Twilight

© Derek7, DeviantArt

Everytime the sun lurks back to the depths of the Earth, I always reminisce every movement — every breath, every moan, and every carress that we did that night. I will never forget that kind of urge…the heat that I felt that very moment.

I never expected that after a bottle of wine or two, we would be able to do that “thing”. I remember that we were just talking about the things we have experienced together, and as we dig deep into the abyss of our memories, the moment was heated by a particular pleasuring tense. Slowly, the oomph within me rose until I finally had the strength to carry it out…

I held that thing and he cannot stay still. He was very pressured — I can feel it by the way he looked at me, straight into my eyes. While he was battling with his own desires, I was also getting more and more passionate. Every breath he took gave me more sensuality, the heat of my crotch slowly getting better and better, hotter everytime. He was appetizing. So I took another step — I made sure that our skins will touch, sweats will blend, and heats will collide.

As the night gets darker, the scene gets more intensifying…

I could not hold myself so I let him take me. In and out, moan and groan… “Uhmmm… ahhh…” was all that he could say. There are times that I got hurt, but I knew it’s a part of it, so I just ignored and continued pressing down to his steadfastness. I was dead quiet — I did not say a word but I looked at him boldly in the eyes. His eyes were widening with an undefinable feeling… I saw his spirits that wanted to breakthrough. He was sweating really hard, and gradually he became weaker. The last slide that we did made him lose his balance. From his sturdy posture before we began, he was now like a weakened fabric slowly falling to the pavement.

And finally, the moment that I have been waiting for has happened. His liquid squirted like there was no tomorrow… it sprinkled to my face, my mouth, my troubled body. The wind blew gently and snuggled every piece of us as we swayed to the rhythm of my undying desire.

At last… I have taken my REVENGE.

He was not breathing anymore when he fell to the floor. The knife I was holding and my whole face and body were covered with his sparkly, scarlet blood. I looked at him as he lay lifeless, and I felt the feeling that I have long awaited to be felt — satisfaction.

I looked at my hands and noticed that I got wounded as he struggled from my grasp. I felt the pain now…but even more so the unexplained bliss of seeing him finally devoid of life in front of me. The sky was now darker than ever, and there were no stars or moon to be shown, but it was okay. Once and for all I had attained the justice I wanted for so long, and this moment is something I would not regret, whatever it may have cost me.

Since then, everytime the sun lurks back to the depths of the Earth, I remember that very night vividly and excrutiatingly satisfying. The pleasure still stirs within and it paints a half smile on my smeared face.

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Khris Marie B. San Diego

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