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his skin and his own goose bumps; a dead giveaway that she was doing just the right thing. He felt so simple—so vulnerable—so predictable.
    He placed his arms around her cool body, drawing her closer. He liked the feel of her flesh under his hands as he ran them along her silky smooth skin. He slid them up to her head and played with her long hair, which felt like silk as it slipped through his fingers—teasing him—daring him to try and hold on. He brought a few strands near his face and smelled it; it had a fruity smell of some kind he couldn’t place, either because he didn’t know what fruit it mimicked, or more likely he didn’t care at the moment as his mind fell further and further into the pleasurable abyss she drew him into. The smell of her hair drifted away as he encountered the perfume she wore.
    The perfume was intoxicating—a sweet and enticing aphrodisiac. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into the tantalizing scent as it tempted him. The combination of all these sensations were magical as they drove him away from reality and into a place where there were no worries, no cares—just pleasure. And it was working, he thought, as he felt his own excitement building within him.
    She moved closer and slid her body on top of his. He felt his own breathing quicken; small gasps escaped his lips as she deftly used her hands to touch him in the areas that he wanted. It was as if she knew what his mind was thinking. She was very talented and very good at what she did—very good indeed.
    She deftly moved her body, joining with his and becoming one. At first, she moved slowly, as if relishing the feeling, but she gradually increased her motion. He rode the waves of the building crescendo of excitement with enthusiasm as he approached his climax. She also moved quicker and with urgency, indicating her own approach to pleasure as she began to thrust her pelvis back and forth. He felt her lips with their kisses upon his neck become deeper and wetter. Her tongue became vicious as she lapped roughly at his skin an uncontrollable passion. He heard her give into her passion as she opened her mouth and gasped with pleasure. It was then that the moment froze in time as simultaneously as he heard her gasp and felt her teeth bite at his neck. He went mad with fear.
    Adrenaline surged uncontrollably through his veins. His body instantly jerked upward and his arms grabbed her roughly at the shoulders, throwing her off him as if she were weightless. She tumbled on the edge of the bed before she rolled off and hit the floor with a resounding thump. His hands reached toward his own neck and his fingers searched for any tear, cut…, or blood. He felt nothing of the sort on his neck and the adrenaline surge began to recede to the depths of safety as if saying, false alarm.
    “What the hell is wrong with you, John?” the woman screamed. Her voice was angry, but within it, there was also some fear and perhaps even a touch of sympathy. “Are you trying to kill me?”
    “I’m…sorry,” he said. “I just—I don’t know…” He hesitated, not knowing what else to say.
    “Ouch,” she said, as she rose from the floor. Her hands went to her right hip, which appeared red and irritated.
    “Are you all right?” he asked.
    “What do you think? Oooh, I don’t know. I’m lucky if you didn’t break my hip, for Christ sakes. Damn, John, what is it with you?”
    He rose from the bed and went to her, reaching out. She drew back, staring at him wide-eyed.
    “Don’t touch me!” she cried. “Just don’t touch me. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you!”
    “Sarah, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—”
    “What, John?” she asked. She limped over to where her clothes draped over a chair and began to put them back on, her eyes refusing to look at him.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Look, don’t go. I just lost my head. Something from my past,” he said, as he sat down on the side of the bed. He