Paul E.

He was always going to make an impact. From the moment he stepped inside she’d felt a frisson of excitement. Different. Sometimes the energy two people make together creates more than sparks, it brings forth two animals who peer out from underneath – it summons them.

His animal is ready to pounce. It takes her by the fucking throat and bites hard – wake up bitch. I am here. Hers awakes from its slumber with such force she races to catch up. The words the triggers the fucking orgasms dripping pouring one after the other long after he has gone.

It’s the bringing of darkness into light that surprises them both. He who couldn’t say those words out loud his entire life and her hearing them sending delight dressed as wrong. Be wrong with me Paulie. Be so wrong it makes it right. Free those words. Free my soul. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Right?

You out there wouldn’t understand if I wrote the words I read from him. How every time he sent a text my cunt would immediately react. He’d read my book and simply repeated the words back to me in a way that delighted and horrified me all at once. And fuck. This man. This fucking man and his cock and his lips and his hands and his skin and his everything just brought the whore to the party. It was a party for two with invited guests.

At first they rode the waves. Desire is like that perfect wave that carries you effortlessly from orgasm to orgasm and then comes the crashing into chaos where she gushes he growls and they lie catching their breath. But deeper still is a whole other place. She can’t go there. There is a sign on the door – Members Only and in smaller letters – There is more to life than sex, Allessandra! Oh. The End.