Seeing Red.

It was the way her hair flowed just above
her ass.

The way she smiled that made men gasp.

But at night she was mine.

Her one flaw was my victory.

She loved my red lips, curvy hips,
the feeling she got when she touched my skin.

I was her secret of the night.
She was a secret I couldn't keep.

She promised me her as thick firm thighs
pressed against my arm as my hand
massaged her opening and she let out soft
moans.

I've heard this promise before,
but she was my first.
I wanted to believe that I wasn't being
deceived.

I grabbed her breast sucking on the tips of
them softly, with every passing moment more violent
than the next until all I heard were her screams.

I could leave with this, knowing I had pleased her.

I left that night, when I returned the next...
It was a sight none could forget, in her bed was
a threat and all I could see was Red...