My Jumbled Thoughts in Crumbling Words

A Friends Friend

I met her unexpectedly, my hands full and a dash of nervousness fluttering about.

She was dressed in sweats and a hoodie, sneakers too.
A worn expression and a voice that bordered a mans.

I offered a hug instead of a handshake as my hands were full, she almost rammed into me wrapping herself around me and burying her head in my shoulder. It felt strange I'm still not sure how but her hug was a strange feeling.

I spent the night hanging out with her,
Drinking and sharing smokes while sitting at the outdoor table.
I was flirty, and the conversation took dips from joking to deep dark secrets of her past.
She said she liked playing, she was seeing a girl who was messed up and she loved it.
This girl in-front of me was telling me how much she loved the emotional mess her friend was in, how manipulative the girl was, she loved being just out of reach and how it drove the girl insane.

A sadist, self proclaimed and most definitely true.

Not gay and not straight.

She was open and yet completely closed off all at once, she picked up on my plays, how I'd look at her, move closer bit by bit.
I've never thought of myself as a lesbian, I like men a lot but every word she spoke I felt I understood, she called men beautiful and amazing she loves them too, and women she likes as-well but differently.

I've never related too a person yet been so different before.
God she peaked my curiosity.

We kissed, she loved to bite she trailed my neck and up to my ear nibbling and hitting harshly.

I loved frustrating her.

The next night she sunk her nails and teeth into my arm, the most major thing was now two days later the bruise is darkening and the area swelled, I've never been treated so roughly or received such a bad bruise.
But I don't dislike it I enjoy marks like hickeys and this one I find interesting with how much more intense it is.

I find her very interesting...