| �Fuck!!� I yelled in waking one more time with her damned fingernails dug into my chest. Only after I had pried the intent claws from my flesh and shoved her to the far side of the bed did the somnambulist hell-bitch grunt and wake up herself. The same scene had played every time I had slept with her. Was she burrowing to my heart? Was she thinking I was someone else? Or was she just tearing herself a snack to fuel her pterodactyl dreams? She didn�t realize she was doing it and She doesn�t know why she is doing it. Another warning light. I totally dismissed it the first time it happened. Things were going rather comfortably in waking hours. She made me welcome in her home, kept a bottle of Jack Daniel�s for me on her bar, happily cooked for me and didn�t push me away when I lifted her skirt and mounted her against the flaming stove. As she lay panting and spent on the linoleum, I got up and turned the sizzling meat in her skillet, then returned to her kisses on my belly, my chest, and DAMN! she bit me hard on the nipple. Without a thought I slapped her down to the floor. �I TOLD YOU TO NEVER DO THAT!� I screamed at her. She seeped a few tears, and I turned up my glass of whiskey. Damn, why does she do that? I�m not ultra-sensitive there, no, it�s like she�s trying to bite it off. The alarm pulses. This woman likes her burgers thick and rare, and when she gives me head... wait, she isn�t giving me anything, she takes, voraciously feeding like a cock-starved vampire, gobbling, slurping with her eyes rolled back in her head, and when I teasingly pull it from her sloppy mouth, she whines and kicks her legs in a tantrum with closed eyes until I give it back to her. She isn�t applying technique to please me, she is singlemindedly sucking the cum out of my balls and up the shaft and down her gulping throat; only then does she whimper and calm down, wanting to sleep with the cock-teat in her nursing mouth. She doesn�t give it up, I have to take it back from her. She whines and kicks once or twice more then rolls over and goes to sleep. But I can�t sleep. I don�t want to sleep with her � it may not be safe. Did I mention the jail time she served for going off on her ex-husband and clawing his face into hamburger, thick and rare? At the time, she didn�t realize she was doing it and later, she didn�t remember doing it and even now can�t understand how she could do it. The alarm sputters into silence. I needed to get some sleep, so I forced her to sleep with her back to my chest and her hands in front of her, held tightly by me. That would be the last time, though. I was tired of plugging into pre-existing abuse patterns, and she wouldn�t trim those damned nails. |
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