| “Fuck!!” I yelled in waking one more time with her damned fingernails dug into my chest. Only after I had pried the intent claws from my flesh and shoved her to the far side of the bed did the somnambulist hell-bitch grunt and wake up herself. The same scene had played every time I had slept with her. Was she burrowing to my heart? Was she thinking I was someone else? Or was she just tearing herself a snack to fuel her pterodactyl dreams? She didn’t realize she was doing it and She doesn’t know why she is doing it. Another warning light. I totally dismissed it the first time it happened. Things were going rather comfortably in waking hours. She made me welcome in her home, kept a bottle of Jack Daniel’s for me on her bar, happily cooked for me and didn’t push me away when I lifted her skirt and mounted her against the flaming stove. As she lay panting and spent on the linoleum, I got up and turned the sizzling meat in her skillet, then returned to her kisses on my belly, my chest, and DAMN! she bit me hard on the nipple. Without a thought I slapped her down to the floor. “I TOLD YOU TO NEVER DO THAT!” I screamed at her. She seeped a few tears, and I turned up my glass of whiskey. Damn, why does she do that? I’m not ultra-sensitive there, no, it’s like she’s trying to bite it off. The alarm pulses. This woman likes her burgers thick and rare, and when she gives me head... wait, she isn’t giving me anything, she takes, voraciously feeding like a cock-starved vampire, gobbling, slurping with her eyes rolled back in her head, and when I teasingly pull it from her sloppy mouth, she whines and kicks her legs in a tantrum with closed eyes until I give it back to her. She isn’t applying technique to please me, she is singlemindedly sucking the cum out of my balls and up the shaft and down her gulping throat; only then does she whimper and calm down, wanting to sleep with the cock-teat in her nursing mouth. She doesn’t give it up, I have to take it back from her. She whines and kicks once or twice more then rolls over and goes to sleep. But I can’t sleep. I don’t want to sleep with her – it may not be safe. Did I mention the jail time she served for going off on her ex-husband and clawing his face into hamburger, thick and rare? At the time, she didn’t realize she was doing it and later, she didn’t remember doing it and even now can’t understand how she could do it. The alarm sputters into silence. I needed to get some sleep, so I forced her to sleep with her back to my chest and her hands in front of her, held tightly by me. That would be the last time, though. I was tired of plugging into pre-existing abuse patterns, and she wouldn’t trim those damned nails. |
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