CaNdY

Candy leaned back against the headboard as she lit up a cigarette. Her creamy breasts exposed for the world to see, where as her lower half was covered by Bade’s thin bed sheets. Bade was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body was beautiful under the filth, he was tan and very fit. His left nipple was pierced. His hair was unruly as ever as he reached over and took Candy’s smoke and took a long drawl. He broke out in a coughing fit.

“Why do you still smoke?”

“Why not? It’s not like stopping will make anything better.”

“It couldn’t hurt.”

“We all have to die someway, this is mine.”

“Who would think the great Bade, done in by a fricken cigarette.”

“I’d rather be done in by a cigarette of my own will, than to be shot down like
some thug.”

“Makes you wonder…which one of us will be the one to see the others funeral.”

“My moneys on neither.”


“What money.”


“That’s cold Cherry…”


“How much longer?

“Couple of years…maybe…I haven’t been to the Doc’s place in a while?”

“Why not.”

“Why should I? So they can tell me how screwed I am? I’d rather not know if it’s
all the same to you.”

Bade put out the cigg, then rolled over and pulled the blanket away from Candy.
He caressed her breasts with his calloused hands as he nipped lightly at her neck.
His hot breath felt good on her neck, she ran her fingers through his hair as she
wrapped her legs around him his rough hands traveled over her stomach and down
to her most sensitive area. Candy moaned as he attentively stroked her, but with
a quick thrust all tenderness was gone as he plunged in and out of her. She met
each of his thrusts with her own. The sex was quick and animalistic, there was no
love in it, just raw lust in the making. With in a few minutes Bade groaned signaling
his release. His breathing was uneven and labored.

He lay his sweaty head on Candy’s chest and wrapped his arms around her. She
found herself unsatisfied, but she knew when he regained his breath he would take
care of that, she simply waited in silence until an urge came over her.

“I love you.” The words were cold and foreign.

Bade smiled as he sat back and stroked her face.

“No…you don’t.”

Candy let the subject end.

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Ice sat in the living room as the moans and groans died. Part of him wanted to rip
the bedroom door off of its hinges and shoot the man inside. The other part
wanted to cry. Both wanted Candy.




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~Love Torne