Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2005 02:24:57 +0000
From: Samantha Thibault <teabs13@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Is Night

This story is fiction and is intended to be read by those over the age of
18. Please send comments or questions to Teabs13@hotmail.com if you want me
to continue. Enjoy!

It is night. Well it is upon me. I hope to come up with a good excuse in
why I was late to come home. I cannot search my brain. I find it full with
empty thoughts and dirty pleasure. The give. The take. It all makes sense
to me. The sweat, blood and tears that I inflict. She would never
understand and I do not wish to explain.
	My eyes meet hers in a daring way. I want her to ask, to test me of
my whereabouts' on our anniversary but I hide. She knows where I have been
and what I have done. She does not care. I am helpless. If she would ask
then I would explain. I would tell her that I have needs to be fulfilled.
That if she showed interest I would perform. I would let her in on my
secret. On the many nights I was gone with other women.
	She still looks at me with love. I cannot help the way I feel. I am
sick of her just forgiving me. I need air. I step outside for a smoke. It
burns and I smell ecstasy. My fluid induced mind spills out in front of
me. I cannot harbor my need anymore. I want her, I need her. Is it really
her I desire or the hundreds others that I fuck every night. How can she
still love me? How can I go on?
	She is everything and nothing all at once. My body calls to
myself. I need to be with her or any other woman that I can seduce. I need
it bad.
	Maybe it's because she knows I will always come back to her. I will
always return to my lover and there is the power she holds. It is not I who
has it but my beloved.
	I hide out on the porch for a while. I hear her retire and think to
myself. I ponder what I will be asked of. If having sex will be the answer
then why has It been months. She can get into my head while I get into
others. Her moans and screams. The way she knows every inch of my body. But
still why do I stray and why am I forgiven.
	I lay with her now. She sees right through me. I am empty and she
is full. I need to leave this place. Start on my own. I know it will never
happen. Once she touches me I cannot think. I am paralyzed. I breathe heavy
as she strokes my skin. I avoid her eyes. They cut through me and I am
forced to look. She kisses me and I cannot move. With so many others I have
been the expert. I have gotten into their heads and fulfilled their
fantasies but why do I succumb to her. She is truly my master. I cannot
think of another way to describe it. She has me and I cannot move.
	I look into those deep blue eyes and get lost. She is all who
exists to me. I am there for her. To be used up and still cherished. She
knows there is no one better than me.
	I return with new vigor. She gets me excited as she teases me with
her finger tips.