Face down, ass up.

I hate her to this day. I see her in hindsight, ( that's not punny ) and I see the reality of her insanity and her hatred of men and her quest to fix the unfixable.
I was so impressed on the eve of the New Millenium. I met a doctor, I thought. And she digs me! Wow!
Wait? What's wrong with her? Look at her, then look at me. One of these things is not like the other, I hum to myself.
She was fair in the face, but with a body that was flawless and made for fucking. I'll never forget something she said to me once.
We had been together for about three months. I flew down to visit her (fucking LDR's suck). We were on the metro going through downtown Medellin (please keep your arms and hands inside the car and your fucking valuables at home). The car was packed, and we were speaking English so that the majority of the people wouldn't understand us. We were still in the blushing, new romance, fuck whenever we can wherever we can, carry her pungent sex panties in my briefcase (hello TSA man) stage.  
We were quietly petting, bodies pressed against each other, surrounded by other tightly packed passengers. We were planning her upcoming trip to the to Miami to stay with me and waste a couple of months laying around in the sun. I asked her what she wanted to do while she was there and she looked me dead in the eyes and matter-of-factly said "watch movies and fuck." That was one of the hottest things a woman has ever said to me.
Even now, when I think about her, I am fifty-five percent angry and forty-five percent aroused. She would be the ultimate vengeance fuck. I would have the opportunity to abuse her the way she abused me. My cock in her big mouth to finally shut her up. That would be double the pleasure. Cumshots and silence.
I still fucking hate her but I wouldn't hate fucking her. Well, maybe sometimes. She was crazier than I am. And I don't mean in a good way. As I found a little ways into the relationship, she was an MD but she wanted to change her specialty to Psychiatry. Oh, shit. Fuck me running, you couldn't tell me this before you flew all the way here and camped out in my house. Here's an example of her strain of crazy:
We're fucking like animals. She is face down, ass up, 'cuz that's the way I like to fuck. I am slamming that pussy. She's got her legs together and as I am fucking that sweet little snatch, I'm spreading her ass cheeks and salivating over that little asshole, wondering if we've reached the point in our relationship where it's no longer taboo and I can begin the slow ass(ault) of her other pink (okay, pinkish brown) meat. She is bucking like a cat with a taser in it's ass, moaning, cursing me and then begging me to fuck that little cunt with that big fucking cock (size is relative ya' know ).
And then it was like 60 to 0 in .4 seconds. I'm ridin' her like a dirt bike one second, the next she is expelling my cock from her pussy like me dick is on fire. As she is getting out of the bed she looks me dead in the eye and matter of factly says "I'm not feeling it." and walks out of the room.
Aaaaaaaahhh, you fucking bitch!

I hate her to this day.