She was a lap dancer called Corinne
She had an off-the-scale body straight out of my fantasies, a beautiful face with black eyes and full lips, and long dark hair: a Latina princess. Think Salma Hayek with more height.

We met in the supermarket of all places and got talking about stem ginger. She invited me to watch her dance and my eyes stood out on stalks when I saw her in her micro G-string giving every guy in the place a boner.

We became lovers. I say love, but it was an inferno of lust. She was the first to moan as I came on her face, the first to beg me for anal, the first to offer her pretty pink tongue for me to come on as she stared at me imploringly.

But she was demanding. it started with asking me to use cosmetics to make my skin softer. I'm from Sheffield - such shit isn't easy to accept. She made me get highlights in my hair and shave my parts; she called me 'Daddy' when we had sex ... but she was so red hot, I couldn't say no.

Then the 'normal' sex wasn't enough for her. She wanted me to watch her as she fellated some guy in a back alley because it made her 'feel dirty'. She'd strip with all the curtains open so that the street became full of guys with cameras. And she was jealous, too.

She'd follow me in her car and call my friends to check up on where I'd been. A woman I'd laughed with in a shop ended up with a black eye from an unknown assailant. Then there was the time I came round from an orgasm so strong I'd almost blacked out to discover her holding a handgun and asking me, "You'll never leave me, will you?"

Sex or death? The sex was worth it. She was an animal. Being between her legs was like riding a hurricane; her ever-liquid parts were a phenomenon of nature, milking my weary schlong of every last drop.

But I had to have her put down when she got the rabies ... oh wait a minute, that doesn't really work, does it? I saw someone else do something similar and ... oh, never mind.
(frankspencer, Mon 20 Nov 2006, 14:32, Reply)