I stepped out of the elevator and headed for my apartment, steeling myself to tell May it was over. She had gotten too over the edge recently. No doubt about it, she was beautiful and almost always horny. Her soft pale skin was flawless and her body was perfect. Her eyes were captivating, as was her smile. She was athletic and powerful. She was just this side of perfect. The problem was her fetish: blood.
Now, I have no problems with people's fetishes. Some of them I enjoy. I was even willing to give in to May's every now and then, but it had been steadily growing. Every time I gave in, she wanted more and more of my blood. She told me that she wanted to cut me open and take it all. At first, I thought she was telling me a fantasy of hers but she was serious. I had left, trying to clear my head. I mean, what do you say to that? 'Sure, cut me open, drink my blood and kill me?' I couldn't handle it anymore.
Aside from that, I thought she was cheating on me, bringing other guys and maybe women, into our bedroom. I didn't know what they did and I didn't want to know. I just wanted her out. I couldn't stand it anymore. It was over.
I paused outside the door, taking one last chance to clear my mind. The key hovered outside the lock when I heard her moan from inside. Damn her! She had brought someone over while I was gone! That was it. Done. But I wanted to see who it was. I figured it was Blake from across the hall, but I wasn't sure. I quietly slid the key into the lock and turned it, keeping the door pulled tight against the frame to keep it from making noise. I quietly slid my shoes off and tiptoed across the carpet to the bedroom door, barely peeking an eye around the doorjamb. I had to fight not to puke.
May was lying on the bed covered in blood. There was a man's body lying on the floor, cut open from neck to groin. There was a knife planted in its stomach, pinning it to the floor. She wasn't even touching herself and May looked like she was about to orgasm. I put my hand to my mouth as she screamed; writhing on the now-red sheets, splatter all over her face. I crept a little further into the doorway and in her thrashings; she turned and saw me, her mouth in a grin that oozed blood, running down onto her cheek. She lazily crooked a finger at me and beckoned me into the room, her chest heaving with pleasure, her breasts coated with blood.
Against my will, I stepped into the room; my stomach feeling like it was going to drop out of me. There was a small pool of cooling blood around the body. I could smell it from a few feet away. Again my stomach revolted, but I couldn't stop myself. It was like she had some kind of power over me.
"Take off your clothes," she whispered. Some force greater than myself moved my hands, my keys dropping to the hardwood floor with a thunk. They pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the blood pool. My pants followed, kicked off to my left and laying there in a pile. I shivered, a jumble of fear, excitement and the cold. Somehow, through it all and despite my best efforts, my penis felt like an iron bar. The scene around me churned up something inside of me that I both wanted to embrace and felt revolted by.
May turned on her side, letting me look at her, while inviting me to the bed. Her dark skin looked as if it was rusting, her dark hair matted and tangled. Her smile got wider and I could see blood staining her normally pearly white teeth. Her hand moved up her belly, pushing the congealing blood around on her skin.
I stepped to the side of the bed and she reached out to grab my raging erection, her bloodstained hand turning my pink penis dark red with her strokes. She pulled me to her, my knees bending to rest against the red sheets, my hand pressing down into it as she pulled me closer to her crimson body. She pulled me to her and rolled over, placing my back squarely on the soaked sheets and mounting me, sliding her sickly slick body against mine, a soft moan escaping my lips as her skin brushed my hardon, the bare skin of her pelvis always an incredible turn on.
