Pyro's Mistake
Pyro's Mistake
Pyro’s Mistake
By I.M Hunter
It was a Mistake, always is but she couldn’t help herself and maybe she didn’t want to. The walls blackened as their raw lust burnt the basement, they were atop an old mattress which too was already burnt, a testament to their twisted addiction. Sapphire ran her hands over his chest feeling the burn scars that covered his skin as she grounded her hips to his thrusting pelvis. She rode him bronco style, sweating and groaning like a roller Coaster to self destruction.
Being destined for self immolation, consumed by a demon that may have taken host in her body or disappearing without a trace by a secret agency had a profound effect on her. The immediate being that she was now fucking the same man who this morning, she was fighting with an anger that was only dwarfed by her present lust. Her mind emptied as he bit down on her breast, she was brought closer to orgasm. He too was nearing the climax as his gyrating hips quickened, she bent forward and bit deeply into his shoulder to muffle her scream as her orgasm blew what little mind she had left. He too let out a loud groan and rammed into her once last time as he rode out his climax. The heat turned to fire and exploded from the pair engulfing the room, further burning the already blacked surroundings. The mattress though saved the worst of the pyrokenetics eruption still flared up with fire which disappeared as she rolled off him, dismissing them with a thought. Letting out a contentful sigh, she enjoyed the silence both from her mind and the outside world but all too soon he would open his mouth and the beautiful serenity would be broken.
“Why do we do this?” He would say though whether to her or him she didn’t know.
“You know why” She replied as she pushed up from the smoldering mattress towards the door nude but not shy. She didn’t shiver despite the freezing air that wafted through his house as she searched for her discarded garments. Feeling like a whore she slowly pulled her underwear on wincing as they rubbed against her bruised thighs. She was out the door and throwing her leg over her bike before she saw he too standing naked unaffected by the night temperature. He didn’t smile or wave, simply watched as she kicked the engine to life gritting her teeth she took off home.
--- Short I know seemed longer when I did it by hand Reveiws Welcomed