A gangster’s work begins around 11 o’ clock at night and ends when daylight begins to break; this is the time I hear keys jingling into my lock. I rustle in between the sheets, hearing cars pass atop of wet pavement, the radio still swooning the sounds of the Grinders Grooveyard, old seldom heard soul music. The streetlights dimly illuminate my narrow three room apartment, as his darkened silhouette stands in the door frame to my bedroom. Moonlight shoots down the long well shaft leading to my bedroom , creating a silver glow. I pretend to be asleep; he stands there for along time not moving, just leaning there, head hanging low. I feel his eyes on me; I feel his whole being, his heart, anger, innocence all which disappears when he comes to me at 4 in the morning.

We are an unlikely duo. Brains and brawn. I was hooked on him from day one; he had this simple generous quality under his harsh exterior. He would ride by, try to talk to me, often tripping on words becoming tongue tied, but without fail he would always compliment in just the right way, “I love that smile of yours, does it ever go away?” Whenever he got the chance he would compare me “snowflakes and sunshine.” How could I resist?

Often he would wait for me on the corner of my alley block and walk me the Library, the five minute walk would frequently take fifteen minutes. I resisted his moves for months, because I knew what he was about, at least what part of him was about. His money is funny, his hours late, his gatt under the seat, and a police record that stretches the West Coast. But what can girl do? The mind, the heart and the cunt are so rarely in the same spiritual line up. Eventually the gangster and librarian were rolling. We were in serious love, heart aching, wrenching the body and mind, hard fast fucking love.

Gradually he moves from the door and lowers himself to the bed, removes his shoes, stands, empties his pockets on to the dresser…keys, cell phone, pager, roll of bills, and pistol. The gangster disappears and is replaced by the man. Clothing drops to the floor and in silver moonlight I lift my head and gaze on his naked body, everything melts– my wit and cunt meld into him. Coming to bed he pulls me to him, burying his nose into my neck and hair, breathing me in and letting out a heavy sigh of relief. My hands find his body, our lips find each others.

Exploring the man, I straddle his lap, feeling that exquisite cock growing beneath me. We rock like that back and forth into each other. My hands searching his strong back, broad shoulders. He peruses my lips, my breasts, my neck, pulling my worn t-shirt off. Grabbing a large amount of hair from behind he pulls me to the side and his mouth begin their journey on my body, finding their way to my full tits, which he handles savors, composes the nipples to grow rigid and sensitive to touch. His hands reach around my ass and pull me back so my body is lying on the bed, but thighs still folded around his body. We are gazing at each other with this look of unconcealed passion, mixed with with a sort of fear.Lifting my ass toward him, he pulls my panties just past my knees, stretching the cotton, and then off. He buries his mouth into me, eating and devouring any of that fear. My thighs open as every part of his tongue is immersed into my wetness. I pour out, I escape, I ooze beneath his deep consumption of me. Drinking every last drop that he can, like he is living in a dream, as though this is not his life. Drinking this life–our life. My body writhes, my breath sinks, my crys fill the room and travels up the window well into the pre-dawn. My head is filled with static and I feel my rise and fall quicken as he slides two fingers into me, tongue and lips taking in the rest. I cum with a surge and a gush that, from this position, trickles from his mouth up my triangle onto my belly. My smell fills the air.

Lowering my body from his mouth directly to his cock he draws me slowly onto him wrenching my hips into him. Fucking me solid, hard, like he searching for lifetime of reprieve within my cunt. I slow him down and we feel each other, surrounding, he inside of me. The sound of the radio comes through again, and we ride slow, long and deep. I gradually heave my body up from the bed so we are sitting into one another, we seem to be in slow-motion, each trust seems to penetrate fathoms, causing pain that feels so fucking good. I’m lost.

I have the urge to taste him. Slowly I pull off and lay him down lowering my mouth to his cock. He moans lowly, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck and with the same lingering manner he begins to fuck me. Lips surrounding every inch of him, one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft and the other around his tight pulled in balls. He fucks. He is lost.

He clutches his hands around my neck and pulls me back up and off his throbbing cock. I whimper because I still want more. In his strength he flips me over onto the bed and plunges deep. Time stops ticking. Hard drive powers into me, a gasping moan escaped, a sound unrecognizable any other time. Cadence of thrust. One hand pulls at my shoulder the other pulling at my hip– my ass, my flesh. One last thrust and we fly over the edge you fill me with your cum and I soak around your cock clutching you tightly with my cunt obtaining every last drop of you.

The gangster and the librarian fall into the sheets, collapsing into our smell of sex, sweat and love as moonlight begins to be replaced by sunlight.

2/10/09