Until the Next Time

“Oh, my God, I can’t stand it! I can’t wait one minute longer! I need it right now! I feel like bugs are crawling under my skin, drinking my blood and hollowing my bones. I want him right now. He’s the only one who can help me!” I answer the ringing phone in the telephone booth. I know who it is! He says he won’t call again but he always does! Today will be the day I finally give myself fully to him and take what I want!

His face darkens as he realizes that I am on the other end of the line. He almost hopes I will not answer. “Every time I speak to her, I feel a tingle of foreboding, although I can’t quite put my finger on the reason. In the past, I refused to come to her aid, afraid that she will ask more than I am willing to give.” But this time, thoughts of her sensual, luscious body overcome his reluctance. “Maybe I can use her for my needs without giving anything in return.” He feels the familiar warmth creep up his loins. “I’m coming over but I don’t plan to stay too long!”

I return home, smiling a catlike grin as I savor the thought that he will bend to my will for a longer time than he thinks. I always feel like I am drinking cream when I anticipate a new conquest. This will be worth the wait. I slip my lace teddy over my head and lay my protection carefully on the bedside table. I am ready for his bounty as I unlock my front door and arrange myself on my silk sheets as a tableau of lust. It is so meaningful and titillating to stage the scene.

I watch him striding across the room toward me, hair damp with a heady male scent. I know I can’t resist doing what I must do, taking what I want. His fingers touch me with an agony of need and want.

We moan, scream, taste with yearning tongues and moist lips, feeling voracious passion consuming us. Just as he plunges within me, I pull my protection out and stab the sharply honed knife deeply into his back. I watch triumphantly as his dark blood seeps onto the sheets, streaming down onto the carpet. Languidly, I touch the blood droplets and suck my fingers as he takes his last gasping breath.

At last, I feel fulfilled and satisfied until the next rendezvous and the next prey. I will know when it is time. I always do!

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