Someone In The Wolf-
A Short Prelude to “Caligulove”
By MM-Stewart
Copyright 2011 MM-Stewart
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Someone in the Wolf
Her face was scrunched up in a moment of pure passion. Her pale thighs were spread and I was deep in between them. She gave out a yelp of pure excitement every time I pumped inside her. I had my hands around her ankles, positioning them out of the way so that I could idolize what I was doing. It was such a joy to slip in and out of this young, dumb brunette. If I cared enough, I would try to remember her name later.
My hands feathered out to the sides of her thighs. I grabbed her narrow hips so that I had more control thrusting into her; she did not complain at all. I adored her naked body and her bare breasts bounced in favour of our rhythm. Her brown hair was a tangled mess on the pillow tops. Her body glistened with sweat and she illuminated as if she were alive inside with fire. Her skin reflected the glare of the cheap motel’s lamp. Her eyes were clamped shut, and her pretty pink mouth was twisted into a very large “O”. I pounded harder. The screams got louder. I sped up. She grabbed my forearms and squeezed. She climaxed and her body shuddered under mine, but my task was not yet complete.
I had only been acquainted with this girl for a few hours, and already she was letting me worship her body. We’d met in a bar just off the highway in the middle of nowhere. She looked lonely, and I was lonely. I was searching for something that I knew I would never get back…until I saw this girl smile at me and I remembered happier times. Times when I wasn’t so miserable and condemned to the slow hell my life had returned to. Times when the love of my life would smile at me just like this strange girl had, and lift my spirits and fill me with hope and joy. But all those times were destroyed. A life I could never return to. I could only capture glimpses of it when I walked into bars and looked into charming faces of smiling, desperate, lonely women.
Now that she was beginning to near an orgasmic coma, I pushed her legs out of the way, and laid flat on top of her. She moaned and playfully giggled as I continued to thrust in and out of her. The bottom of my abdomen was growing with knots of expectancy. I clutched for the bed beside us. Sweat poured down my face. In and out, I plunged. She was moaning again. In and out. I felt under the pillow and grabbed the handle. In and out, I plunged. Faster and harder. She was moaning louder. I pulled out the knife. She saw, and her eyes widened. Her eyes were very green.
I sat up and forced the knife into her chest. Her body grew rigid and she made a noise like a wolf’s howl. Faster and harder, I continued to pound into her body. I was close to climaxing. The knife jutted out of her chest and tiny rivers of blood trickled down the sides of her pale naked body. I closed my hands around her neck and squeezed. She stopped screaming. She choked instead. Harder and harder, I pounded. In and out. Her green eyes bulged. She tried to scream, but couldn’t. Her fingers clutched at the tangled sheets beside us. I clasped my eyes shut and felt the rise of a very powerful orgasm surging through my body. I squeezed her neck harder as I heaved myself one last time. I came.
I collapsed beside her on the bed, panting. My heart was the only thing beating in the small room. I looked over at victim. She stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her mouth was open slightly. I reached over and gently closed her lips. I closed her eyes and rolled away. I sighed.
In a few hours, I realized that it would be dawn. I sat up, shaking the last of my own orgasmic coma off before stumbling into the bathroom. The tile was cold under my feet. I showered quickly, careful not to touch anything and wiped down what I did.
Memories flooded my mind and I thought of the love of my life. I wondered what she was doing. I wondered if she were happy. I wondered if she were thinking about me. I thought about her constantly. When she’d walked out of my life a few months ago, my world had tumbled down all around me. I was so angry with her. I felt like she’d betrayed my love for her. I felt as if she didn’t have enough faith in our love, and that hurt worst of all. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t drink. All I could think about was her. And then the murders had started happening…
I dried myself with a dingy hand towel and hung it over the sink. I dressed and finished wiping down the small room of any evidence of my existence. I piled her clothes on the end of the bed, and left them folded next to her feet. I decided to cover her body with a blanket. She was still beautiful even in her ugly death. Her lips were beginning to turn purple. I fumbled through her small purse that sat on the table next to the bed. I found a tube of her lipstick. It was pink and smelled of raspberries. I opened it and applied some to my lips. I bent down and kissed the top of her head. I left an imprint of my kiss. I wiped the colour from my mouth and decided that it was time for me to leave.
I grabbed my car keys and put on my jacket. I patted my coat pocket to ensure that my love’s ring was still safe in its jewelry box. It was. I opened the door to leave and gave the girl one last look. Twelve was enough practice, I thought. I suddenly remembered her name. “Amanda.”
I locked the door behind myself and jumped into my car to leave. Practice was over.
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M M-Stewart is a Navy wife who is half way between living in Portsmouth, Virginia, and moving to St. Mary’s, Georgia. She enjoys rock n’ roll music, Pizza Hut’s “Big Dipper”, Heineken beer, good books, and great chocolate. She is currently in the process of writing the novel of her life. Not an autobiography, just a novel she’s been writing and revising since she was in the seventh grade. Hopefully, it’ll be published within the year. Cross your fingers!
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