Growing up with a single mother meant that Raven had to defend herself. She was bullied in school for being overweight and mocked for reading slowly out loud in class. Her mother noticed that she was insecure and had built up rage.
She tried several times to get Raven to open up about her troubles, but she was met with outbursts and walkouts.
To stand a chance against the bullies, Raven started lifting weights. She also incorporated cardio into her workouts to trim down so that her muscles would bulge. Her goal was to be strong and intimidating.
The taunting from the bullies had hardened her heart and made her aggressive. Gaining muscle had boosted her confidence, enabling her to defend herself. She was suspended after knocking out a bully.
At age 20, Raven had put on a significant amount of muscle. She became a personal trainer and even dabbled in steroids to enhance her physique. Several men at her gym envied her strength and muscles.
Although men questioned her about her workout routine and diet, they never asked her out. She knew that men preferred feminine women, so Raven smiled a lot and suppressed every urge to burst out at people who made her blood boil.
Yet, it seemed her efforts were futile. Men just didn’t see her as a potential suitor. She was fortunate to have two dates in a year. And the men who took her out were married and interested only in exploring their kinky fetish of being with a muscular woman.
Raven wanted to meet a single man interested in her personality. She didn’t mind if he was infatuated with her body, but she had to have an emotional connection with him as well.
After turning 26, Raven’s anxiety about finding a man had exacerbated. She knew her best days were behind her and that she was entering the danger zone. If she was 30 and without a man, it was pretty much over for her.
As she approached that age, she felt an overwhelming urgency to do something about her situation. She had hinted to several men that she was open to dating them, but they hadn’t picked up on her queues. But she misinterpreted their reactions, thinking they weren’t interested.
Her last resort was a dating app. She contemplated backing out of that plan numerous times but eventually decided to create a profile. She figured that if it didn’t work, she could delete the app. But subconsciously, she wanted it to work because she saw no other option than to be alone for the rest of her life.
The photo she posted was of her wearing a flowery dress that revealed her sexy legs and just a hint of her breasts. She didn’t want to reveal too much to attract the wrong type of guys but just enough to show that she was a real woman. Raven’s brunette hair had cascaded off her shoulders, and her plump lips had curled to reveal her sparkly teeth.
Several men had messaged her, but she was astute at filtering out guys who were looking for a one-night stand and in relationships.
The message that caught her attention was from Mark. He wrote, ‘Your dress looks lovely on you.’
Reading it made Raven smile. She read it twice more because it felt like the message spoke to her femininity. The message also intrigued her because he didn’t say anything else.
Raven waited two days for a follow-up message from Mark, but he hadn’t sent it. She put her elbow on the desk and rested her chin in it, seeing that Mark was online the day before. But why didn’t he ask me out? thought Raven.
The following day, she couldn’t handle the wait. She had to message him. After reconstructing the message several times not to appear desperate, she finally hit send. The message was, ‘Thank you, Mark. What a wonderful message. How are you?’
He responded the following day, and they chatted for several minutes before he excused himself to get back to work.
Finding out that he was an engineer looking for love piqued her interest more. She loved that he was smart and serious about relationships.
They chatted again the following day. Although Raven was delighted to know more about him, she was slightly disappointed that he hadn’t asked her out. She figured that Mark was shy and possibly afraid of rejection.
Before he logged off, she messaged, ‘It was nice talking to you, but it would be better if we did it in person.’
‘Sounds great. I’m free this weekend,’ he replied.
Their date was at a restaurant beside a lake. Birds chirped on the massive branches hovering above them, and the ducks quacked as they sailed past.
Raven loved the place and had a smile plastered on her face during the entire date. The serene environment and the lovely conversation with Mark made it one of the best days of her life. She felt that she could lower her guard with him and just enjoy his company.
After lunch, they walked along the bank and chucked bread into the lake. The ducks bickered with each other to snatch the crumbs, quacking and flailing their wings. Raven and Mark chuckled, enjoying watching the ducks.
They turned their backs to the lake and rubbed shoulders as Mark pulled out his phone and took a photo of them. He sent it to Raven and told her that she looked beautiful as they looked at the picture on her phone.
She raised her eyes off the screen and looked at him, smiling. The sparkle in her eyes was evident to Mark. She had given him every green light he could ask for, making him feel comfortable to make a move.
He cupped her face and leaned towards her, his lips a mere centimetre away from hers. She closed her eyes and felt her heart thump her chest. His lips pressed against her gently.
Raven’s lips curled, and her knees weakened. No man had ever made her feel special and beautiful. All she ever wanted was for a man to admire her, and Mark’s kiss made her heart beat faster. She was tuned in to what her body told her, and she knew that she had found someone remarkable.
The following day, a delivery man rang Raven’s doorbell. She opened the door.
“Ms Raven Bumstead?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“This is for you,” he said, handing her a bouquet of roses and a box.
“Thank you very much.”
She whiffed the flowers and then placed them on the dining table before unwrapping the box. She took out a teddy bear, which had a card attached to its heart.
‘Thank you for an amazing day yesterday, and I can’t wait to see you again. xoxoxo Mark.’
Raven’s lips stretched even further as she closed her eyes and pressed the card against her chest. A few tears smudged her green eyes. She wiped them and then read the card again.
The message meant more to her than anything he could’ve gifted her. But she loved the teddy, and the flowers were the cherry on top of the cake. Nobody had given her flowers before. Mark made Raven feel that she was worthy of love and would bask in it if she continued displaying her femininity, which she loved doing.
She typed Mark a message. ‘Thank you so much for the flowers and the teddy bear. You have no idea how much it means to me. And I can’t wait to see you again, too.’
After she pressed send, it occurred to her that she had completely lowered her guard and made herself vulnerable to him. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate, as revealing her feelings to him made her feel free. His words and actions enabled her to express herself without feeling like she risked getting hurt.
Raven reclined and looked at the ceiling, her smile still on her face. An idea popped into her head. She wanted to thank Mark for his gift and show him that she was a traditional woman by cooking him a meal at her place.
She messaged him to ask for his favourite cuisine. After he responded, she invited him over for dinner.
The following night, Raven slipped into a silky dress that reached just above her knees, exposing her muscular carves, contracting from the high heels she wore.
She sprayed perfume on her neck and rubbed cream on her face. After careful consideration, she decided not to wear jewellery. She believed that Mark may think she likes jewellery, whereas she wanted to wear it to make herself more attractive. But she knew he liked her natural look. She didn’t have to wear make-up or accessories for him to find her attractive. That’s what she loved most about him.
Raven could be herself with him and feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew Mark held the power to make her feel special and could withhold it from her, but she knew he wouldn’t. The way he looked at her, the words he told her and his energy revealed that she could trust.
“This meal is delicious,” said Mark during dinner. “I didn’t know you would prepare it for me when you asked for my favourite cuisine.”
Raven smiled, thrilled that her man appreciated her efforts. She always wanted to be a traditional wife, and it seemed that Mark was paving the way to that dream.
“I’m glad you like it. I also made dessert.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You did?’
“It’s a sugar-free fruit cake. A personal trainer friend of mine gave me the recipe. It’s actually my favourite.”
“You really went all out for tonight.”
“I wanted it to be special,” she said, gazing at him while smiling.
“It certainly is.”
After Mark finished his meal, Raven took the plate off the table and placed it in the sink. She sliced two pieces of the cake and placed one in front of Mark.
He murmured after swallowing the first bite. “It’s amazing.”
“Thank you.”
Raven kept glancing at him while he ate the remainder of the cake.
After they finished their slices, Mark offered to help her clean the dishes. She planned to do them later, but right now, she wanted to get up close and intimate with him.
She had no problem making the first move as she became used to it in the last few years while searching for love.
While sitting in the lounge and holding a glass of wine, Mark reclined and looked at Raven. She stood up, walked to him, took the glass from his hand, placed it on the table and then sat in his lap.
“Ooh. I like this,” said Mark, his hand on her crossed leg and the other around her waist, stroking her thigh. Her arm was around his neck and the other rubbed his chest while she smiled at him.
Mark’s hand slid up her leg and under her dress. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as he nibbled her neck. She ran her fingers through the back of his hair and parted her lips as he smothered her neck with his lips.
Raven loved that his hands were all over her legs. No man had indulged in her body the way Mark had.
She uncrossed her legs and parted them. While ravaging her neck, Mark reached for her groin and rubbed her pussy over her g-string. She emitted a soft groan and got wet.
She slid off his lap and sat next to him. He got on his knees in front of the couch, and she reclined. He pulled her g-string off and dropped it on the floor next to him, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open.
Mark smiled, loving her flexibility. He knew that she could get into awkward positions, which he planned to explore.
He waggled his tongue on her pussy, making her close her eyes and murmur. Both of her hands were on his head as he continued licking her. She got wetter and pressed the back of her head on the couch’s backrest, tilting her head left and right as Mark satisfied her more.
A few minutes later, he stood up. Raven sat up, her face nearing his crotch. She unzipped his pants and looked at his bulging crotch. His dick popped out as she pulled his jocks down.
She squeezed his dick, making his tip bigger. She smiled and licked his tip before looking up at him. Mark bit his lip and looked down at her, his hand on top of her head.
Raven wrapped her lips around his tip and then engulfed his dick. His tip poked her throat, making her gurgle. Mark smiled, loving the feeling of her voluptuous lips and saliva on his dick.
She tickled his balls while sucking his dick. Mark closed his eyes, smiling and groaning. It seemed to him that Raven was enjoying sucking his dick more than he did.
He was keen to try certain positions, so he grabbed her hand. She followed his instructions and got on the floor as he helped her get in position.
Her shoulders and neck pressed on the floor as she straightened her back and stretched her legs straight above her head. Mark stood in front of her and grabbed her legs, his dick hanging above her pussy.
He shoved his dick into her pussy and thrust while standing in front of her as his knees brushed her back. Raven’s face was flushed, feeling pleasure and slight discomfort. She had never been in that position before but was enjoying it.
Mark kept looking down at her as he continued banging her.
A few minutes later, he put his right leg over her and in between her legs, and his foot landed on the floor, just behind her head. His chest faced her right leg, and he bent his knees so that he could put his dick into her pussy.
Mark looked like he was squatting with each thrust, his bum brushing Raven’s left leg. She looked up at his balls and saw they were tight. She reached with her left hand and squeezed them. Startled, Mark straightened his back, worried about cumming too soon.
His right leg hovered over her as he stepped back and then stood in front of her. While on the floor, Raven lowered her legs, her back resting on the floor. She flipped over, raising herself to her knees and hands.
Mark kneeled on the floor behind her and stuck his dick into her pussy. He grabbed her shoulders and resumed the hard thrusts. He knew he could be aggressive with Raven as she could take it.
She grimaced and screamed as he continued the hard pounding, intermittently smacking her ass hard. She loved his aggression, making her flustered. A vein protruded from her forehead as he sped up the penetration.
Suddenly, Mark twitched as his load busted into her pussy.
Throughout the next few weeks, Mark and Raven became closer. They spent almost every day with each other and fell in love. Raven was head over heels for him and prepared to do whatever it took to satisfy him so that he would be with her and eventually propose.
Mark’s work group sent messages regularly so that the team was in the loop about the latest bridge they constructed. Mary, Mark’s new colleague and his intern, was also part of the group. Often, she sent Mark private messages to understand the intricacies of the project so that she could complete her tasks to the best of her abilities.
The constant beeping of Mark’s phone made Raven curious. She knew that only a woman would require that much attention.
When he went to the bathroom, she quickly checked his phone and saw Mary’s message—you’re the best. Don’t know what I would do without you.
Raven didn’t have time to see the previous messages because Mark stepped out of the bathroom, so she returned the phone to the nightstand.
A few days later, Mark’s phone rang while showering. Raven looked at it and saw Mary’s name. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, eager to answer the call and tell Mary to leave her man the hell alone.
The following day, Mark told Raven that he had to leave for a week to attend to business out of town. The timing of Mary’s call and his announcement made Raven suspicious.
While he was in the bathroom, a message came through on his phone. To avoid activating the read receipt, Raven swiped down the excerpt from the main screen and saw Mary’s message— can’t wait for this weekend. We’re gonna have so much fun.’
On Friday, Mark hugged Raven good-bye and noticed a change in Raven’s mood.
“Everything okay?” he asked, smiling.
She forced a smile and said, “Sure.”
Mark saw that something was amiss, but he didn’t have time to address it as he had to leave. He figured he would call Raven once he settled into his room at the bed and breakfast.
The place where they were building the bridge was 300 kilometres out of town, in the mountains. When Mark got there, he had no reception on his phone. Neither did his teammates. The guest house where he stayed hadn’t installed WiFi, so he had no way to contact her.
Raven called him that night to make sure he was okay. The automated message informed her that he was unavailable. She paced in the lounge, thinking about him making love to Mary.
The more she thought about it, the more enraged she felt. The feminine energy she exuded around Mark had vanished as wrath pervaded throughout her body, thinking about bashing Mary’s head in.
Her pace quickened as she focused more on the two of them together. She looked up and growled to release the fury.
She sat and exhaled deep breaths while calming herself down.
Raven went to the garage, pulled boxing gloves onto her hands and destroyed the punching bag.
The following day, Mark still couldn’t call her.
Raven hadn’t eaten the whole day because of a lack of appetite. All she could think about was Mark not calling her because he was spending time with Mary.
Her fingers intertwined on top of her head as she paced, fuming from her nose.
She couldn’t handle the wait any longer, so she snatched the keys off the table and dashed to the car.
By the time Raven got to Mark’s location, the streetlights were on and people had gathered around the table.
Mark and Mary sat alone at a window table, as he briefed her about the following day’s duties. Raven sat in her car, staring at them. Mark took a bite of his lasagne and a small piece of cheese stuck to his cheek. Mary told him about it, but he missed it while wiping, so she did it for him, smiling.
Raven closed her eyes, and her cheeks puffed before blowing the fumes out of her mouth.
Several minutes later, she watched them walk away from the table together and then looked at the rooms upstairs and saw Mary draw the curtain.
While holding the steering wheel, Raven bowed her head on it, and tears filled her eyes. Her shoulders trembled as she cried.
She sat in the car for another half hour, her heart shattered. She couldn’t believe that the man she loved wasn’t only hers. Thinking he was with another woman broke her soul and depleted all of her energy. She thought that it was a matter of time before he left her for good to be with Mary.
If I can’t have you, then nobody else will, thought Raven.
She saw Mark’s car and then went to her boot to get the pliers.
A few days later, a policeman showed up at Raven’s door and knocked.
She answered. “Hi.”
“Raven Bumstead?”
She looked concerned. “Yes, that’s me. Something I can help you with?”
“I’m Officer Jack Williams. I believe you were in a relationship with Mark Thompson.”
“Yes. What do you mean, were?”
“I’m sorry to tell you ma’am, but Mark was involved in a fatal car accident. He was driving down a mountain with a colleague when his brakes failed. Both of the occupants drove over a cliff and plunged to their deaths.”
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