He looked at me with an impish grin. Thinking solely of himself in his firey demeanor. He kept moving closer and I kept shrinking away. He’d dazzle his eyes at me and I couldn’t resist. He sank in closer and began to bite my neck.
Not once did he draw blood, but he drank me in…in ways I never thought possible. When he was finished he looked at me as though he was completely innocent and said…what else shall I do? I looked at him squarely in the eyes and said nothing. Then I leaned in as if to kiss him….biting him back on his arm so hard tears welled in his eyes. I hadn’t nearly left a bruise, but he was mad now. He pinned me down and tore my shirt up to my shoulders. He left purple bruises all over my body…on my thighs, on my neck, on my arms. But I enjoyed every minute. I wouldn’t let up…Soon we were frustrating each other’s sex drive, but not once did we soil our passion with actual penetration. Now whenever we look at each other it’s with a look of secrecy…I’m his dirty little secret, but someday…He’ll have to see me as his own. Otherwise…He’ll regret what passion he ever showed, because he’s a jealous man. I’ll love someone else and he’ll only get to dream of me.