I was so close to her, not quite touching but I could detect the faint scent of her intimacy as my face hovered a little way above her navel… though masked somewhat by the electrical tang of the storm and the smell of our sweat it pierced my mind and left my senses reeling at its intoxicating caress, a sensation that grew deeper within me with each consecutive breath… I lift my head a moment and gaze at her, her eyes tightly closed, her slim body braced against me… her fragile beauty radiating in the passionate spark of the tempest that raged about us…

I rise up, still sitting astride her… my gaze obsessive as I look down at her taut figure, my mind is a maelstrom of turbulent thoughts that make no sense and continually trip over each other… the edges of my sanity battered by dark memories of my that threaten to drown me… I feel so lost to rationality and the normal austere sense of balance that I shroud my self in…

…his hands against my throat… his eyes bulging with an impassioned rage that feeds upon itself… there’s nothing I can do to stop him… his eyes speak deeply of an intense hatred of me, an irrational disgust at everything I represent… “Bitch…BITCH!!”…

I cant control it as it takes hold, this rage… this all consuming hate that twists and distorts me…fearful of what I am becoming, my fingers instinctively seek out my knife… the blade pressed hard against my forearm, my eyes regarding it with a baleful look, I grit my teeth and quickly whip the steel edge across my skin as I cry out, more from an intense frustration that from actual pain…almost instantly I am rewarded by a warm ache as the cut is filled with a thin ooze of blood… my breathing harsh but I feel the blackness that swirled around my mind slowly recede to its fringes… I discard the knife that clatters across the debris and slowly I return my gaze towards the woman below me. Her eyes now fixed and staring, I can see her mind working deep within them… regarding me with a look of horror, fear perhaps… but for a moment I think I see a flash of understanding…

I drop to my hands, my face inches from her powerful scent… my mind still consumed by this almost insane need that floods through me… my fingers reached to her waist and I tug and struggle at the fastenings, wrenching at her as I pull downwards, exposing her as she tussles against me… finally I pull her clothes free of her, tugging them down her soft thighs, the silken pale flesh of her crotch, lined with scars, draws me in… my breathing shallow as I press my lips against her and taste her for the first time…