0 comments/ 19762 views/ 0 favorites Man Eater By: DarkDreams Her nails slide though her long red hair. Dreamlessly her eyes peer from under the locks.. Shewas somewhere else. Her movements were slow and controlled as she let her left leg slide off ofthe edge of the table as the other was curled to her chest. She was clad in his shirt and nothing else.. A half lit cigarette in her fingertips..He watched as it was brought to her lips. Watching asthe butt touched those full pouts just one too many times. He turned his head. Looking anywhere every where but at her. He licked his lips and shrugged lightly. Afraid to talk and break her quite spell that held him there with her. He shook his head and caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him. Those hazel eyes devouring his soul right there. He winced though he tried not to. He kept thinking to himself as he stared into those hazel orbs “she is a mean eater...” His buddies warning kept ringing in his ears. “No way...No way could that beautiful thing be such a monster!” But now.. Now he could see something in those hazel eyes that was not there before..Or maybe it was but he chose not to see it. A hunger. She smiled and he smiled back.. Softly. A smirk really tugged at those beautiful and cruel lips of hers. Oh her lips.. His eyes couldn’t help but to drift downward.. Over that seemingly innocent form. So very round and soft god.. How.. No. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Another upon her list. A notch in her belt. He wondered how many women he had done that way.. And this was the first time he was ever placed upon “The List”. She had lost interest in him and went back to her cigarette and left him to his own thoughts. She cared not what he thought. Hardened beyond what the world or men could ever dish her. She smirked to herself as she read him like a book. Slowly it dawned upon him that he was the expendable one here. That soon he would have to get dressed and leave her house and go to his bed. She flicked the ashes off into the tray beside her. He was a challenge and she accepted it gladly. Nothing makes her pussy twitch than a challenge and a good one at that. She slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it at him. That snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at the shirt then back to her naked form. A little arch touched his brow. He stood slowly pulling the covers off of him. Thinking it was odd how many times he had tried to prolong this moment. To get her to snuggle with him but her excuse of the cig was valid he knew. He pulled his shirt on first then went about finding his other clothes. She watched him silently. She loved the silence.. Nothing but the burning of her cig and the sounds of cloth against skin. Those hungry hazel eyes locked onto him.. Watching him every moment of the way.. A slight tilt to her head. Finally he had to say something as he buckled his belt back into place. He turned and found himself lost. His mouth opened to say something.. Anything. “No” She beat him to it and he was confused a moment. “No what?” “No you cannot call me” She smiled..the same smile that before had caught his eye.. Now it seemed to rip at his heart. “But I..” Lost. “No.” Her voice was barley over a whisper this time and he winced.. “No to every other reason you can come up with.” She put out her cig and leaned back slowly crossing her legs. He was caught between the urge to run and the one that tells him to try harder. His eyes never left those legs and the smooth shaven spot just in between. How.. How could she be so evil, this innocent, giggly, woman-child become this? His tongue darted across his lips. He could still taste her there. He sighed deeply.. Somewhere he thought he should have known when he saw her rings.. Two perfect circles of silver though her diamond hard nipples. Even now his eyes dipped down to them. He wondered if she even really enjoyed his light tugs and playful flicks of his tongue. She shook her head letting her hair settle upon her shoulders and cascade down her chest. “Forgotten where the door is already?” Again her brow arched and she smiled.. Acid sweet. “No I just...” He felt he should answer.. But how? How do I tell her that I want to stay? That I want to be here. That I want her again? “Just what?” Again with the innocent look he found so appealing in the beginning. She could feel him crumble more.. And she purred. A shiver ran along his spine and he stepped closer. “Please..” He would beg for anything at this point. God he was already hard again. He loved that purr.. And wanted to hear so much more of it. “Please what?” She stopped.. And just looked at him. That same dreamless hungry gaze. She wasn’t a man eater.. She was an addiction all onto herself. “I want..” He reached out to touch her leg oh so gently with just his fingertips. “Want what?” She saw him coming and with a little smirk she lifted her legs just out of his reach.. But giving him a little glimpse of hell. Of the shaven mound that his hardness so wants to invade at the moment. She loved it.. And it took a lot not to purr at the moment in the face of his weakness. What a challenge he was.. And now, now he was broken in her eyes and what is more fun than playing mind games with something like him? “I want to..” His voice trailed off as his eyes slid down her legs and he gasped softly. Want..oh please. He was willing to beg at any given moment should it help him. Beg, fight or whatever for just one more time. It cannot end like this. Not with her. “You want what?” She slid her fingertips up her legs as she settled them over to the side away from him. “Oh.. You want to go again?” She slid onto her knees and leaned over. Her fingertips barely ran up the length of his hardness though his jeans. “Oh god please!” He leaned into her touch and arched his back some. Chiding himself silently for being so eager.. She stopped a moment just to see what he would do.. And he stepped closer chewing upon his lower lip some. Reached for her at least twice, and she batted his hands away. He bowed his head and sucked upon that lip and at that moment she touched him again.. Slowly sliding those fingertips up and down his thighs. Crisscrossing across his zipper more than once, making him moan softly. Those dark cupid bows twist just at the edges into a smirk. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.. Wanting so much more than what she was giving but unable to even speak his wants out loud. “I could stop right now and leave you like this.” Her voice was a raspy whisper that sent chills up his spine. Her fingertips pressed harder against his jeans outlining his now fully hard cock. “Don’t.” The simple request came out more of a plea than a command and for that she gave it a thought. “Oh please don’t.. “ His eyes opened just enough to show the blue peeking though his long black lashes. “Don’t leave me like this..” “Why not?” She smiled at him one brow lightly raised more than the other. She enveloped him in her legs and drew him tightly against her naked body. Bright white teeth shown though her cupid bows when she smiled. “I could.. And you know that now.” She grabbed his head by the back of his hair and held him still as her teeth nibbled and kissed upon his neck. Her breath even whilst his caressed her flesh in bursts. “Cause..” He raked his brain for any reason.. Anything at all that would make her. No appeal to her to not leave him like this. Not when she was so close. Not when her lips and teeth were playing with his flesh. Before he could bite it back a moan escaped his lips. “Why?” She purred in his ear.. Then flicked her tongue across the lobe. Her sharp little nails bit into his back though his shirt. And he groaned. His body arching against hers so delightfully. “I will do anything you want.” It passed his lips before he could think and once said he wasn’t sorry for it. Anything to get her one last time. “Anything?” She purred as her fingertips slid up along his back pulling his shirt off of him once more. “Yes.” He lifted his arms and she pulled his shirt off. She placed it down beside her and smiled. A shiver ran up his spine again before her fingers could even touch him again. “Mmmmhum” She seemed not to care what else he said. For a moment he was scared but that just made him want this even more. He leaned back some as she started to unbutton his pants. She was taking her time and it drove him wild. He wanted her to rip his clothes off and they fuck right here right now. She reached inside his pants and played with his cock and he growled softly. His hands flying to undo his buckle and toss that across the room. She stopped him and pulled the belt free with her other hand. Making sure one was playing with him at all times as she worked her thighs against his legs to pull down his pants. Soon they were around his ankles. “Yes.. “ He moved slightly trying to kick his pants off over his shoes. She gently tugged his cock and he stopped.. “Lay down on the bed.” She smiled at him as he tripped over himself as he waddled over to the bed. His pants still around his ankles he managed to get on the bed and she grinned. Slowly she slid off of the table top and over to him. Those blue hues never leaving her form. His eyes raking over her body more than twice before she sat down on the edge of the bed. With a little grin she crawled on all fours over to him.. He moaned and froze a deer caught in the headlights he shivered as her tongue darted out across those tiers and her hazel hues seemed to glitter darkly. “Anything.” he whispered solemnly to himself as she crawled closer.. He found himself watching her eyes more than her body. Something wasn’t right but that thought got pushed into the back of his mind. She slid astride his knees and he whimpered softly. “Yes.. Anything.” she purred softly her fingertips slowly caressing the flesh of his thighs in an ever madding circle pattern. He arched a little hoping for more.. Maybe her hand might slip so he could get what he wanted. He wanted inside that tight pussy of hers NOW. But she was in control..He reached over to her and she batted his hands away.”Did I say you could touch me?” She leaned up, her breasts pressed against his cock. The rings cold against his naked flesh as she shimmies a little. “No?” He swallowed hard and drew his hands back.. Laying his head upon them hoping that would remove some of the temptation. “That’s right so what made you think to even reach your hand out?” “I dun know.” He whimpered softly and squirmed under her. “Please don’t stop.” His blue eyes pleaded with the dark hazel. He could hear her purr and could swear it was a growl. “Don’t do it again.” The smile left her lips those dark hues eating at his soul. He shivered under that gaze and goose bumps appeared upon his exposed flesh. She leaned down and sharp white teeth left their mark upon his flesh. He gasped and arched against her.. His nails biting into his palms. “Yes Ma’am.” She laughed softly at first and then leaned up, all purrs and soft moans that left his nerves raw with out her hands touching him. Her breasts pressed so hard against his cock didn’t help either. He groaned and silently pleaded with her eyes once more.Her lips pursed a moment as she watched him. It felt so very good to be in charge. Her pussy tingled as his eyes begged her. She had a moment where she thought about keeping him, but that moment passed and she was back to her games. She slid up along his body .. Making sure every last inch of her slides against that cock of his, till she had it trapped against his chest and her pussy. She ground down into it.. Making sure it slid between her already wet lips and touched her clit. He groaned again his hips bucked once but her glare kept the other ones he had in him at bay. Hazel hues drift closed and she ground down against that cock. She loved to get off like this. She leaned down some, planting her hands upon his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh as she rocked her hips back and forth. The rhythm that always made such moans and shivers of pleasure run though her, pleases and cries spilled from his lips as she used him. Finally he went quiet except for a few whimpers and she moved faster.. Reaching down and spreading her lips wide over his hard cock letting it hit her clit full on. Cries of pleasure spilling from her lips almost none stop. He could feel his cock throb with every single one of her moans and cries. He loved it when women get loud. He could only imagine how she would scream if he grabbed her hips at this moment and slammed up into that tight cunt. Would she scream his name then? She was close he could tell by the keen edge to her moans. He wanted to slam into her and fuck her how she should be fucked. Make her cum and scream his name. He smirked a little up at her. Yes so very close. He rocked his hips up into her movements then suddenly he jerked his hips sharply and she screamed in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. His hands came up and held onto her hips keeping her still as he slammed his cock deep inside her. She gasped those sharp little nails breaking his flesh, her pussy gripping his cock tightly as he bounced her. Just as quickly she locked her thighs against his and he couldn’t move. She grinned down at him then leaned back her hands upon his knees. Shakes her hair back over her shoulders and slowly rides him taking control over the pace once more. Her legs spread wide as she road him. Making groans come from his lips. He more than willingly moved to the new pace she had set. His hips moving up to meet hers in the same damned slow rhythm she so loved. His shoulders burned from those nail bites. His hands slid over her body, tugging on her nipple rings then dropping lower and between those spread lips of hers to tangle with her clit. She gasped softly as he pinched that sensitive bud between his thumb and finger, grinned up at her as he rolled it gently in time with the slow pace of her hips rising and falling. She growled softly at his hold upon her, her nails sank into his knees driving a guttural moan from his lips. His fingers moved faster.. Rolling that bud back and forth making her buck harder. He was panting wanting to cum but the urge to make her cum first kept him his fingers working harder than his hips. His blue hues locked onto her half lidded hazels. “I am gonna make you cum.. For me.” He growled up at her as he worked her clit harder, faster driving more cries and moans from her lips. “Then I am gonna slam hard into your cunt and fucking cum my self.” With a soft cry he kept his hips still letting her use him as she pleased. She leaned up suddenly her fingertips hooked through her rings and tugged on them. She was so close he let her clit go from his grip, only to a second later press his thumb against it and wiggle. She gasped and he felt her walls tighten around him. He growled softly waiting and then her screams became keen, at that moment he pressed down harder against her clit. She screamed out his name as she trembled on top of him. His hands went to her hips and he slammed up in to her convulsing pussy again and again. Driving soft moans of his name from her lips. He cried out her name and shot his load deep inside her. She tried to get up off of him but he wrapped his arms around her and drew her down tightly against him. His cock was slowly starting to slide from its cozy spot inside her pussy, with a hard thrust he sent it back in. Making her moan softly and her nails bite into his shoulders almost in revenge her pussy gripped him tightly. He pressed his lips hard against her neck, nibbling softly, his hands lazily roaming her body. She tried to push away once more and he held tight to her. She growled softly at him.. Leaning up as much as his hands would allow.. Raking her nails though her hair she glared down at his smiling face. “You cannot hold onto me all night.. Let go!” “No and I think I could hold onto you that long.” He grinned up at her glaring eyes. Her soft body felt too good against his flesh. He all but purred as his hands slid over her. “You might like it if you relaxed some.” She sighed and tapped her nails against his chest. Never quite relaxing as he wanted her to. He smiled softly up at her and gently caressed her cheek. Her eyes drifted closed but a moment and she shook her head. “Do you just not like to cuddle? Or is it just not with me?” He was surprised how much that thought hurt him. “Not with you.” She glared down at him and he could swear her eyes darkened even as he winced. “Why not? Your in control . Your on top. I let you use me to cum and in return all I want is to cuddle.” He narrowed his eyes just a bit watching her. “And you used me to cum as well.” She sighed heavily. Testing his hold once more and finding it quite good. “So we are even.. So let me go.” “Do I get to see you again if I let go?” He smiled softly her struggles seemed more playful than anything. “No.” She struggled more. Then gave up for a moment. “Why?” Her brows lifted just a hair as she looked down at him. “Because I want to see you. Matter of fact I would enjoy spending as much time as I can with you.” “No you wouldn’t.” She folded her arms and laid them down upon his chest.. Propping her head up to look down at him. She seemed oddly calm.. A little smirk touching her lips. “Why is that?” “Because you and I both know you dun really want a relationship.. You just dun want to feel like your expendable. Which lets face it...You are.” “Wha?” His arms slid from around her and she slid off of him and to the side.. Propping up her head upon her arm. “Yes.. Expendable. I can get the same feeling from my vibrator. And it dun need to rest a moment before its ready to go again.” She smiled.. And his heart dropped. “Just like that?” “Do you need help finding the door this time?” She lazily pointed over to her bedroom door. “You can pardon me for not getting up and showing you out.” She laid back pulling her pillow up under her head. “I am tired and you need to leave.” She had left no room for argument and he didn’t feel like trying any way. He climbed out of bed. His eyes cast to the floor as once more put on his pants, shoes, buckled his belt and slid his shirt on. Blue hues once more looked over her soft form, stretched out upon the bed, how innocent she looked in her light dozing. Chills ran up his spine as she turned upon her side once more and curled up with her pillow. He walked to the door shaking his head a little..”Man eater.” Outside it was cold and he breathed it in deeply.. Looking down the street, people moving slowly to their homes. He wondered out to his car and leaned against it a moment. Looking at the house and back at his car he grinned a little before he stepped inside his car.. “I will be back.” He closed his door and started the car. His eyes locked onto her room’s window and he smirked. Throwing the car into gear. “She will be mine.” He called to the wind as he drove off. Man-Eater I was having a drink the other day with a friend who knows about my writing; indeed, I suppose I should really call him a fan. He was taking me to task for not writing anything recently. "Oh! That's easy to explain," I said. "New job, a partner who knows about and doesn't like my 'hobby'... oh, and a lack of new plots." "Jeez!" he said, "You'll have me in tears next." Then he followed it up by saying, "Go on, what about that truism we were talking about a minute ago?" "Which one?" I countered. "Oh, Gawd," he said, "you really do have a bad memory! The one where you told me that these days you've given up fancying the younger women; you prefer their mothers." Actually, inside I was still thinking of the remark. Alan had commented that at least older women possessed two things their younger counterparts didn't: patience and gratitude -- sexist remarks, ones which I took great pains to dissociate myself from, I might add. The conversation in the pub went on to higher planes after that, but I have to admit I wasn't really paying too much attention. My thoughts had slipped back quite a time ago and were on a girl that the circle of folks at the club -- the Flying Club, that is -- called "the man-eater". It's funny how some places seem to attract women of that ilk, and Maggie was certainly "of that ilk". She was nothing to look at: about five foot six with a slim build, nicely proportioned, almost demure. She was nothing special. I was eighteen, and she was somewhere about thirty-one or -two. I was a late starter and had just lost my virginity a few months earlier. Very proud of that fact I was. Even though no one else knew, I felt they did. I might as well have been wearing a fluorescent flashing badge saying "I've been screwed". But then young men are like that, or they seemed to be in those days, thirty- five years ago. Perhaps they 're still the same now. I was out with the crowd on a Friday night. We often left the rather staid scene of the club bar and walked across the road down to the pub about a quarter of a mile away. Maggie wasn't sitting with us; she was at another table a little ways away. I said something about not fancying older women. Hell, what eighteen year old does? My companions were a married couple. She turned to me and said, "Maggie's after you, you know..." I can remember choking on my beer and turning a brilliant shade of red, much to their amusement. All I could manage was, "What?" "Oh, she's been telling folks that you're going to be the next notch on her bedpost." "Not bloody likely!" I said, and I then avoided Maggie like the plague. But she kept popping up in unlikely places, at unlikely times. It was fast becoming unnerving. I had taken to glancing over my shoulder. I felt that the next thing would be the development of a twitch. The married friends thought it was all hilarious. "You may as well give up and just sleep with her. You know you'll enjoy it." That made me dig my heels in even more. I realised afterwards they thought I needed a good seeing too, and that Maggie was just the person to do it. In retrospect I suppose I didn't really have a chance. Inevitably matters came to a head. We had all been out to the pictures together -- I can't even remember what the movie was called. I ended up arriving late and had driving down on my own to meet the others at the cinema. Somehow, when it all ended, Maggie was the one who didn't have a lift, and yes: Sven, ever the gentleman, was coerced into giving her a lift. This was about six weeks after the initial gibes and comments, and I must have relaxed a bit. By the time we had walked to the car park some distance away where, being late, I had had to park, the others had gone on ahead. I opened the door of my little saloon and Maggie hopped in and we started back to the Flying Club, where we both intended to stay the night. The club/'s sleeping arrangements were spartan, but OK. There were two old huts for the single folks: one for the guys, one for the girls. The married folks had some other rooms available to them. We called them "The Nesting boxes" -- can't think why. So I still felt quite safe. Halfway back and into open countryside, Maggie began to fidget. "Sorry, Sven, I can't wait. I have to go to the loo; you'll have to find somewhere to stop." We were on a fairly busy main road, a four-lane, so it wasn't going to be there. "Look there's a turn-off," she said, "Take that. I'll find somewhere down there." Off the main road a few hundred yards there was a pull-in. So I dutifully pulled in, and Maggie hopped out and disappeared though a gate into a field. Fortunately, it had been a dry week, so there wasn't much in the way of mud about. I took the opportunity to nip over the opposite wall and relieve myself as well. When I returned to the car, Maggie was already back, so I got in and prepared to move off. Before I could start the car, she put her hand on mine as I went to turn the ignition key. "Sven, I'm sorry you've been teased so much over me." Maggie had turned towards me as she spoke. She went on, "You would think I was sex-mad or something. I just like a little bit of a kiss and a cuddle. The men here are making it all up." She had moved towards me and had now put her hand inside my half open shirt. It had been a warm evening; now, suddenly, it was positively sweltering. She twirled my nipple with her finger nails, and suddenly I became aware of a certain anatomical problem down south a bit. I decided to ignore it. Maggie moved closer and kissed me. She tasted rather nice. I decided the others could go to hell; Maggie was a nice woman. I kissed her back. After a little while, we came up for air. "Umm... you kiss nicely." She still had her hand inside my shirt, where my nipple felt as if it were setting it was so hard. My lower extremities were now becoming decidedly uncomfortable. It was my turn to fidget and hope she didn't notice. I tried to turn a little more towards her and the damn steering wheel and floor gear-shift got in the way. Maggie said, "Let's get into the back." It seemed an eminently sensible suggestion, so we got out our respective sides and into the back seat. I took the opportunity to "adjust my dress", to use the euphemism. Once in the back, Maggie sat on my lap and giggled a bit when she felt my hardness. "Oh!" was all she said, but the way she said it spoke volumes. I knew Maggie was going to have her wicked way with me. By this time I was hooked. I undid the buttons at the top of her dress and encountered bare flesh; when Maggie had been behind the hedge, she had taken her bra off. She moaned lightly as I caressed those wonderful orbs, and then kissed and suckled on them. She was either a damn good actress or she enjoyed what I was doing. She held my face to her breasts and writhed gently underneath me. I ran my free hand along her leg and got to her stocking top: the giggle band -- past that and you were laughing, so the old gag went. That night, all those years ago, you'd better believe I knew it was true. I ran my hand up, and Maggie moved her legs to give me willing access. She was furry and hot and wet and ready. She smelt wonderful as she pushed me back in the seat and undid my trouser belt. In a flash she had my trousers and my underwear round my knees and had her hands round me. That was my turn to tell her how good it felt. I half climbed out of the back seat as I leaned across to get a condom from the passenger glove box. She took the presented opportunity to slip her lips over me. I confess I nearly lost it all right then. She grabbed the foil from me as I fumbled; she tore it open and, in a flash, had it in place to her satisfaction. Then she straddled me, her knees on either side of me, and then moved up towards my shoulders so she was sitting directly in my lap, sex to sex. She grabbed me and aimed me as she sat, pushing straight onto me, fully home, buried in one, pubic bone to pubic bone. Neither of us moved for a little while as we just savoured the feelings, frightened it would end too soon. Then she moved off me a little, putting her hand down to keep the condom roll in place. Her holding me felt even better. Her dress was rucked up, and in the faint light from the main road three hundred yards away, I could see myself buried in her. Damn! I could feel myself deep up inside her. "Christ, that's wonderful..." she said, "You feel as if you're filling me right up!" She kissed me deeply again and I ran my hands down her back and held an ass-cheek in each one as we started to move in real earnest. Even with the condom on I didn't last very long, but then neither did Maggie. We sort of exploded together in a hot sweaty mess of wonderful sex, tasting our teeth enamel as we clashed and tried not to do each other real physical damage. As I started to wilt, she eased off me, still holding both me and the condom so it wouldn't come off. She sat on the seat beside me, still breathing hard. "Bloody hell, Sven! That was good; I think we both wanted that." I laughed, and then I leaned across and kissed her by way of agreement. She carefully eased the condom off, so as not to spill anything on me, opened the window, and twirled it over the hedge. She started to get a tissue out to clean me off, but then she muttered something and, bending forward, took me in her mouth and cleaned me, so I wouldn't mark my clothing. Before I could really decide whether it was as gross as I thought it might be -- remember, this was 1965 -- she leaned back and said, "My turn..." Without time for thought, I went down on her and cleaned her as she had cleaned me. After all, I had left all my juice in a condom, so it was only hers. Even in my limited sexual experience up to that point, I already knew I liked eating girls out. Maggie was delicious. I guess in retrospect she was the one who gave me that life-long joy of going down on my girlfriends. We kissed a little more and then decided we had better go back... home. Neither of us, certainly not me, wanted to face the club for the rest of that weekend. So I drove her home to her flat and went in and had coffee with both her and the girl she shared the flat with. Before I left we had exchanged phone numbers. I didn't go back to the club that weekend. A week later when I arrived, no one batted an eyelid. Maggie didn't appear that morning. I got back to the club at lunchtime following some flying to find a note on the message board. I recognised the number as Maggie's. Inwardly I smiled a little wryly; I thought, "Uh huh, here it comes. She's screwed me; now here's the brush-off. What they've been saying about her is all true." I couldn't have been more wrong. Maggie was rushed and breathless when I got through. "Hi, Sven, you got my message. Look my flatmate is unexpectedly away for the weekend. Do you fan--" What a damn silly question! Of course I did; I'd run out of flying money anyway. So I made my excuses and drove as fast as I dared to where she lived. Oh, yes, I did stop off on the way and make sure I had a supply of rubber items. I parked out the front and climbed the stairs to her apartment. I rang the doorbell and the door opened enough for her to check that it was me. She closed it again, took off the security chain, and then let me in. Naked. No clothes, not a stitch. She creased up at the expression on my face; then, with me inside, she shut the door behind me and, without touching any other part of me, she kissed me. The flat was warm; I was even warmer. "Sven, darling, you're overdressed," she said and pausing only to swat my fingers out of the way, she undid my clothes and undressed me. It is fair to say that I do remember some bits of the next twenty-four hours, but the details are blurred. At one stage she introduced me to my own taste. I was only half awake, coming out of a short but heavy sleep -- even at eighteen your refractory time means you need some rest. Maggie was indulging me with a blow job -- all the way to completion. Then she moved up and kissed me, transferring some of my own "nectar", as she called it, into my mouth. In truth, it was different, but not too bad. I have to say I wouldn't have tasted it directly, but transferred that way... what could I say? If she liked me enough to do it for me, I figured I'd better at least try it. Eventually, with the flat smelling like a brothel, we stopped -- actually, I think we hurt too much -- and we cleaned the place up so that it would smell reasonable before her friend returned. For the next couple of weeks, that was the pattern of events. Then she said, "No condoms this weekend; I'm safe just now." So she introduced me to the joys of unprotected sex. We played a variation on the theme of positions. Somehow she managed to position herself where I entered her downwards, so that when I withdrew, she didn't leak. She then cleaned our combined juices off me and asked me to do the same. I did, and with my mouth and tongue round her, she moved so that I could eat everything I had deposited there moments before. Had I had time to think about it, I might not have done it, but by then our relationship had progressed to the point where I was happy to try anything. It wasn't wonderful, but it wasn't totally bad either, and it pleased her for me to do it, so I did. In any case, we often kissed just afterwards, and it didn't upset her, so I didn't let it upset me. By now the club members knew we were going out, so they left us alone. If we went to the club together, we rented a "Nesting box" for the weekend just like the others did. Maggie even introduced me to anal sex. It was the wrong time of her month, but she wasn't prepared not to have sex, so anal it was. The head of my sex is quite large, so it was slow and steady and lots of lubrication, but then the feeling was quite exquisite, and so different from the other way. So much hotter. So much tighter. Maggie told me she could feel me spurting inside her when I climaxed. It was probably true, because at that point she would climax as well, her sphincter clamping down on me. The last time we met was during the middle of the week. In fact, we had only managed to meet in the middle of the week for a couple of months. I picked her up and we went to a pub close by where we both lived. I think I had known for a little while that this good thing was coming to an end. Her reasons still surprised me though. "Sven, this is difficult," Maggie said. Her words are engraved in my brain even now, thirty-five years on. "As you know, my other hobby is motor racing." This was true, and I did know that. Maggie went on, "Well, I'm getting married this weekend, to a racing driver; he's my age, and, well--" She really didn't have to say any more, so I put my fingers on her lips and silenced her gently. She stood up and took my hand; we left our drinks and she held my hand even more tightly as we walked back to her flat, where I'd parked my car. She walked straight past it and we went up the stairs to her front door and inside. I started to say something, and she put her fingers on my lips, then kissed me much more tenderly than usual. She leaned back a little and held both my hands in hers. "One last time, please?" she asked. I just nodded, and we went to her bedroom and undressed. Our lovemaking was slow and unhurried, quite unlike the first time together some months before. I reached for a condom and she said, "No. Not this time." I didn't argue and we coupled gently and then moved together in a way that was now familiar. Our knowledge of the other's pace was such that we timed our explosion together. As we came down from our high, I felt her tears fall on my face as she leaned forward and held me tightly. I know mine fell and mingled with hers. Lovingly she cleaned me off for a last time, and I her. Silently we dressed and then kissed one last time. There were no words necessary. I didn't look back as I walked away to the car; I didn't trust myself. Alan came back from the bar with his round. It had taken a few minutes, and Maggie had been in my thoughts again, not for the first time over the intervening years. "You're quiet tonight, Sven," he remarked. So I just told him I had mapped out another story for him. "Great!" he said, rubbing his hands in glee. "When are you going to write it out?" The end... of a love story? Man-Eater of Myanmar It was an early morning on the Irrawaddy, and the sun had not yet crossed the eastern horizon. U Tha slowly paddled his old aluminum canoe down the river. It was difficult work to make a living as a fishermen on the Irrawaddy these days, or anywhere else in Burma for that matter, but somehow U Tha managed, just as his father before him had. The trick, he always told his neighbors, was to get up early, so that you could check your fishing lines before the oppressive tropical heat became too unbearable. As he came to a calm area near the bank, he began to do just that. U Tha had only found this particular spot a couple months ago, but he found that it was especially good fishing. He'd caught dozens of catfish, eels, carp, snakeheads and gar in this particular location, so he made a habit of setting his lines there. Unfortunately, he had no such luck today. At first, there seemed to be nothing on the hooks at all, but then, some started to come up with nothing more than mere scraps and fish heads. U Tha cursed under his breath. Something -- or perhaps even someone -- must have found out about this spot and started poaching from him. As if in response to his colorful exclamations, something knocked into his boat. U Tha swore again, thinking that he must have hit a submerged log. And then it struck again, this time harder. U Tha looked over the side of his small canoe and strained to make out any shape in the dark, muddy waters. He could barely make out a large shape, perhaps a crocodile or giant fish, circling about his boat. Terrified, U Tha looked towards the shore. "Keh-ba," he cried out, "Is anyone there? Help!" There was no response. U Tha looked back down into the river and saw that the creature, whatever the hell it was, was still circling his boat. He looked desperately back over towards the shore and wondered whether or not he would be able to make it. It didn't look that far, but he wasn't certain he could out swim whatever was in the water beneath him. Before he had a chance to make up his mind, the creature lunged into the canoe again, flipping it over and knocking U Tha into the water. U Tha barely had time to react. Almost immediately, he began swimming towards the shore. He didn't even look behind him to see where the creature was; he knew that every second mattered. His lungs were on fire, but the shore was so very close. Just as he got near the shallow, muddy banks of the shore, he felt something pull him by the legs. Turning to look behind him, U Tha got his first glance at the creature, it's flabby, pale grey face poking out just slightly above the surface of the water. With its beady eyes and whisker-like barbells, it reminded him of a mythical naga serpent, or perhaps even some creature out of a nightmare. But the jaws that were wrapped around his legs were all too real. U Tha barely had time to scream before the creature gulped once more, pulling him back down into the depths of the Irrawaddy. He thrashed for a while, fighting until the very end. And then, the waters went still. Man-Eater of Myanmar "You understand," Ztaw Hlaing said as he pointed his gun at her, "We can't have stories about man-eating fish getting out. It would hurt our national image." Before she could say anything, Bogyogke Ztaw Hlaing fired his gun, hitting her in the shoulder. She fell backwards into the water, bleeding and paralyzed in pain from the wound. Still struggling to try and escape, Ann could see the huge goonch circling her as she sank back down into the depths. Her lungs were filling with water. In the blink of an eye, the catfish opened its mouth and greedily sucked her in. And then, it was over. Meanwhile, back on shore, Bogyogke Ztaw Hlaing was talking to the villagers in Burmese. "We'll tell the press that that the two kala phyu drowned in a diving accident, and that the current dragged their bodies away before we could retrieve them. After all, we don't want any negative publicity from this..."