Unlocking the door with one hand and holding her hand with the other, which was used to push her in once the door was open. He immediately attacked her full, plum lips as he gently pushed her down on the bed and straddled her lap.
Of course she was here because he had promised her everything, a life together. He'd even gone as far as to tell her he'd love her, which wasn't a complete lie for he loved all women, just not the way they wanted him too.
But as his hungry look fell over her body, he realised he'd didn't even know her name. She was a complete stranger to him, as he was to her.
They'd met in a bar and he had sweet talked her into getting to sleep with him and here they are, his hands already undoing the buttons of her blouse.
As her blouse was discarded, he wants her to believe in the two of them. So this night will be special, close to heaven, to make this moment more pleasant for her. He even tells her not to be afraid and silently prays for it to be painless for her, though he knows it'll not.
He falls into the familiar rhythm of removing their clothes. The only thing he wants now is release…
It feels as if his body's falling into an automatic gear, like he's a machine; a machine that needs release.
As his release gets closer and closer, he tells her the fantasy again, making her say it and for the moment both of them believe…
The End
24 January 2008