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He was quite adept at fucking me, he stood tall and thin and proud of his accomplishment in making me cum with him. I had left bite marks on his chest and his arms, and his defiled appearance the sexy amount of disheveled, it all made me very attracted to this virulent piece of meat before me. We sat on the bed after that blissed out sexual charade we had just participated in. He looked at me sweetly, and I melted inside even though his approaches were absolutely see-through. He had a genuine feeling exuding from him when he walked into a room, but I still wasn’t able to put my finger on it yet. My whore. Beautiful in his innocent demeanor even though I knew there was always more beneath the surface than his sinewy body, short bangs floating into his eyes standing there before me, so willing and able to commit any act I like. Willing to take whatever I have to dish out with wicked aplomb.

His fingers grazing my spine, and my body was virtually purring from the attentions. His graceful adeptness at reaching every aching point of desire within me, and then I felt hungry for more, though so thoroughly not for whatever sexual delights we had undergone but just recently. No, what I was wanting was the fresh food of the gods, and not some pitiful fast food excuse from some restaurant servile unit in a paper hat or hair net. It was time to feed myself again. I told my sweet instrument that I had to go elsewhere, and he was not to follow as our time was up. I shifted off from the bed, the sweat still wet on my skin, but I didn’t need to be so hasty. He was mine for as long as I might have needed him to be here, the shadows in the room thrown red and purple by the color of the lampshades, and the jagged silhouette of my lover was distinct even in this dimly-lit immediate atmosphere.

My panties were over my hips, but I didn’t need to call him over to my side of the bed. He was absolutely naked except for the dingle-dangle collar that I had him wear around me, it reminded me of my long dead puppy from years ago, and a sense of nostalgia always smacked me in the face when I heard and then saw the shiny little tag. I told him to taste my ‘cleft before I left’. He kneeled with that extremely tab-fed huge penis barely grazing the floor as he moved into position next to the bed, he would remember how I enjoyed to be tongued, like a dog at first then faster and rough later on to make me climax hard. The jingling began swiftly to the melody of my sounds. A lush cacophonous urging in the medium of the flesh, all we ever seem to be are those electric signals making things occur, and this reality holds on tight once it has an idea materialized until it is gone away so thoroughly.

I swiftly passed from sex to shower, and then from naked to dressed in little time, the need to feed had to be soon. As I was strapping on my boots, my love stepped toward me, the tag on his collar jingling lightly and annoyingly. He began telling me this sordid little tale of his previous engagement, and how he had been shorted heavily, that his pimp would do horrible things to him if he came back short. What was a girl to do, I ask you? I was more than familiar with Alfonso, my sweetheart’s pimp extraordinaire, a fiery and thoroughly intoxicated individual. When I first engaged my love, it was in some flea-bitten den of mongrel whores, and it was here that Alfonso and I became acquainted and spoke of prices. How little I had known then, but it was only a short time ago.

He sat on his stolen couch in front of his pilfered television set in the living room inside of a house that was notorious for being a den of iniquities, and he was smirking that first meeting over sex and drugs, I was given his number by an associate of ours in the drug trade. After calling him, and our friend making him certain of my credibility, Alfonso gave me the address to his place. A dark and dank little neighborhood where shady dealing was always a given activity day or night. A high wrought-iron fence no doubt to keep parties within the premises of the estate, but there was an opening at the side for the driveway, this is where I pulled in as I turned out the headlights of the car. Alfonso knew what I was looking for right away when I talked to him on the phone, but my anticipation grew as I neared that side entrance, the pressure rising from within could not be avoided any longer.

As I approached the door, the taste of the filth inside was settling uneasily on the back of my tongue, and his slimy face oily with fear was screaming as the light poured out from behind him. When I first met him, he leaned in when he spoke, and always tried to pull a fast one on you to some degree or another. He was a pimp and a thief and a liar, but worst of all he was an abuser of people, wasting their money and their time on this earth. He thought he was the slick one when my friends and I showed up at one of his infamous parties, sitting next to me on a love seat smiling like a jackal, and trying to be bold and converse with a ‘striking’ woman. This was how I first met Alfonso, at a party he threw at his own house, and the drugs and sex were plentiful that night. He gave me the number for a good sex service, after realizing that he could never fit my bill, but that didn’t stop him on every occasion until now.

His kitchen, a murky and hostile place from which all manner of bacteria had probably stemmed, and with its tacky plastic furniture a functional throwback from an era long turned to dust. He wasn’t smiling so much any more, not that you could see much of anything now in the dark, and my hunger was not without its casualties as if you couldn’t even put any of the pieces back together even if you tried. I don’t think Alfonso will be of a particular bother to my lover or me, but his death might make things difficult for other denizens in the criminal community here. However, when my hunger threw into abandon my last wisps of integrity before raging open the back door to his home. Even through the drugged and greasy mess that he was, reaching into his abdomen to get at his spinal column was ecstasy, and I pulled his body close and lowered my jaw as his face grimaced in the rush. His skull crushed underneath the pressure of my jaws, his mutilated screams echoing down my throat as they split and ended all at once, the teeth transforming into fangs as the skin bled and tore chewing into the facial bones first. My clothes tearing as the fur began surging with the howling.