| Fan Fiction |
| By Lidia: |
| Auburn Curls |
| Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Anne Rice does. Rating: R for adult content, and adult situations; basically sex Title: Auburn Curls I came inside of her, her long blonde locks tousled about her head, over her make-up caked face. When I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine who I wanted to be with now, but it was so hard. With her clammy skin, extra fat, and ungainly movements�I could barely imagine her as the graceful, beautiful, soft skinned person I wanted here. I rolled off of her, roughly shoving my clothes back on, running my hand through my short blonde hair. Her streaming locks were disgusting now. I watched her heaving breasts as she fought to catch her breath, the evidence of semen and other liquids on her thighs and between them. Raw marks from sharp caresses and hits were not all from me, yet they were fresh. In all, the sight of her hot sweaty body, the one I had recently been with, been inside of, disgusted me. I wanted to feel cool skin, unmarred, untarnished, very nearly pure. Yet I knew he wasn't, yet in my eyes, he always would be. I removed my wallet from my the back pocket of my dirty jeans and threw a fifty down by her body and left the room, leaving the door open, rude as it was. In this sort of motel, she was bound to be raped by trespassers in the halls. I would have felt sorrow had it not been her status as a dirty whore. I could barely take that her mouth had been on me. I felt dirty, yet I had enjoyed taking her roughly, imagining her to be the lover I would never have, leaving all my rage in the climax. He had been tormenting me for nearly three years now, three years that I have been insane. Three years since I met Louis, three years since I heard about my only love. It was hard to remember when I had last seen Armand, months I would say, yet I could remember him so perfectly. The last few days had been nothing but alcohol and prostitutes, meaning nothing to me as I threw myself away. But I would be saved eventually, he would come for me and I would live in bliss, knowing that he was with me. But then he would leave, and I would be left alone, to wallow in my own self-pity�wishing he would come back. Though it had been only a few minutes since I was spent, I gave into the sensual voices of the whores enticing me. I took a skinny brunette upstairs, and as I buried my hands in her thick, dirty hair, I imagined running my hands through auburn curls� The End Feedback Please! --Lidia Vans Fan Fiction Home |