Psycho? you decide.

Early on Wednesday, the CLphone rang.
Well, it didn't exactly ring, it more like shrieked.
Oh shit, it was Sharon.
Fuck.
I downloaded a special ringtone for her, the Psycho ringtone.  It's very appropriate, I thought.
"Hey Sharon."
"Hey! Hubby left yesterday. Wanna play this week?  Last time was HOT!"
Yeah, it was hot, but I was PISSED, she seemed quite appropriate to take out my frustrations at the time.
I went on about how hot it was too and told her I was just super horny but just had a few short time to play with and she seemed to buy it.
We chit chatted a few, tried to see if I can get someone together for a threesome.  My friend just flew out of town so that would have be delayed a week or so.
I made some excuse to get off the phone and forgot all about it.

Then it was the dealing with frustrating emails from an ad I put up recently, as well as dealing with the drama with KM and just a shitty day overall.

The timing of her call was impeccable, she asked me to come over after I had told her I was done for the day.
When I arrived a short time later, playing it cool and not repeat what I did last time was my objective.

After getting upstairs, she approached me wearing her familiar white robe and calmly sat and talked.
Her tone changed a bit when we started to go to the bedroom, I didn't notice at at first.   It was only after I left when it became a obvious.
You gotta love that hindsight thing.
She dropped her robe, turned around,pulled down my shorts, and proceeded to suck me off.
It was good, but I've had better.
She let go and said, "Wanna' fuck me hard?"
"Oh yes!"
I approached her and she promptly pushed me back.
What the fuck?
"You want it, sweetie?"
A little confused, I acknowledged it and approached her again.
She pushed me back with a solid blow to my chest.
What IS her problem? 
"Look, if you don't want to, then I'm going to leave."
"What's wrong?  Not man enough to take me?"
With that she shoved me again and added a few choice insults.
"What is your problem?", I finally asked.
"You think you can take it from me as easily as last time?"
The confusion on my face was apparently quite obvious. 
I practice that look alot.
"Come here.  You want it? You're going to have to work at it."
Almost every sentence was punctuated with slaps to the face, most of which I managed to block and only received glancing blows.
I didn't want any of this.  This chick WAS Psycho.
She said a few choice words and proceeded to grab my manhood with a not very gentle touch in one hand, and clocked me in the face with another.
That's it. I'm leaving.
There was a flurry of fists and arms heading my way and at first all I could do is block most of her attempts to slap me.  She changed tactics and started to claw and kick at whatever target that was presented at her.
From another perspective, it might have either been comical or out of some weird movie.
She was nude and fighting a man almost a full foot over her, who happened to have his shorts down around his ankles with an erection flopping around.  The absurdity of it all reminded me briefly of a scene from skin deep.
Suddenly, the frustration of her not being land more solid blows finally got to her and her face changed.
Oh shit!
She launched herself at a full fury while I tried to keep myself and her from being hurt.  From the various nicks and scratches, I was slowly losing that battle and the adrenalin kicked in as I felt I was now fighting for my life to avoid being put in a plastic bag or something.
Heedless of the claws I charged her and, in my mind, I figure once I get her under control, I can tire her out and leave without the fear of being shot (this IS Texas, afterall) or something while waiting for the garage door to open for my escape.


As she is trying to squirm out of my grip, I am struggling to talk to her.
Don't ask me what I said, it's all a blur.
I also found myself incredibly aroused, but insanely pissed.
She stopped struggling and was breathing heavily, and her body was glistening with sweat.
I was bleeding from several scratches, panting like a dog, and sweating like several pigs after a marathon....if pigs could sweat.
But I was still pissed.
She spat out a few choice words and gave me a none to gentle slap across the face.
I took her challenge and ravaged her.
Having entered her, I discovered she was incredibly wet and had an orgasm upon entry.
No.   She doesn't deserve to have pleasure at my expense.
Without any preamble or warning, or lube, I put the head of my cock at her ass and slowly shoved it in one steady shove.
The sound of her gasping from the pain filled the room.
she bucked to get away, but all that did was make it go in faster, she screamed once until I was all the way in.
I pumped several times and we both reached orgasm at the same time with her ass squeezing every drop out of me.
The anger seemed to have shot out of me with my orgasm as I laid down next to her and we both fell asleep for a brief time.
Groggily, I go to the bathroom, pour a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide over my cuts, and took a long shower.  I sit on the vanity to compose myself when I got an idea.
I rumaged through her purse, found my number and deleted it.
"That was yummy....stay a bit longer?" she dreamily said.
"No. I have to go."
"Hmm...okay." and she laid back down closing her eyes.
Reaching the garage, I hit the garage door and grabbed the spare remote. After I backed my car out, I hit the remote and tossed it in the garage before it closed.
I'm sure she would look in the mirror to the bathroom shortly.
"We're Done, I erased my number." was written in lipstick.
She was toxic. I knew it. I had to cut it off or else I might find a boiled rabbit or something
Receiving a text an hour or so later, I got the unexpected reply.
"No, we're not, you enjoyed it too much, don't make me work so hard next time."

Fuck!