Sex & Violence with Leanne

Sex & Violence With Leanne



Leanne showed up in my life at a time when I was so burnt out from work that I had apparently stopped thinking. She was a nice enough girl, though, once you got over the fact that she fucked anything that moved.

The pictures in my album marked as “Leanne” are of Vancouver Model “Amanda”. I include them because her face and body remind me very much of Leanne’s, especially her breasts.

 

A Girl Who Ran with the Wolves

Leanne was this girl I dated for a couple months in Northern Alberta.

Her Dad had run off when she was 10 and her Mom was an alcoholic. She wasted some time with a guy who screwed her without birth control until she needed an abortion, the father dumping her as soon as she had gotten pregnant. Leanne never expected much from men and therefore suffered through a lot of relationships with assholes wiser girls would have easily avoided.

I naïvely assumed she was a nice kid because anyone who had been hurt in as many relationships as she had been couldn’t possibly want to hurt anyone herself. Like most of my assumptions, it was erroneous.

 



…Or Do You Want What’s

Behind Door #3?

Beats me how Leanne managed it but she sure had a knack for getting into bad relationships. Maybe that includes me.

She had nothing particularly good to say about the guys she had dated so I figured I had it made; me, Mr. Nice Guy, couldn’t help but look good to her after the collection of jerks she had been mixed up with so far in her life.

Has anyone else lamented the abundance of girls who can’t spot a good man when he is standing in front of them with a bouquet of roses in his hands, $100 dollar bills falling out of his pockets and a handsome, honest smile on his face? Leanne was the kind of girl who would not only find that fellow intensely boring but would end up dating the drug addict that stole his Porsche. “I can change him.” she would have assured everybody and she wouldn’t change him one bit.

“I think all guys are bastards.” she told me.

“Then you’ve been hanging out with the wrong kinda guys.” I tried to tell her.

That was the girl I got mixed up with.

 

Leanne’s First Dates

I found out later Leanne was ready to take me to bed the first night I took her out, like she did with all her other first dates.

I took her to a bar, instead.

Unbeknownst to me, the bartender that night was some immature twit who had already had his turn in Leanne’s bed. He didn’t take my dating her well and kept mixing up our drinks; plopping my pint of Molson Canadian down in front of the girl he had “done the boogie” with a few weeks previous while he served me her Caesar cocktail.

I just thought he was stupid, but Leanne told me later that he was deliberately putting too much Tabasco in her drink. “He knows I don’t want it real spicy.” she complained “He was being a bastard.”

 

Unusual Breasts

We screwed on our 3rd date. Leanne turned out to be a fun little bedroom bounce, probably due to all the extra practice she was getting with all the other boys.

She had a very attractive body, just to my taste, I reflected as I pulled her bra off for the first time. I blatantly stared at her taut, unusual tits. They were very arousing to look at.

“I like your breasts” I murmured as we fell back onto my bed in each other’s arms. “They’re ugly.” she responded and she held me close as if trying to hide them.

I guessed she was self-conscious about them since they were small and not of a classic shape, but they were quite unique and extremely attractive. Her nipples were perfect in size, colour and texture and I began by sucking on them.

We had a nice fuck, that first time, but nothing special. We did it missionary.

I watched my hard dick slide in and out of her as she lay back on my bed and let me go at it. I didn’t wear a condom, didn’t even ask her if she wanted me to. I just moved in and out of her box until my sperm blasted into her. I kissed her affectionately on her check then rolled over and took her into my arms.

Somewhat belated, I asked “By the way, Leanne, what kind of birth control are we using?” I was starting to worry that I had just knocked her up and maybe my voice conveyed my anxiety.

She burst into laughter at my fears and assured me she was on the pill. I’m pretty sure she was but who knows?

We did it 3 times more times that night. Between bouts of lovemaking we lay together naked under the covers, chatting and giggling about silly things. I fell in love with her in the middle of all the fun (because my life wasn’t nearly complicated enough, it seems.)

I was in total bliss, so sure she felt as affectionately towards me as I was feeling towards her.

 

My Girlfriend Leanne

The next day at work I drove past Leanne walking down the sidewalk and gave her a loving wave. She returned it somewhat off-handedly. She was walking very slowly.

When I saw her that evening she told me that my cock had bruised her so badly that she couldn’t have walked any faster.

Lots of guys are pretty full of themselves when a girl tells them that, I sure was. I couldn’t hide the fact that I was extremely proud my pecker was big enough to be able to do that.

Sure, that’s quite immature & ridiculous, but…well…I’m was a jerk….ya know?

Leanne was unimpressed that I was so pleased with myself over it, but was a little amused by the way boys’ minds were constructed.

And I missed the most important signal her body language had given off that day: namely, the casual, unenthusiastic wave she had given me as I drove by…..she couldn’t have cared less about me…she just wanted some cock….any cock.

And that’s how it was for the several weeks we dated. Leanne let me have her whenever I wished and I stupidly thought that that meant she was in love with me, or something.

My favourite memory of her was this time after lovemaking she cradled my balls and leaned over to give the base of my cock an affectionate little kiss as it lay there flaccid across my stomach. She raised her head up and looked at my cock while it hardened in response, then planted a second kiss a little farther up. This was followed by a series of increasingly enthusiastic smacks up the full underside length of my erection until she reached my knob, each kiss becoming more intense as her sexual arousal mounted. Having planted one final desperate kiss on my knob she devoured the whole prick without pausing, as if starving for the taste of my fuckmeat, sucking and licking on me like she might on a yummy ice cream cone. What an ego trip I had as she did that!

This other time she fucked with me on my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. I moved in and out on top of her for a long hour, not cumming. She lay complacently under me as I humped her faster and faster. I timed my thrusts to the natural rhythm of the springs of my mattress as her naked body bounced up and down in sympathy with my fucking motion. I finally came inside her as I whispered “Ohhhhh…Leeee…..anne!”

She told her friends that…..how I would whisper romanticly “Ohhhhh…..Leeee……annnnnnnnne!” each time I came. I suspect now that she thought that made me a wimp or something.

 

A Pre-emptive Break-up

Then I was suddenly brought face to face with reality. Despite the time we spent together she abruptly dumped me one day, out of the blue.

“You’re too nice a guy.” She told me enigmatically. She told me she had decided to break it off with me because she couldn’t stand the agony of waiting for me to break up with her – sort of Leanne’s own version of Seinfeld’s “pre-emptive breakup”.

She said she didn’t think I was ‘committing’.