For weeks we would see each other and make love at a moments glance. I knew nothing about him. No name, no phone number. He was always there in my building waiting for me. I told myself that I was crazy. But nothing could break my soul away from the explosion of steaming hot sex every night. Nothing stopped us. Not even getting arrested for fucking in the public elevator, or in the apartment complex pool, the complex gym, or on the lawn. Anyone looking into our world would say that we were sick, but we knew that everyone wished they could be as free as we were. Who was he? I didn't care. He loved me though. I felt it. No man had ever made me have multiple orgasms every time. I had never questioned any moves he made. Not even coming home to him inside my apartment. As soon as entered, he ripped my clothes off and had his way with me. The blinds opened wide for the world to see. It didn't matter. I was his slave and he was my master.
My wardrobe became shorter, smuttier, tighter, slits and splits for easier access. Walking down the street to meet him, which was strange. He had always been there waiting for me. Never to disobey his command, I walked down the boulevard wearing a silk mini skirt and tube top with no bra or panties. I waited on the corner pacing back and forth, but he did not show. Instead a group of thugs ran up on me. It wasn't the same. They weren't as gentle as he had been. They made me feel dirty. One by one at first, then two by two. When I began to scream, they stuffed my mouth with their body genitalia .
The sun rose on my worn out body in the middle of the street. There he was but he appeared different. His short wavy hair was shaved off. The neatly trimmed mustache was trimmed off. A beast like creature he resembled. Ugly and demented. I had been fooled! He reached out his hand and I slapped it away. Lowering his head in shame, he walked away into the sunrise. All of a sudden the world seemed to pass me by. It was like a movie being fast forwarded. There I was in my apartment laying in bed. I turned over to my right to see Brent, my lover of two years sleeping. It had all been a dream! There was nothing to worry about.
Once Brent had waken, he dressed quickly so that he could get home in time before his wife noticed he was gone. A sin so good, burning my soul. He was the great lover in the dream. He made me feel that we could explore each other's bodies without conviction. In fact, Brent had explored a part of my body that no one had. Anal sex had become my favorite with Brent. I knew that dream meant I had to let Brent go, but I wasn't ready to yet. Not until Brent wanted to spice up our relationship by role playing. He had taken a short navy blue dress out of my closet and told me to meet him that night at eleven, at the restaurant where we first kissed. It had been years since we visited that restaurant.
I didn't show that night but when I watched the news, it was reported that a man was robbed at gun point and stripped nude. The disgusted newscaster added that the gang was also responsible for multiple rapes in that area.
Dodge that bullet, huh?