MAKE ME CRY!

MAKE ME CRY!

by Rainbow Joe

She does not care about my age or my madness or my screaming during the night. It is always the same. Moist and Delicious. Thirty-eight. Uniquely exquisite and wicked as hell. Tall, always wearing a cap like mine over short dark hair. Always in black, only black. Black top. Black jeans fit like a glove. Tight sensual glove.
Catlike silent, ever so still. Lightening fast and furious and pounces. Watches and lures and plays with me and then entraps me. A black devious cat with sharp-sharp claws. I beg her to scratch me—I want her to hurt me. I want her devour me. I want her to make me scream and —weep! I want her to make me cry until I am devoid of tears. I want her to fuck me! Yes fuck me and fuck me! Beg her to love me. No don’t leave! No! No! Don’t leave me alone, she begs.

She is educated. She tells me about Rome while she on top. Rocks back and forth. She howls and she weeps then she cries and then she drops down. And then she kisses me. And she puts her forehead on mine and captures me with hypnotic dark eyes. “Please, please--- please, don’t she whispers. “ Please don’t fall for me. I am so. I’m so fucking evil!”

She rolls over—gives me the history of the Pantheon while tempting me with her breathtaking body. I go. I eat. I drink. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I write.

The End