With great love comes great danger and, though my heart raced onward blindly after its love object, my brain cautioned that I was doomed to relive the pain I had experienced before. The higher my heart soared, the greater the plummet to the pavement would befall me.
Despite my fears, I rushed headlong into Lo’s arms, for at that point I could not do otherwise and soon enough I was to learn well the truth of the old saw, “What’s past is prologue,” for it so happened that at the time that Lo and I became inextricably entwined, Lo was already long involved with another man. She had a boyfriend of some three years from whom she was keeping our new love hidden. There was many a night when Lo and I would spend the early evening kissing, caressing, petting, stroking, fucking and then, off she would fly to her other paramour and give herself over to him.
This arrangement was untenable for me and it all came to a head when one night, thinking she was paying me a compliment, Lo said to me, “Last Friday, when I was with Conner, I was so horny, so wet. I haven’t felt that way in years. I just had to have a cock and his was ready to go. I spread my legs for him and he began pounding me and before I knew it I was on the cusp of a mind-bending orgasm and, you know what I said?”
I could barely muster the breath to ask, “What?”
“I whispered your name as I came. I couldn’t help it. I don’t know if he heard me, but I was calling out to you as I was cumming.”
[Excerpt from the story, “The Nympho’s Heat Melts the Heart of the Beast,” as found in the book, Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume I: Nymphomania and the Single Girl]