! Daft fucking cunt!  |
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Fucking complicated, imperfect human beings is a more apt descriptor.  Some people learn how to forgive themselves as well as others who have wronged them or who they have wronged. Sometimes wonderful surprises happen to them. Just don't have any expectations. The Betrayal
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