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| AshUK |
I saw her in a coffee shop one day in late summer. Short flowered dress, long bare legs, shoulder length blonde hair; the sort that curls around your fingers when you touch it. A row of stars tattooed along her neck and shoulder. Decorative. Pretty.
I ordered tea; watched the sun slip down against the glass of the window. Constantly aware of her the whole time. The way she talked to her friend; her soft, laughing voice. The way she smiled.
When she got up to leave, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Muttered some inane chat-up line or other – I never was very good at that sort of thing. It worked though; she gave me her number. I still remember the way she looked as she walked through the door; the sunlight framing her figure as she followed her friend out onto the street.
Sitting in a bar with her one evening, about six months later. We'd been dating for a while; it was going well. I'd told her about my interest in kink quite early – no point hiding it, I'd thought. She took it rather well, told me she'd think about it, even though she'd never tried it before. I'd let her tactful silence hang in the air for a moment, then let the subject drop.
It was a cold November night; when we'd walked across the park together earlier the frost had crunched under our footsteps. Now, huddled together in the bar, near a roaring fire, a couple of drinks on our table – the warmth had brought us closer. It had also made her bold.
She leaned towards me; brushed her hair – that same hair I loved to curl around my fingers – from her eyes and whispered softly. “ I want you to punch me in the face. “
My heart almost stopped. We'd had no discussion of this - no discussion of anything kinky since my initial revelation in fact – and yet here we were. I looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed; her eyes slightly wide.
I looked at the glass on the table. She was a bit drunk, it was true. But not enough to not know what she was saying. And certainly not drunk enough for it to stop me.
I took her by the hand, out to the garden. Our breath clouded in the cold winter night. I found a quiet corner, where we wouldn't be seen by anyone else in the bar.
“ Ready ? “ I asked her.
She nodded. The cold had taken the edge of some of the bravado; sobered her up a bit. She looked nervous.
I punched her hard, on her left cheek. The impact rocked her back on her feet, made her stagger like a marionette.
It was like a rush. The blood made my head swim. I put my left hand on her shoulder, steadied her for another blow.
Same place as before: left cheek. She jerked back, still dizzy from the first punch. I had to catch her by the elbow.
I didn't wait for her to be ready for the next one. Just bunched my hand into a fist, and hit her again.
She spun round like a top. Fell to the floor. With one step I was by her side, pulling her back to her feet.
I hit her again, harder than the last time. Her eyes closed, and she started to fall.
Caught her in my left hand, pulled her to me in a tight clinch, like a lover, or a boxer. Her hot breath, ragged against my neck. She was saying something, but the words were slurred; I couldn't hear her.
Gently, I pushed her away, disentangling her from my arms. Widened my stance as she stood unsteadily in the cold air, not knowing where she was or what was happening.
Hit her for the fifth time, still in the same place. Her knees gave way and she staggered backwards, almost banging her head into the brick wall. I held her close to me.
“ One more. “ I said. “ Just one more. “
She looked up, as if she could hear me, but couldn't see me. Her eyes were unfocussed. “ Give me a second, “ she mumbled, her fingers on my shoulder. “ Seeing.... stars... “
I stood up; let my breathing calm down. My knuckles were sore, bleeding even. The sting of pain just added to the rush.
She stood before me, more beautiful than I have ever seen her, wavering uncertainly from one foot to the other.
My fist lashed out; connected with her cheekbone with a crack. She dropped to the floor, too fast for me to catch her.
Slowly I walked over, knelt down beside her. Her eyes were closed; her breathing soft and faint.
I picked her up and kissed her. Felt her eyelids flutter against my cheek. My hand on the back of her neck, fingers tracing the dark line of her tattoo, bringing her back to me.
“ Are you okay ? “ I asked. She just nodded, pressing her face close to mine. Her left cheek was an angry red colour. I put my arm round her, walked her back into the bar. The barman looked over, his face concerned.
“ Had too much to drink, “ I explained. “ Best get her home. “
Made it to the door, her arm still tight around my waist, not trusting herself to walk unaided. My head was full of dark thoughts; thoughts that had been hidden away too long. The air outside was just as cold as it had been before. I held her close to me, and we set off for home; for a place with a warm bed and more wine. A place where I could do what I wanted to her.
Above our heads, the stars were out, glinting in the night sky.
| 19 Nov 11, 3:02 PM twilightsilence UK(ME), 16 mths |
Yum. Ouch but yum!! Take me on a journey and keep me safe on our travels.... | |
| 19 Nov 11, 3:06 PM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
Fucking awesome. Amazing come back! It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it | |
| 19 Nov 11, 3:08 PM AshUK UK(EN), 7 yrs £ |
I didn't know I'd been away ! x " Pow ! Right in the kisser ! " | |
| 19 Nov 11, 3:11 PM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
You had to me hun It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it | |
| 19 Nov 11, 3:47 PM hollythedolly UK(NN), 2 yrs   |
nice story | |
| 19 Nov 11, 4:08 PM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
Lovely. Really bloody good. I like this lots! x Constructed almost entirely of filth. | |
| 19 Nov 11, 4:37 PM valleyrose17 UK(BS), 2 yrs |
Is it fiction? Just asking.. "Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed" Michael Pritchard | |
| 19 Nov 11, 5:15 PM FluffySub UK(NN), 6 yrs    |
Jeeze Ash, that's almost romantic  Not huffy or stuffy, nor tiny or tall,
But fluffy, just fluffy, with no brains at all. | |
| 19 Nov 11, 5:19 PM kinky_kitty UK(LE), 5 yrs |
I like this a lot. Possible my favourite of all your writings. The thrill of the AlmostBeingCaughtInPublic = nom. Good stuff. Open up your eyes. You keep on crying baby, I'll bleed you dry. | |
| 19 Nov 11, 5:20 PM twilightsilence UK(ME), 16 mths |
His fluffy side is showing through Take me on a journey and keep me safe on our travels.... |
