The evening had started romantically, with a meal at a nice place in town and an after dinner stroll. Was she thinking about how quickly we’d gotten from staring at each other all lovey dovey at dinner to staring at each other like prey? What did she see when she looked at me? Did she see the wild beast in me that mirrored the one I saw in her? Did she see my desire? Did she know I was thinking about how I could pin her down between the bed and the wall and spend my passion on any part of her body I could get under me? Her eyes were wild and her face was flushed. Her head came up as well and I saw the furrows, like tiger stripes, that I’d dug into her upper chest. I raised my head, bared my teeth and hissed. Besides, I’d need to move soon, my legs were threatening to cramp. The moment was about to break, I could feel it. I felt the damage she’d inflicted with her fingernails in the welts stinging all over my body. I didn’t dare look away for fear she’d launch herself at me again. In this moment of pause, the sound of our harsh breathing bounced off the plastered walls, underwritten by her feral growl. Only her eyes and the top of her ginger head were visible. I took in these details with my peripheral vision, while keeping my eyes on my adversary/lover, on the other side of the bed. The rubber spatula in my hand was one example. There were other sex toys scattered around the room, as well as objects borrowed from other rooms in the apartment and repurposed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my packy peaking out of a tangle of my underwear and jeans.
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In short, the bedroom was wrecked, like a movie scene where the cops have tossed the place looking for evidence. Clothing was strewn around, some on the floor, some caught on corners of furniture in all directions.
The large console height dresser looked as if it had been tipped over and hastily righted, its drawers still hanging half open. The bed’s top mattress was halfway off its base and the bedding was completely off, a lumpy pile at the foot of the bed. One lamp was wedged between the wall and the side table, casting odd shadows across the room.
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