The Fourth Horseman

Alone

I woke to an empty house around 4 in the afternoon. What a way to waste my one day off. My head was only slightly pounding as I made my way to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

I noticed Jay had cleaned and put away our whiskey glasses and set the almost empty whiskey bottle back in its place on the counter. The generosity of cleaning up our mini bar was all that was left of his presence the night before. And my sore pussy.

I had alot to think about. Alot to relive over and over. I decided to take a bath and soak my wrecked vagina. I made my way to the bathroom and made sure the water was good and hot. Sinking into the bubbles, the warm water made me sigh in content. I was proud of myself. I had set out to see what Jay was all about and I had succeeded.

He was the best fuck I'd ever had. Never had that many orgasms in one night without teasing myself. He knew my body so well even though I was a stranger. He traveled my body like roads leading to a home he hadn't been to in a long time. Taking his time on every path to enjoy all the twists and turns before continuing steady steps toward the eventual destination. Yes he took his time on me. And I appreciated every move.

He was a phantom. I began to wonder if it was all a dream but the lingering effects on my body proved it had occurred. I welcomed the pain. It was a reminder of the man I would never forget. 

I knew Jay would likely be gone when I woke so I was not surprised. He is not mine to hold. He probably has someone somewhere waiting on his return. How could he not? I couldn't see this man as some lone rider with nowhere to set his hat. I'm sure he had a home and a lucky woman out there in this world. At least I got to have him for a night.

That night was no doubt  burned into my memory. Stowed away in the treasure chest of my mind where only the most precious of memories reside. He took care to make sure I was well saited before he satisfied himself. What a lucky girl I was.

I smiled and while drowning in my memory of pleasure and pain I remembered he had bit me. He drank my blood. He roared while coming inside me with my blood dripping down his chin. Fuck yes.

I didn't care that he bit me. What's it to me if he's got a creepy fetish. I love creepy. Halloween is my all time favorite holiday. I love scary movies and all things dark and dismal. I lived in the darkness of despair most of my life. I've seen way worse with drug addicted parents.

My soul matched the blackness of his eyes. When I looked into their dark depths I hit my knees and crawled in.   Not many things actually scare me.  When you are raised by the darkness the darkness becomes a comfort. You find things to love in the darkness, even things that should never be loved.

I'll be the first to admit I had been desensitized by my upbringing. I considered it a badge of honor and was proud. I was never one to wallow in my own self pity or pray to whatever God was listening to save me. I believed my soul had chosen the path this mortal body would walk. I found value in the lessons I had learned while stumbling along. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger right?

The bath was cooling to a temperature no longer enjoyable so I go out and decided to check my phone. I knew Georgia was probably wondering if I was still alive so I sent her a quick text "I'm alive!" She instantly responded, "took you long enough bitch! What happened last night?!?" I laughed at her endearment and replied " we fucked!
What did you think would happen?"
"Omg I'm coming over I need all the details."

I threw the phone on the bed and pulled on some leggings and a sweater. I would tell Georgia most of the story, leaving out the parts I considered too private to share. You know like the biting and blood drinking and all. That was a secret between Jay and I. Hidden away in my mind and guarded like a priceless artifact. It was strange, how I felt some loyalty to this man. I don't even know his last name but who gives a damn....I know I don't.

I wandered to the kitchen to see what I could cook for a quick dinner for Georgia and I. Even though we both had to work tomorrow I had a feeling it would be another long night.