I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I shall never forget sprawling like a wanton slut while Gisele brought me to peak after peak of exquisite delight. She was a girl amateur fucking saturnine beauty, sharp-nosed, with delicate bones that he dreamt of breaking. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. He dragged her by one arm to the bed and tossed her down on it. She stared up at him with tears pouring down her face. He snatched a handful of her dark linen dress and tore it down the front. I'm a girl, she said. It was required. He bit her tongue and lips, licked at the blood like an animal. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. |