“Shall we?”
The smoky tenor voice of the woman standing in the doorway brought him back to the reality of his situation. Suicide via sexual fantasy fulfillment, the only proper end for a man like him. Of course, all of the things people had said about him over the years are true. Pervert, dilettante, masochist of dangerous proportions, and so it has all come to this.
“Yes of course.”
He walks over and takes her hand, bends to kiss it. There are to be no names in this exchange, it had been meticulously arranged by a third outside party for a modest fee, a matchmaker of sorts to those with exotic and dangerous tastes.
“It’s a pleasure and an honor madam.”
Ever the gentleman, even in the moments before his last orgasm. The woman smiled at him clearly pleased.
“The pleasure is mine sir.”
Arm in arm they walked up the hall to a lavish bedroom that belonged to neither of them. This part another provision of their outside party, a place for the thing to happen, people to clean up the mess and dispose of the body. Everything to create the penultimate fantasy come true.
It is a bonus that the woman, the avatar of his death is his kind of beauty. Fleshy, large busted, wide hips and an ample butt. He could almost picture lush big meaty thighs, he wondered absently how long her nipples might be and contented himself knowing he would find out.
“Take your clothes off. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He does as told, folding his black slacks and black shirt neatly. Stacking his boxers, shoes and jewelry atop them just so, fastidious even to the end. He lays on the bed waiting, watching his cock twitch into alertness. He hears the woman enter before he turns to look at her. She is naked and breathtaking.
“You’re exquisite. Thank you.”
She poses for him, framed right arm bent to hide the hand. His eyes fixate on her bent right arm, he knows what she has, the knowledge burns until he asks, his voice breaking.
“Show me, please.”
Slowly, terribly slowly she shows him what it is she has. A hunting knife, huge in her small hand, the blade gleaming and pristine. A frisson of fear, delight and anticipation runs down his spine to settle in his cock.
She crosses the room, smiling at first his erect cock then his face.
“I’m glad you like what you see. Now shut the fuck up and get ready to die.”
Her tone changes, turns cold and his smile brightens then his eyes close. Ready to die just as he had lived.
Shannon Barber is a 32 year old author from Seattle. She spends most of her non-writing time enjoying French Press coffee, reading and searching for the perfect piece of pie. She has also been published at DiddleDog, The Legendary, Velvet Mafia and assorted other places.
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Powerful and quick (just as I have lived…sorry, I had to).
Great stuff, really. I anticiapte the moment of climax, when he (as men tend to do) is riveted by the orgasim, and uncaring about much else. Will he regret his decision, or will he allow his orgasim to carry him through any second thoughts?
Thanks I really appreciate it. This is one of my more successful experiments. You got a totally different idea from a couple of other people I know who’ve read it and that just tickles me.
Damn girl!!! You had my eyes all wide and my breathing all shallow and stuff. Good stuff, really good stuff.
Very good! Ended abruptly, but that way it leaves the reader wondering!