Competition for sex

The highly self-regarded and prophylactic Emma, who once refuted me oral sex unless I washed my mouth first, became docile in intimacy overtime. She told me that she had demanded the same thing from every man she had ever been with, and refused to go on her knees in the oral act. Instead she proposed that she will lay on bed, and that I should approach the bed until I stood next to the side of the bed where her head rested. I accepted and when she laid on bed, I climbed atop her and ravished my way in through the milky alley among her mammal genitals. I slapped her and she furiously spat me, defiantly whispering hard:
-Damn, you.
She suddenly had secrets to confess about her ex-lover whom we met before she started dating him; she referred once to him as “being rather feminine”.
“What do you like most about me?”
“Your cock” she said.
She’d laugh telling me in half-whispered, half-spoken sentences that she once slapped him. He had become sort of fearful towards her ever since the episode. She had slapped me too, but I soon put her hand up and sucked on her neck so hard that she had to wear a turtle-neck just so that her boyfriend didn’t have to witness the legacy of his absences. As a result of that, I asked her if she had ever slapped him. That is how the confession came about. I asked her what had he done to her when she slapped him and she said that he seemed shocked and unmanly horrified, and that he simply said: "I won't tolerate violance." And then she slapped him again! Emma faked being sick, mad at him, or played Houdini on their dates. Finally, after the guy persisted in wanting to see her, she allowed him so but asked him for some time to think certain things over, and the guy agreed! She’d sneak me in her apartment, and I would tell her to call her sorry excuse of a lover. An argument would ensue, escalate into a verbal altercation whenever they spoke. The guy had suggested once to her to have phone-sex and she almost died at the notion that her lover would want to play silly verbal aggressive conversations over the phone when he could just have her. But when she saw the magnitude of her actions (you know, the fact that she had slapped me) on her necked, exposing her and threatening to end the prospect of landing a husband as she was nearing her thirties. The official version is that she started dating me after putting an end to her relationship with Blender. In reality, she had accepted his offer to having phone sessions because, she said, she wasn’t feeling ready to face him yet. To Blender, the fact that she suddenly wanted to play spooky over the line didn’t seem strange, especially after so long it had been since he offered her. He agreed and once on the phone, she talked him into going online and chatting for a while longer so that they could see each other. They had their performances and she cleverly played being chocked. Once he was back, he was mildly shocked to see the faded scars of suction on her neck. Then he got up and left a while later to call her and tell her that it was over. Relationships, of course, are never over when guys say it. They went out and made up and made out, and celebrated before he was gone again and she was puking herself to depression.