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The flickering lantern’s light that danced across her face seemed to mirror her personality perfectly. How her hair flowed flawlessly to match her eyes that glinted with each illuminance the lantern bestowed. The picturesque night under a black blanket that surrounded everything the lantern could not touch. The night was perfect. The cliche phrase of “how magic filled the air” rolled off my tongue as I leaned in for a kiss. A gentle kiss that would sweep her off her feet. The midnight picnic under the stars was proceeding elegantly. Now, I could go on with more romantic cliches about this wondrous night but that’s not who I am. No, in fact I am quite the opposite. I harbor a deep dark secret that only certain ladies know about. I regrettably haven’t seen these ladies in quite sometime considering that they are about 6 feet under my rose bushes.
With her physically erotic way of asking what my desires are, I surrendered the elicit eyes that I know drives every girl to ecstasy and said:
“Baby, then I’d have to kill you.”
She laughed as she placed the plastic wine glass up to her cherry soft lips. Seeing the dribble of champagne spill off the side of her lips made the killer instinct inside me quiver to the point of grabbing her silky smooth head of hair in for another kiss. The passion between us was like two fiery hot teens on prom night back at the hotel room. The level of intensity was immature and illusive. I knew I wanted to take her right then and there but it had to be subtle, so naturally, I offered her another drink back at my place.
She giggled and settled with the proposal. She whispered in my ear that the warming temperature between us was beginning to tickle. I knew I had her hooked. Placing my hand sensually on the small of her back I guided her to the car.
The car ride back started to get steamy. Seeing her fidget in the seat I knew she was nervous. I placed my hand on the top of her knee and guided it down to arouse the red mini dress a few inches. She intercepted the notion and with a playful smile, she said “not yet”
She was the first lady that played in with my stimulating attitude. Her peculiar opinion sent signals below my ab sculpted torso that I could not ignore. I could see that her sexual tension was beginning to get the best of her as we locked eyes. I ripped the car off the shoulder and pulled her to the back seat.
When the act was done, we proceeded to my spacious loft up in the hills of Malibu. Placing another glass of champagne in her delicate hand, she inspired a glance to the bedroom. She wanted more of this chiseled man and who was I to neglect her?
With the gesturing to the bedroom, I followed her. What a surprise she was going to get once the lights gleamed the entire room. Laying on the bed was a single blade. Puzzled she asked me if I was into the kinky stuff to which I replied:
“No, just the murdering part” as I gently slide the blade into her abdomen.
The End.
