Couples Therapy

"Couples Therapy"

I almost didn’t care that she was lying there upon me with her full weight, unable and unwilling to move.  Let’s be honest I was just as spent as she was, but the nagging pain I was experiencing was becoming unbearable.  Finally, and with a bit of her moaned protest, I managed the strength to shift her over just enough, freeing the press of her body from against my now flaccid manhood and the zipper of my jeans.  I knew I would come to regret waiting so long but there was no doubt in my mind it would be just another bruise or scratch on one of our bodies, hers or mine, that had come from the last few hours we had experienced with one another.

What had begun as a mere flirtation had exploded into full on carnal war.  The house was a mess; broken glass and other objects were strewn about everywhere.  As I looked around the room with lazy eyes, admiring her wrath and my desire, I paused on a now broken chair.  It was one of those 1960’s love seats that was not quite large enough to hold two people but begged for more than one person to sit in it.  As I stared at it I laughed aloud, enjoying the fact that we were responsible for its current state.  Two of the legs were gone and it rested in a very odd 90 degree angle.  She swiveled her head around and rested it on my chest as she attempted to see what I was laughing at.  When her gaze mirrored mine, she too laughed in spite of having very little strength.  I loved the way the sounds and her chuckles felt as they tickled across my chest.

As she drifted back to sleep, lying there on top of me in her black satin dress, I replayed my favorite moments form earlier in my head.  It all started with a slap for something inappropriate I had said.  I used the standard male defense and caught her wrist.  Little had I expected that contact to be the match that lit our fire.  She angrily swung with her other hand and I caught that one too.  We stood there face to face, hunger in her eyes, as she contemplated what to do next.  I figured on letting her cool down but she had other plans.  Before I could react she leaned in to me fast and bit down on my chest. The pain seared through my body and my I responded in a way I would not have expected. I grew hard instantly.  Her blue eyes brightened and grew large, almost fearful as she realized what she had done.  By then I had released both of her hands and while trying to come to grasp with what had happened stared her down with a deathly glare.  She must have second guessed herself at that moment because she turned with a yelp trying to run away from me.  She didn’t get far. I was a predator now; a tiger who pounced at her, my fleeing prey.  She managed to scream a breathy no as I tore her dress, dragging her back to me as she stood firm and upright.

I grabbed her hard this time spinning her around to face me once more.  We stared at one another for what seemed like forever.  I was struggling with my last bit of humanity and it seems maybe so was she.  I watched as her eyes darkened and she smiled, wicked with intent.  I thought to myself “Don’t you do it.” And she did.  Another flail and swing of her arm came my way and again I caught her wrist.  She let out an evil laugh and ducked her head in at me, biting me again.  I no longer had any control.  I took her by force.  All the while she, bit, clawed, moaned and laughed.  In mere moments I had torn her dress in yet another spot, while yanking her panties to the floor.  I didn’t bother with my buckle as I bent her over the love seat in the living room.  I managed to fish my girth from between my zipper, ignoring how uncomfortable it was.  I slipped into her moisture hard and fast, pinning her to the chair with all my weight.  We were rewarded with a loud crash and both of us on ended up on the floor.  As I pushed to get up she spun quickly, pushing me back onto the floor, climbing on top of me. As she did this she sent the end table tumbling over along with the vase atop it. It crashed to the floor in a million pieces, the sound echoing through the house, but we both could care less.  As she guided me back into her wetness I pulled my shirt off and allowed her to rake her nails across my back with a searing burn that followed the entire path of her hands.  We were reckless animals in heat at this point and we had only just begun. 

Thomas Aiden

(I wrote this in response to a challenge from a friend.  I was asked to write a story for the photo attached above.  I may have to come back one day and finish it.)