Venice hotel bar. Dim lights. Empty stools. Heart heavy from Rose’s rejection. No honeymoon fire. Just fatigue. I sip whiskey. She slides in nearby. Tight dress. Thighs flash on high seat. Vodka, sharp voice. Alone. Frustrated. Like me.
Eyes meet in mirror. I offer a drink. She snaps back. Then apologizes. Laughter flows. Shared disappointment. Her man passed out. My wife tired. We toast. ‘To the unsatisfied.’ Heat builds. Gaze locks. Her hand on mine. Burns. ‘They deserve revenge.’ Pulse races. Skin prickles. I nod. Urgency surges.
The Fever Rises
Barman offers back room. Tiny. Bed. Sink. Door clicks shut. Hands linked. She turns. ‘Help with the zipper.’ Pull it down. Dress falls. Naked underneath. Neck kisses ignite. Lips crash. Tongues battle. Furious. She rips my shirt. Belt. Pants drop. Cock springs free. Hard. Throbbing.
She kneels. Mouth engulfs. Wet. Hungry. Tongue swirls. Sucks deep. Balls cupped. I groan. ‘Yes. Like that.’ No condom. Faithful. She mounts anyway. Raw. Tight pussy grips. She rides wild. Hips grind. Sweat beads. Heart hammers. She cums first. Shudders. Floods me. I flip. Pound deep. She cries ‘Yes!’ Synced explosion. Cum fills her. Divine.
The Blaze Consumes
She whispers thanks. Dresses. Gone. Back to room. Rose waits. Lingerie surprise. Garters. String. Dark skin glows. She kneels. Deepthroat pro. Gags. Tears. ‘Punish me.’ Slaps. Fucks her ass. Curves offered. Tight ring yields. Pounds relentless. She orgasms long. I paint her cheeks white.
Midnight walk. Lie to Rose. Elevator opens. Her. Again. Kiss explodes. Service door. Linen closet. Clothes tear off. Naked frenzy. I devour pussy. Juicy. Tongue flicks clit. She bucks. Cums on my face. Lift her. Legs wrap. Impale deep. Walls shake. Turn her. Bent over shelf. Slam in. Savage. Screams echo. She climaxes. I erupt inside. Flooded again.
Bodies slick. Hearts slow. Separate. No names. Fleeting. Three years later. Street. She walks. Man at waist. Child’s hand. Three years old. Métis. Her white. Child mixed. My skin dark. Like father. She glances back. Knows I watch. They fade. I follow. Pulse quickens again. Must know.