| She always wore the same dress. Black and silky, its fluid motion caught the attention of every heterosexual male who crossed her path. Her attire was the spark, but the girl underneath the garb was what held them spellbound. Night after night she spent haunting the smoky, angst-filled clubs she felt so at home in. Forever on the prowl for the wrong person in the wrong places. She always found him too. Love could go to hell. She had no use for it. Men had the anatomical toys she didn't have herself, obviously, and her desire to play always led her to just the right equipment. Sex was her life. The pursuit of it and the act itself were her impetus for living. No other earthly pleasure came as close to filling the emptyness inside of her. Strange and morbid men made this creature bloom like a rose. On this particular night, her hunger was especially gnawing. She was near the point of desperation when her violet eyes glimpsed a man quite unlike any of her past playthings. He was obviously forlorn and brooding like the others, but there was something off-kilter about him. He didn't look impressed with anything. The almost glittery atmosphere of these night spots was enough to make even the most somber consumer come alive to some extent, but not this one. His soul suffered from some kind of sickness. He was miserable. He was hungry too. He yearned for the touch of another, to be completely embedded in foreign flesh. His need was as strong as hers, and she knew it instantly. With a fixed gaze, she made her way to this stranger. Not a word was uttered. No conversation was needed for him to take her cold hand and lead her out the door. The new pair walked briskly and in complete silence. Neither noticed the odd stares from people passing on the street. When they arrived at his downtown loft, he gently placed his hand on the curve of her back, and guided her up the dingy stairwell and into his second story home. His loft was furnished in a manner quite befitting of such a man. Black curtains adorned the windows. A black sofa sat in the middle of the main room. The brick walls were decorated sparingly with gravestone rubbings and abstract art. His entire abode was an exercise in the minimalist style of decor, yet it spoke volumes about the personality of its sole inhabitant. A chill of anticipation shook her, and she knew she was not the controling force in this conquest She gasped as he grabbed her around the waist and began to nibble and gnaw at her pale neck. Each nip became harder than the one before it, and soon she was a deadweight in his arms. She had a vague recollection of being swept off her feet and carried to a bed. The scent of leather emanating from his coat was her last sensual memory before she fell into a deep sleep. This girl, this woman, this almost otherwordly creature always dreamt, but not this time. The blackness of his soul permeated her mind and when she awoke only a few hours later, she was terrified. She was not, however, alone. The man was lying on his side next to her, completely unclothed, watching her intently with black eyes. She didn't have time to scream. He was on top of her in what seemed like a fraction of a second. His inhumanly cold flesh froze her, and she realized she was naked too. His kisses stole her breath. His hands turned her to putty. As he caressed her black hair, she was overcome with a hunger unlike anything she had ever experienced. He was going to have her, and she wanted it. His tongue encircled hers as she lay beneath him. Powerless, as he licked her nipples, completely erect by now. His gentle licks turned to sucking, and like his bites became harder with each passing second. The sensations were a perfect combination of pleasure and pain, and she ran her hands through his own coal black hair. She began to tremble when he reached her clit. As his tongue made circular motions around it, his fingers worked their way into her. First one, then two, then three at once, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. The flapping of his tongue never ceased, and she cried out in orgasm. Obviously pleased with the results of his own playing, he slowly made his way back to her mouth. As they kissed, she couldn't stop her hands from wandering. She had to have him now, in her mouth, to devour. He didn't resist as she pushed him to his knees, and knelt before him. It was only when she took his full length in her mouth that she realized his impressive size. Much longer and wider than any toy she'd ever played with before, she took great delight in licking up and down the shaft . She flicked her tongue over the head, teasing him, and he couldn't contain the moan that crept into his throat. She too was pleased with her efforts, and didn't hesitate when he firmly pushed her on her back. This was the moment, she knew, she was going to become his completely. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders. With one hard thrust he was inside her. She felt as if she were being torn in half yet she delighted in the pain. He alternated slow, gentle thrusts with faster, harder ones. Her nails on his back drew blood. When they climaxed, it was as if they were struck by a bolt of lightening. He bucked wildly, ramming into her cervix and she screamed. Never before had pain been so delicious. After their initial act of intercourse, they slept. Cradled in each others arms. They never exchanged names, but they belonged to each other. |
| They Found Each Other By Elizabeth |