Alabaster Breasts
I licked the congealed trail of sweat between her alabaster breasts but couldn’t feel a response coursing through her sensual body. I flicked my tongue in little caresses as I traveled further down the center of her being until I tasted the nectar from her innermost core. Still she did not move. I grazed her inner thighs with my fingertips trying to arouse her.
I moved upward toward the lovely silken skin of her face and kissed her full mouth and pressed my tongue inside, devouring her very essence. She did not kiss back. I raised my head and notice that the sweat between her mounded bosom was no longer trickling downward and was tinged with little pink flecks. I tasted the moisture there, finding it to be salty, almost metallic, with traces of copper or iron.
Then I remembered! I was so angry and completely out of my mind when she told me she was leaving me. Flashes of red had obliterated my vision, as I thrust my knife over and over again into her soft throat. I couldn’t stop! I couldn’t ever be without her and I couldn’t share her with another man. She must be mine forever! I stabbed her until she ceased breathing. And I realized that I no longer had existence either. My heart and soul were gone. What had I done?