She is poison. She is venom of the worst sort. I find myself sitting across from her anyway. Worse still, I find myself wanting her, her poison be damned! Wanting to roll the dice and taste her seduction; without choking on the poison that always comes with it.
She is poison. She’s destroyed men I felt were much stronger than me. Still, I’m getting drawn into her eyes that study me, feeling her striping the clothes virtually off of my body, imagining all of the ways she will pull me in, desperate to wanting her touch.
She is poison, and I cannot help myself but to want a taste of it. I’ve always come to her rescue after she’s burned all the bridges down around her. I’ve always given her the shoulder to cry on, the understanding, the loyalty. Before now, I avoided the poison that she is. But I have lived my life avoiding poisons of all sorts. I have driven down the road of the straight and narrow and still have gotten rammed into. My life is currently a car wreck of metal and flesh and blood and bone. I hurt, I weep. And I am too tired to avoid a possible taste of poison now. From my current vantage point, dying from her wicked poison seems a fate better than dying from what already ails me.
“You seem distracted, are you sure you are ok?” The words that flow over her lips honey sweet; if I were new to her, I wouldn’t have even detected the poison yet. But, I know her almost better than she knows herself. Still, the poison seems to make the honey of the words sweeter. I let myself believe she cares. She only really cares about one person, and it is not me.
“I’m fine. Really. Just catching up after all of this time has been…nice.” It is the truth, in a way. Even though up to now, I have been immune to her poison, I understand how to dance around her, avoid the traps she sets, just so not to taste it; still, I have always enjoyed her company. How she shines even as she burns everything down around her. I watch her lips form words, just half hearing them. I watch those lips, both sinister and seductive. They drip with poison. I imagine how they would feel against my own lips. Her kiss slowly infecting me to wanting more than just her kiss. I imagine how much I want to watch those lips kissing me in other places, and doing more than just kissing. I’ve never wanted to watch and feel a woman devouring me more than I want her doing that very thing right now. She has the look of a woman that becomes sexier when all of the barriers are removed, where flesh itself is the only thing left in the way. Knowing all of the men she’s destroyed, is almost proof that she is a predator, and that knowledge makes my destruction easier.
“…you know I’ve always loved you.” And there it is. Her initial hook that is just for me. It was only a matter of time before she sprung the trap to see if it would catch me. It is only a matter of time now until I find out if I can consume her fully without slowly dying of her poison in the aftermath. Again, I don’t really care about the outcome. I really have nothing left to lose.
“I know, you have always been a dear friend.” My words are a paper shield and a curiosity of how she will respond. In a strange way, she has been a dear friend. For reasons I might never understand, she has never ‘scorched earth’ our friendship like all of her others. But, I know her use of the sentiment of love now was not meant to be of the platonic sort. The words drip with a wanton poison.
“You know, that is not quite what I mean. Do I need to spell it out to you?” Yes. You do. I want to hear the words seduce me. I want to feel the trap of them claim me. I want to feel just what the poison does to a person. Her laughter that follows were caresses to my swelling desires. Desire is a strange thing. If we were not in a busy and up-scale restaurant, I would have made my move way before now. If she was eager to having her clothes torn off by me, I would be devouring her on this very table by now. I want her that badly. It has to show in my eyes. She has to know. Hence her trap.
“I want you. I’ve ALWAYS wanted you.” And there it is. The hook is set deeper. The ‘always’ drips with lies and poison. I do not care. Tonight, I let myself believe it. I want it to be true because I need to be wanted more than anything else right now, so I let it become true. I let the trap wrap around me. My flesh is abuzz with want of her touch. My clothes feel like they are full of pins and razors. Scratching my skin, prompting me to be free of them and salved by her flesh and sex.
“I know,” is my simple reply. Perhaps the first time I have ever lied to her. To see her beam though would have broken my heart if I had one left. It would have entrapped me, if I was still dancing around her other traps, if I wasn’t willing to walk into the trap willingly today. I collect the bill as casually as humanly possible. The only words shared now were topics of no import. Words to speak to pass the time. Our eyes spoke our intents to each other in volumes.
As soon as the door to her house closed after we left the restaurant, our clothes melt from our bodies. Our kisses are frantic things, our lips finding each other through the chaos of becoming naked, in becoming the animals we truly are, in blending into something that is not quite one thing but not quite separate things either.
Her hand finds me ready, her fingers lightly claw me, laced with poison. Her touch is like she has known the map of my body and its desires intimately. Her damned touch feels better than my body has ever known. Poison.
Her eyes ask the question just to fake politeness. She licks her lips and slowly starts to go down. Fuck that! I pick her up and lay her on the staircase. I go down on her instead just because I hope to have her at least a little bit flustered before she entraps me fully. I do not even bother to ask her with my eyes for permission or to see if she is the sort that is uncomfortable with such things. My hunger supersedes all of that. Her cunt is so wet that it made me almost believe the lie that she has ALWAYS wanted me. I am drawn to her swollen clit. I want nothing more than to hear how sweetly she moans, or curses, or screams. But I just can’t help myself, my tongue keeps plunging into her soaking and tangy sweet cunt. I am literally getting drunk on her. My thoughts are getting thick and fuzzy while my cock swells in desperate anger with every taste of her.
My ears drown on her moans, moans I am surprised to hear. Her clit still teases my vision, a big swollen pink marble. Teasing me that by touching it, the moans from that touch will be even sweeter. The sounds of a woman in the thick of lust is my deepest weakness. I almost fear it will pop if I touch it. My tongue flicks at it and then rolls it into my mouth. I have never experienced a woman arch her back quite that way. My mind subconsciously imagines what it would feel like fucking her with her back arching like that. My cock trembles in response to the thought.
I feast and finger her until she unravels. If her orgasm that follows is fake, I don’t care, it is still sexier than anything else I have ever witnessed. If it is fake, I am grateful for the acting job, grateful for getting snared further into her traps all laced with poison. I imagine it is very real because I need it to be real. I need the lie to help mask all of my other pains.
She takes her time to bathe in the moment. Either to enjoy it or to act out the part. Her sighs and her glow unravel me more than her orgasm did. I drink her all in with my eyes, let my fingertips take time to gently learn what her body responses to. It is a crime that she is so damned beautiful. It is a damned felony that she is even more so in such a state of pure wantonness. Some women are a hot mess after a good orgasm. She is brighter than the fucking sun! I can already feel her poison pumping through my veins, changing me and probably slowly killing me. She regains motion and slithers down the stairs. Her hands and mouth find my cock, but her eyes NEVER leave mine. My mind forgets all about her poison. Fuck! I suddenly wanted to die with my cock in her mouth. It is that simple, her mouth feels that sweet engulfing me. She sucks and strokes and controls me fully. She can make me cum in the next second or she could drag it out for hours. Her eyes whisper, “I’ve ALWAYS wanted your cock in my mouth.” More poison. Suck and stroke, suck and stroke.
My eyes responded, “I’ve ALWAYS wanted to cum in your mouth.”
Her strokes get faster and harder, almost desperate and hungry. The sucking suddenly has purpose behind it instead of teasing pleasure. And I cum like a broken fountain. I know sound escapes my throat but I cannot say if it is comprised of words, or moans, or guttural base language man has since forgotten.
She stops sucking when there is no more cum to give her. She then opens her mouth to let my cum ooze back down my cock. Damn! She then shoves my cock back into her mouth fully, sucking away like she is sucking for her last breath of life. I watch her eyes dance with glee and sin as I slowly lose my mind. Paybacks are indeed a bitch. I am glad she is the type to payback in full. Sheer poison.
She gets up and starts up the stairs when she finished cleaning off my cock. The intense pleasure from the cleaning still reverberating through my being making it hers.
“Come,” is all she says as I watch her ass and lust-filled face disappear from view. It isn’t a command. It wasn’t, “Come, follow me to the bedroom.” It is a plea. “Come. I need more come. More of mine and more of yours. Come. Come. Come.”
I follow, but on legs to weak to follow. When I catch up to her in her room, I twist her around and kiss her roughly, as if it is my last breath of life. My cum still rich on her lips, her tongue eager to feed what’s left back to me. I want all of her tainted poison now. I was ready for it all to end. I toss her on the bed and the look of surprise and want she tosses back at me makes me desire her more than anything else that has ever passed between us. I climb upon her and pressed my softened cock to her engorged cunt. It feels surreal. I have never grind against a woman soft before. The pleasure is strangely intense, unexpectedly wonderful. Perhaps it is just the poison confusing me now. I suck one of her breasts into my mouth. I dare not look into her eyes as I instead listen to her moans seducing me further. As my cock grows from her cunt’s kisses, her hands find it and shove it inside herself. Full of greedy need. I love her need. We fuck for our own pleasure and we fuck for each other. It’s equal parts of both. It is honest lust, regardless of the poison tainting it. Each thrust is full of need, and want, and pleasure, and her poison. Her lust. My own.
I cum and the pleasure felt like the car crash of my life being put in reverse. The pain of shards of glass and metal being pulled from me. The jarring pain being replaced by endless torrents of pleasure. As my thrusts continue, and my cumming slowly ended, I feel her orgasm grab me fully. I felt her poison try to infect me, but flow right off my skin. I came to her to end my life and instead I am remade, put back together, and still immune to her sweet poison.
We lie there in our cum and sweat and flesh and kiss tenderly. My perpetual gloom is suddenly gone. Perhaps temporarily, perhaps for as long as I stay with her like this. Is this another of her traps? I suddenly care now, but I don’t think it is. She is poison, but then again so am I. Perhaps as long as we stay together, the rest of the world is safe. Perhaps her poison is tonic for the likes of me. Perhaps as long as we stay together, we will not poison everyone else. We are poison. It is best for you all to just leave us be.