Lacy and I had been seeing each other for years on and off. We liked to hang out at the beach, go to Blue Jays games and do filthy things to each other. If I had to use one word to describe our relationship, that word would be: INTENSE. It was often hard to tell whether we loved each other or hated each other's guts, but I think it was both. One time at my birthday party she tried to stab me with a butcher's knife. She was so hammered though that she just impaled the refrigerator and fell down trying to pull the knife out.
Lacy had a cat named "Ninja" and it was always watching us fuck. It just sat on the dresser all squinty-eyed while I ravished Lacy's body for hours at a time. I don't know if it was mad or jealous, but that cat was no pussy. It had attacked cats, dogs and people too.
Lacy was beautiful, extreme, and enigmatic. She either loved something or hated it. For example, Lacy loved anal sex but hated cum. She loved to get bent over, have her hair pulled and get fucked hard up the ass, but when it came to cum, she treated it like it was liquid hot magma. She didn't want it on her, in her or around her. She was like the Houdini of sperm; she could be blindfolded and tied up, but just when you were about to unload, she would find a way to escape without getting a drop on her.
The last time we had sex she freaked out. She was lying on her stomach with a rolled up yoga mat under her hips, raising her ass up. I was pounding her into the bed and just loving it, so much so that I lost myself for a moment. All of a sudden I was past the point of no return. She squirmed forcefully and I jumped off the bed. It was dark as hell and before I got anywhere I was stroking myself and cumming hard. I heard a horrible cry and hurried little footsteps run passed me. Lacy turned the light on and I was standing there in front of the dresser with cum dripping from my fist. The cat was gone and it hasn't been seen since.
That was 4 months ago. Lacy loved that cat and she hasn't spoken to me since. I've felt guilty about it and tried to explain, mostly focusing my defence on how dark it was and the fact that it was a black cat. However, She is still pissed and I'm still sitting at home rubbing myself while other guys try to get into my girl's pants.
She's dated a couple other since the incident, but they've all been bitches. I've been trying hard to get her to talk to me but she hasn't said one word. I bought her flowers. I tried to give her a new cat. I even wrote her a poem. A fucking poem! Lacy is not the sentimental type. It's been frustrating, but I could never give up on Lacy. I loved Lacy like no one else would.
The clouds were beginning to part, however. Lacy was having an increasingly difficult time ignoring me. I knew she wanted to speak. I knew she didn't like any of those clowns that took her to the movies. I knew she needed a good hard fuck. She was so fucking stubborn, but she had a weakness, a weakness only I knew about.
Lacy's pussy would drip like a freshly squeezed orange when you talked dirty to her and she was a very bad girl. Considering the current situation, this was a very risky move. She would either get turned on and finally give in or she would sneak into my apartment while I slept to cut my throat. I sent the text:
"If you keep ignoring me I'm gonna have to sneak into your apartment while you sleep and fuck your little ass until I'm satisfied."
Every chip I had was in the pot.
I waited.
I got paranoid that she was going to show that to the cops and return all the ass-fuckings I'd given her tenfold.
13 minutes later, she responded: "You don't have the balls."
It was on.
