Flower by Pete Bertino - HTML preview

STORY.

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It was that feminine musky scent, the smell of womanhood, that Adam noticed the first time he went down on a woman as a nineteen year old college freshman. Her name was Regina, and she had red hair with blue eyes and a chubby body, but that was OK. He liked chubby women, and skinny women, he was not a womanizer or a man who searched for sex with random women, he just thought all women were beautiful.

But that night with Regina he discovered he had a hunger. She had worn only a pink terry cloth bathrobe, she was freshly showered and smelled of lilac. He sat on the edge of the bed still clothed while she sat on a lounge chair with long arms and left her robe open then draped a leg over the arm of the chair.

“Watch,” she said softly.

He did, her finger caressed a tiny mound of pubic hair before tracing a plump lip with her index finger.

Adam felt his jeans become tight when he noticed the pink bud peeking out, his breath caught in his throat as she parted her lips and sucked in a breath as she began to rub that pink lump. Then she stopped and he wanted to die, but then she said to him:

“Now you,” she said.

And much like a dog allowed to get into a bed he unknowingly got on all fours and crawled to her.

When the scent hit his nostril he felt his mouth water and his heart start to race. Her lips were pink and plump and glistened with a strange juice, he felt a moan escape his throat as his face came closer.

“Oh, my.” Regina said, startled but excited by the wide eyed delight on this underclassman.

With a pair of gentle fingers he spread her lips to reveal her flower. Adam had had sex a few times by this point, but he had never looked at a vagina so close before. He saw it as a mouth and kissed it with a lover’s passion. He sealed his lips around hers and caressed her walls with the tip of his tongue, the tanginess made him moan.

Regina let out a cry as Adam boldly but softly pushed his narrow tongue into her as if in a French kiss.

He gave her another kiss and her hand found his chin and lifted it so he could see her face.

“I want you to…”

She had a finger just above her clitoris, and she was going to tell him what to do but he said: 2 FLOWER

“I know, I’ve seen…uh p-puh-porns, before.” he was breathing fast and his hands shook with adrenaline.

“Well then, don’t let me stop you.”

She didn’t, and Adam discovered a hunger. He felt lightheaded like he was drunk, but a good kind of drunk. Like he had had too much wine. He plunged his tongue just under her pink bud and felt drunk on her juices. It was like the nectar of an over ripe sour fruit, truly the nectar of the gods his erotically charged mouth declared to her while he fed.

She laughed, but it wasn’t a mean laugh. It was a laugh of delight, she laughed again as her hands rubbed Adam’s head while he feasted on her. The sex that followed was hard and angry and they would take breaks in between to feed on each other. The sun was up for an hour before they were finally spent.

In the years that followed, Adam had rarely gotten to indulge in such a feeding frenzy. He might meet the occasional woman but they normally never seemed to want it. His ex wife certainly didn’t like it, not that that was the reason for their divorce.

He laughed as he sat watching TV in his house near the town of Porter. No, though she did find the act disgusting and had yelled at him one night as he tried to perform the act on her. She said it was nasty and called him dirty. No, that wasn’t the reason but Adam didn’t think it helped.

They’d spent seven years married, they both worked. Adam worked construction while Betty would sometimes jump from job to job, sometimes staying on for a few months but always seeming to find a reason to quit. She had also been careless with their finances and he had been to trusting.

They had been saving up money in hopes of buying land and building a house, they had lived in a two bedroom trailer, which had bad flooring, pad plumbing, electrical issues, for the whole marriage. But that money was always being spent by Betty for some reason or another, like the day he had come home from work and found Betty and her nieces watching a pair of men, their boyfriends, bringing a large couch into their home.

“Oh, well they needed the money and I wanted the furniture so bad.” she said later that night when they were alone.

“We needed it more, god dammit.” he said, getting a glare from Betty.

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“They just bought a house and they’re young yet, don’t be selfish.” she said looking disgusted as if he had asked to have sex with one of her nieces.

“We’re in our forties and we’re still stuck in a fucking trailer, it’s our money you can’t just spend it...”

“Don’t you scream at me!” she said picking up a glass filled with soda and throwing it at him but it fortunately bounced off his head and broke on the floor.

That was one thousand and fifty dollars, a little more than half of what had been saved since the last COVID check. Then three nights after they got the used furniture, they both found themselves covered in bites. After only a moment or so of looking Adam discovered much to his horror the couch was infested with bed bugs. The rest of the money went towards ending the infestation.

Three months later, his truck was due for inspection, Betty asked him to remind her about it when it was due that April since she was in charge of the household bills. He did, they had the money and she would schedule the appointment then cancel at the last minute. He reminded her again and again, she’d schedule the appointment then cancel.

One late June day, Adam reminded her again about the inspection. Telling her that they had the money and he couldn’t generate income without his truck.”

“Oh we’ll be fine, you sound like an old lady.”

“If we lose the truck…”

“Shut up, you’re getting on my nerves.”

“What?I’m getting on your nerves?” he said incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“If the cops take my truck, I can’t wor...”

He was loud but didn’t scream, he had been exacerbated that she had been annoyed. Before he could finish speaking, she slapped him across the face. He threw up his hands in defeat, if he even so much as pushed her away to stop her from hitting him she would fall down holding an arm or wrist, screaming 4 FLOWER

rape at the top of her lungs. He was used to it but she had really caught him off guard and the sudden hit made him wobble a little.

“Don’t you EVER fuckin scream at me!”

She followed it up another slap, this one on the back of his head and he fell into the wall but not down.

“Oh knock it off you fuckin drama queen.” she snarled at him.

She had apologized later, sort of, then the next night she took out his truck while he was at his friend Dylan’s and she was pulled over by a Pennsylvania State Trooper because the truck was still not inspected. It was during the fight about the truck he’d found out from Betty that she had been having an affair with a man that owned his own home and two cars.

A year later here Adam was, divorced, lonely but happy to be free of Betty, in an old farmhouse gifted to him by a deceased relative. It needed some repairs and he enjoyed doing them on land in a house he owned. Today he stood in front of a wall that divided the powder room from the hallway.

He was thinking about feeding again, the hunger would come on sometimes like a fast fever. His hands would shake and he would feel dizzy, and although he was long over his ex wife, he could hear her voice telling him he was dirty.

The dizziness then became a nausea and his head fell forward on the rotted wall. He missed the scent of a woman. He just wanted to feed, not on a random woman, a woman he loved, a woman that loved him and would indulge his hunger. But maybe he was wrong for such desires.

His ex wife hadn’t been the only one opposed to that carnal delight. Adam realized all three of the real serious relationships he’d had, all of them had found the act revolting and had never even let him try.

The realization struck him suddenly and with a snarl his hand became a fist and went through the rotted wall with a dramatic smash.

Adam growled as he pulled his fist which was red and scratched at the knuckles. Before he could look at the wound, the front door opened and in came Adam’s brother Ross. He wore a suit and a tie for his line of work, accounting. Though Ross was older by about five years, the baldness gene in their family seemed to forget Ross completely.

“You OK?” he asked, seeing the rawness of his little brother’s hand.

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“Yeah,” he said.

“You’re not getting angry about Betty again are you?”

“No, no. Just...something else, it’s not about her I promise you that. OK?”

Ross was the only person that knew Betty had beat up on him, slept around and everything else that had gone wrong in the marriage.

“Well what?”

“Nothing, I don’t know. Sometimes I just want to be angry.”

“For no reason?” Ross asked.

“Yes, for no reason. Christ, it’s not Betty OK, I mean not directly. I just hate being the sucker, ya know.”

“Hey now, you’re not a sucker. You followed your vows, while she did not. Correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re not a sucker, and she is a liar and you’re a man that got hurt. It happens, now come on, I’m taking us to lunch.”

“I wish I could find a nice woman like you did.”

“You may yet someday. You’re in your forties not your eighties.”

They drove into Porter, a Norman Rockwell type town with about forty thousand people spread out across the former logging capital of eastern Pennsylvania. They’d grown up in Porter, and graduated from Porter High School, home of the Broncos, a school with one of the best baseball teams in the state. Adam had ran track and still had some of his medals back home waiting to get unpacked. They drove past by a neighborhood known as Capitol Row and Adam cringed internally.

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They turned off a side street and were on Main street which was lined with random shops and banks and apartment complexes. They drove down Main until they came to a large street called Independence Avenue where a strip mall lay. The strip mall sat in a cul-de-sac with a large Dollar General in the middle, and a dozen more big box stores sitting on both sides of it.

At the far end of the mall was a Nathan’s Famous Restaurant that Ross pulled up to. It was a week day, late in the afternoon but the place wasn’t very busy. They sat at a booth by the window as they waited for their burger and fries. The waitress who took their order was an attractive woman with a nice body, when she walked away Ross noticed Adam looking at her, but he looked sad.

“Do you date at all?” asked Ross.

Adam had appeared lost for a moment then looked at his brother as if forgetting he was there. He even made a quiet, hmm sound when he looked over at him.

“Are you dating?” Ross asked him again.

“Christ, no.” he said, looking revolted.

Ross gave a slight nod before speaking again.

“You’re not going to end up like cousin Freddy are you.”

“What, no Ross my God. I don’t hate women.”

Freddy was a relative who at the age of twenty was head over heels about a woman named Marisa, who had dumped him unexpectedly one day which rocked young Freddy to his core. A few months later he started getting into politics and watching garbage like One American News Network, and Newsmax, getting really into crazy theories about the fluoride in water turning people into pedophiles and the deep state being an agent of darkness as Freddy would call it sounding almost reverent when discussing these so called enemies.

Then it all came to a head on January 6th 2021, he and a few friends he’d met online took a Greyhound to DC and wound up storming the Capital and getting arrested. He got probation and lost his job and any chance of ever getting back with Marisa, if there ever had been a chance that is, he couldn’t even use a computer or a smart phone for the next two years.

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“Look, Ross, I’m not Freddy OK.” he said plaintively.

“OK. You’re my little brother and I worry. Why do you look so sad today? Is it the thought of dating that’s upset you?”

“No.”

Adam thought for a moment about the problem, how if he couldn’t have his hunger sated then what would he do? He had always sacrificed, not just for Betty but for the other woman he dared to share his heart with. That pain weighed him down, he felt it on his face and realized he might very well be a disgusting pig. Why did he have to have this hunger?

“Hey look, it’s Carla.” said Ross who was waving.

Adam looked out the window and saw Dylan’s sister, who looked more like a college student than a thirty two year old writer. Her face was the color of peach and her hair was a mix of light brown and dark blond. Her hazel eyes were filled with cheer as she saw Ross and Adam.

She wore a t-shirt of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow and sweat pants with a backpack over her shoulder.

She came in the restaurant and they both got up to give her a hug.

“Hey you headed to the yoga place next to the Hobby Lobby.” asked Ross.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking about quitting. It’s really expensive.”

“You know you can just use YouTube if you want free yoga lessons.” said Adam.

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. I went over to the place you’re going now but I thought it was too expensive so I just went on YouTube to find some lessons. Hell you can learn almost anything by using YouTube, last month I learned how to repair some of the pipes at the farm house and it came out perfect.”

“Are you living in Porter for good now?” she asked Adam.

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“Yeah, I’m gonna repair the place and just hang my hat there I suppose. It needs some work on the inside but there’s no more water getting in from the outside or the pipes anymore so the hardest part is over.”

“Oh, hey ya know” Carla said wide eyed. “I’ve had the hardest time deciding if I should stick to carpet or go with hardwood floors at my place.”

“Do you like wearing slippers?” Adam asked.

“Yeah,” she said with a chuckle.

“Then go with hardwood, you’ll get cold feet without slippers but sweeping is easier than vacuuming.”

“OK, hardwood it is then. Thanks for the advice.” she said as the food arrived.

“Oh boy, I’m starving. You wanna join in?” said Adam.

“My treat.” said Ross.

“No, I’m already late for yoga plus I’m trying to lose a few pounds.”

“Aw, you’re perfect. If you change your mind just follow the scent of burning meat.” said Adam.

Adam smiled as she left, when Carla was gone, the sad morose look returned to his face. Ross tried to prod at his brother but got nowhere and they ate lunch with just small talk. When Adam got home his stomach burned and grumbled with indigestion. He went to bed early but laid awake until midnight, chewing Rolaids and watching bad horror movies that were more like softcore porn.

He went to sleep with a sweaty brow and a jittery stomach. The void from his lack of feeding fueled his sleeping mind. He dreamed of being on fire, and being hungry, so very hungry. There was a woman there, but she is far, far away from him, her face and body just a shadow of a real person. The flames are in his face but he sees her in the distance.

Her voice cries out to him, it is seductive and it loves him and only him. She can sense that heat as she stands in a field of flowers that are pink and dewy. He runs into the field of unfurled sweetness, he can 9 FLOWER

smell their scent, it is feminine, musky, and as pure as snow. He dives head first into the field of luscious rouge flora.

Adam awoke just then as the clock on the night stand turned to ten after five in the morning, a thin film of sweat covered him and made his arms glisten. He felt the heat radiating off him and barked out an angry growl that was nearly a sob. Why was his hunger growing? It had been something like ten years since he had tasted the ambrosial goodness of womanhood and yet at this moment he felt hungrier now than that night almost two decades earlier with Regina.

He could feel the heat coming off himself and heard the voice of his ex wife calling him disgusting. He took a cold shower thinking his thoughts when his mind had wandered over to Carla for some reason and he smiled a little. He wished he could be with her and laughed as he turned off the shower and dried himself.

“Yes, that’s what a gorgeous young woman wants, a balding, forty three year old divorced man who got beat up by his ex-wife and also craves eating pussy like a crackhead.” he said feeling empty again.

Carla was already awake as well that morning and she, like Adam, was a seize the day type of person.

She owned her own place and was anxious to begin reflooring, it was a big project but she was fairly certain she could do it on her own, and there was always Adam if she needed help. Then again he’d mentioned how you can learn anything by just using YouTube. Friendly advice or was Adam trying to give her a hint, thinking she was asking for him to do the job?

She didn’t think Adam was trying to give her a hint. Though Adam was her brother’s friend, she knew him pretty well and felt confident that Adam was trying to be helpful. She remembered Adam was always the nicest of her brother’s friends and had the most handsome smile. When she was at the strip mall yesterday and saw Adam through that window, she felt her heart stutter.

Adam looked so sad, like he’d just lost his best friend. Which she guessed divorce kind of was, losing a lover but a friend as well. She was standing there for a minute or two seeing the pain in Adam’s eyes before Ross noticed her standing there. She had come inside the restaurant remembering the smile she’d see on his face when he and her brother were joking around back in the day, a smile that had an inner glow.

She saw that smile when they hugged and she felt her own sadness abate. She wondered all of a sudden what he was like in bed as she went to the kitchen, surprised by that question just popping in her head.

Much like the slice of bread she was toasting just did while she looked at her phone searching for deals on hardwood flooring on Facebook marketplace.

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She didn’t really notice Adam in that kind of way before, well once or twice and it was always a passing thought. He wasn’t on Facebook but they’d see each other whenever he’d hang out with Dylan.

Although some people tend to let themselves go when married, Carla always found herself impressed how Adam’s chest always stuck out farther than his stomach. He was balding but Carla thought some guys looked good despite that.

She thought back to that time when she started college and thought James Gandolfini was the sexiest man on Earth. Carla wondered what had caused Adam’s marriage to end as she gave up on Facebook marketplace and got dressed to visit Lowe’s. She wondered if it had something to do with the bedroom.

Carla had been around Betty and though she was pretty, there was always this pinched look on her face like she bit into a lemon. She thought back to that time when she acted a little pushy towards Adam when they’d come over to Dylan’s for a New Year’s Eve party. Betty had spent most of the party looking peeved and didn’t even kiss Adam when the clock struck midnight.

“Maybe she was frigid.” Carla said to her car’s rear view and laughed.

Betty certainly seemed the type, not that Carla knew for certain.

“No, not me.” she said with a shrug and a laugh.

By the time Carla had started college, she had already had sex once and was anxious to explore what this act really was. She didn’t want to go from guy to guy, she was cautious and wanted sex to be like a glass of wine. Not guzzled like a beer by an alcoholic slob.

There were just a few times she’d allow herself the random indulgence, usually after a long relationship had ended and she wanted jump into a new part of her life. But despite the idea, an idea she’d always believed, that if you wanted a man to do something in the bedroom to you, they’d jump into bed with their pants down and their member at stiff attention eager to please.

It was early on when she found getting head to be one of the most intense, excruciating, other worldly, pleasures that sometimes bordered on torture. She had met a man named Elias, in her poly-sci class, he was tall with long dark hair and wore retro heavy metal tees. Carla and Elias had hit it off right away, the following weekend they were in his dorm room making out when he asked her if she wanted to try something.

“OK,” she replied nervously.

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Elias had laid her on his bed and she was naked below the waist before she realized it, the coolness of the blanket under her bare thighs felt exhilarating. Then Elias had his tongue inside her, she had moaned and tried to ask what he was doing but a short huh was all that she could say. Then she felt his tongue quickly slide up her lips and flick the top of her bud.

He had done it only three more times before her hips began to buck and her head swam like her brain was drowning in noise. The sex afterwards was average, though she came once, she was still horny and had to make herself come again after he had fallen asleep. They fooled around once or twice more, then he’d transferred to another school and they never saw each other again.

She wasn’t upset though, guys noticed her but she took her time finding one she might want to do more than screw. She’d found a nice guy her senior year, a photojournalist named Walter. He was tall and had a great body, his arms and legs were toned and he had a nice little six pack. He had wavy brown hair and his lips were smooth, almost like a woman’s lips, she thought he was a wonderful kisser.

The sex was mundane though. Carla considered him a meat and potatoes guy, unless she got on top of him or gave him a blow job, he’d just lay there breathing heavily saying something like ‘oh, yeah’ or

‘oh, baby’. The only position he seemed to know was the missionary and that was what she referred to as robo-fucking. Carla could count the times Elias made her come with one hand.

“More like one finger.” Carla said to her rear view as she pulled into early morning traffic.

They were together for two years and when it ended, Carla remembered feeling almost euphoric. And really horny. She and some friends went to a bar, she met a cute guy with blond hair and blue eyes that she took home. He had a farmer’s body with big slabs of muscles, and though he had a nice sized penis, he came quickly and that was the extent of that rendezvous.

It was almost a year later before she took another random guy home. He was a short intense looking Italian man that held himself tall, and he certainly talked a big game. They had been fumbling at each other’s clothes on the couch at her place, she could feel a fire building inside of her. His hands were on her hips when she blurted out in a lusty voice.

“Eat my pussy,”

“Whu…” the man said, looking lost.

“Go down on me,” Carla said, panting.

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“Oh, I uh, I’m not really into that.” he said, swallowing in big gulp.

“Oh,” Carla said, feeling her fire cool down a little.

“Is that OK…”

“Yeah,” she said, with a quick nod though inside she felt deflated.

He was a little better at sex than Walter but she didn’t feel fulfilled. The next real relationship she’d had, Greg from Pottsville, lasted almost as long as Adam’s marriage to Betty, Carla realized as she made her way through the foggy parking lot of Lowe’s. Everything was coated in fog giving everything a mysterious look, Carla for some reason thought of weather like this as a good reason to just stay in bed and hump all day. She let out a girlish laugh and shook her head in disbelief about the perverted turn her mind took this early morning.

Greg, she remembered, was fun sometimes but very inhibited and self conscious. He was tall and thin, though he had a cute pot belly she liked to rub. He could sometimes be very passionate in bed but it was rare and when she suggested giving her head, he gave a kind of revolted look and shook his head.

“I can’t, I just think that kind of thing is nasty.”

She didn’t let that bother her, at least she was pretty sure she didn’t. She couldn’t resent him for that alone, she certainly wouldn’t let a guy stick himself in her dairy air so she understood though she longed for cunnilingus all the same. They broke up because everything about the relationship became stale.

She had picked up one guy since then about nine months ago. He was tall, dark and handsome and was in pre-law at Penn, he wore nice slacks and a dress shirt, underneath which was the chest of someone familiar with weight lifting. They had gone to her place and the moment they were alone she thought she was going to scream from how horny she had gotten on the ride home, glancing over at his chest and wondering what it would feel like to rub his pecs. They leaned against the wall as they kissed and she could feel his member growing through his slacks.

“Eat my pussy,” she said after another kiss.

“Uh, ew no.” he said, then realized what he’d said to her.

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“Ew?” Carla said feeling the fires of her lust get doused in water.

She stepped back, opened her door and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Aw, come on..” he said like a petulant child.

“Get out, or I’m gonna make you eat me.”

His face became red and he lowered his head before leaving. She had an urge to kick him in the ass on the way out but didn’t.

“It’s like guys don’t eat pussy anymore. I am a perv today aren’t?” said Carla as she walked down the flooring aisle in the nearly deserted store.

She thought of Adam again and wondered what his thoughts on the subject would have been. Carla saw him as such a nice and gentlemanly person that he would probably be aghast at such an act. She felt sad about that and frowned a little.

Adam started the day in his inherited home replacing the water damaged walls on the first floor. His arms were coated in plaster dust, a once black t-shirt, now gray with filth, hung off him soaked in sweat. The heat that he had woken up with was still as thick on his body as the plaster dust, he sneered as he turned off the sander cutting off its hellacious roar.

He put it down and took off his shirt but still he felt like he was on fire. He felt real aversion to masturbating, at his age it was more of a mundane act of maintenance then pleasure. He wasn’t even hard, he couldn’t even recall the last erection he had. He remembered the dream about running through a field of pink flowers though and shuddered.

“I gotta to get out of here.”

He put on a paint splattered but clean t-shirt and drove his light duty green pick up into town. The weather was still a little cold and damp so he kept the windows up and loudly played some classic rock courtesy of WMMR.

“Means More Rock.” he said remembering the slogan the rock station used back in the day.

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His body felt cooler and he felt calmer though the band Filter was reminding him one was the loneliest number as he pulled into Lowe’s to find a few random supplies. He had no clear idea of what he really needed, he knew he needed to get out and move around someplace that wasn’t his house.

He cruised down the front of the store between the registers and the many lines of aisles. He was passing the flooring section when he saw Carla pushing a blue shopping cart with stacks of ¾ inch brown oak wood slats in her cart. Though she didn’t have the cart filled even halfway she was straining to push the heavy load, she was so distracted she didn’t even notice Adam at first.

“Hey, you need a hand?” said Adam.

Carla’s face still had traces of puffiness from sleep but her eyes were sparkling as usual and her face became brighter still when she saw him.

“No, I’ll be OK. I just didn’t think about how heavy these things were.”

“Carla, let me help you. The kids that load the carts here don’t come in this early. Trust me, I come here often enough to know that.” he said with an eye roll that made her laugh.

“OK, thank you. So what are you doing here this early?”

“Oh, hey you know me I’ve always seized the day. Remember when Dylan ran track with me our junior year and I was getting him up at five am everyday to train.”

“Oh, yeah he was so miserable that year. But hey he made the team, thanks to you.”

Adam shrugged his shoulders but didn’t say anything. He pushed the cart for Carla and helped the cashier scan the items and rolled the cart out to the parking lot while she paid. He stood for a moment in the fog, liking the way the cool air caressed his skin. Carla came and saw him standing in the fog, looking a little like a shadowy ghost in the rolling white clouds.

Though she saw just his silhouette, his presence was unmistakable. She watched the fog push away from his body as if he were too hot to touch. She wondered for the briefest moment if she touched his arm, would she get burned. Her heart fluttered and figured it was just the suddenness of seeing Adam looking beautiful in the gloom.

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He quickly got all of the slats in the rear of her hatchback. Carla did try to help him but he good naturedly shooed her away from doing so.

“My advice when you get home is to back up as close as you can to your front door for a shorter trip lugging that stuff inside.”

“Thanks, Adam.” she said getting into her Subaru.

“Yeah, sure. And if you need help don’t be afraid to ask, sometimes hands on is better than YouTube.”

he said with a wave heading back to Lowe’s.

She smiled, wondering if he realized what he said. But no, she knew he didn’t and liked him so much the better for it. He didn’t take helping her as a means to get into her pants or to even get her number.

He had genuinely wanted to assist her and that alone made her smile even bigger.

Adam walked from out of Lowe’s a half hour later without a purchase. He was still red faced with embarrassment from his ‘sometimes hand’s on is better statement.’ He had walked about five steps away from her car when he realized how that phrase might be misconstrued as sexual. He wanted to turn around and apologize but he was too horrified so he just went into the store.

“Sometimes hand’s on is better.” he said bitterly to the inside of his truck.

He got home pulled into the driveway then laid his forehead on the steering wheel for ten minutes. He was on fire, his body was like a blow torch yet he felt as limp as a noodle. He went into his house, and went into the somewhat furnished living room that had a recliner, a wall mounted flat screen and a computer on a desk in the far corner. He decided to surf for a while, watching YouTube home repair videos.

He wasn’t one for social media, though he was an avid fan of Reddit. He followed a few of their communities, such as r/woodworking, r/PhiladelphiaEagles, r/AskReddit. He was scrolling past an Ask Reddit post which was titled ‘What’s your fetish?’ and Adam stopped scrolling.

“What’s my fetish?” he asked himself.

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looked at some of the comments and realized fetish was just a word to describe any type of specific sexual hunger.

“I guess I do have a fetish.” he said with a shrug.

He felt a little sad that he came across this post but relieved in a way too. There were others with a particular hunger that they couldn’t have fulfilled either. It sucked for him, but it sucked for others too so he didn’t feel so alone at that moment.

He felt an odd comradery with these people that he’d never meet in real life, but that just meant it would be easier to share that pain. With a small smile on his face, Adam pulled up his keyboard to post a comment.

‘I love eating pussy, I yearn to feed. My mouth waters when I think about doing it, I absolutely love the taste of it. I burn with hunger for the enchanting scent of a woman‘s flower, petals of fuscia glistening with juice like morning dew. I want to feel her over ripe fruit drip on my tongue as I push it between her lips. I love the tangy, musky scent of a vagina. The feeling of those plump tender lips when she is aroused is like kissing an actual mouth. I can't help burying my tongue inside of her, I need to feel the walls of her with my tongue or I'll lose my mind. My body feel like it’s on fire sometimes when I get hungry, I get scared sometimes when the urge to feed comes over me, I feel like I have a fever.

‘I need the nectar of womanhood to cool me, to feed me. I need to have a woman orgasm while I am down there, I need that charge. I love when I feel a woman's come on my lips and chin, I love to make a woman's clit suffer in erotic agony, to draw out the feeding with my tongue. The feeling of the vagina clenching my tongue is an experience I didn't know would make my cock feel like it had been forged in iron. Some days I feel like I’ll die if I can’t feed, I so crave that secret honey...I think there’s something wrong with me, lol.’

He hadn’t posted much before on Reddit, just the occasional ‘hey, awesome job’ on the r/woodworking community or ‘Cowboys suck’ on the Eagles community, but that was all. He wondered if maybe such a personal and graphic comment might not come back and bite him in the ass at some later date. The Reddit post said NSFW, meaning Not Safe For Work, but it’s not like he was talking about hurting people or being mean. Hell it was the complete opposite of that if you wanted to be honest.

Plus his Reddit handle was theindustrialbada$$, which was a name he came up with on the fly. And the only thing his profile said was that ‘he had left his hammer somewhere’ and ‘Happy Birthday to TV’s Frank.’ Adam was pretty sure no one would figure out who he was from any of that.

He felt a little better after and the heat of his body seemed to lessen, though the accidental innuendo he’d said to Carla still made him feel restless but he used that energy to knock down a few more rotted 17 FLOWER

walls in the basement. When he found a stubborn nail or screw or hunk of wall he used brute strength to remove it, thinking of the foolish thing he said to Carla and roaring in anger.

The fire was back and full on by dark, and he took the coldest shower his body could withstand. The water cascading down his chest and arms could have boiled on the inner lust cooking inside of him. His nostrils flared and his hard work roughened hands squeezed into rocks as he heard his ex-wife tell him how disgusting he was for wanting to feed.

Amazingly the shower cooled him well, he stood naked in the tub for a moment to let that chill get deeper before he dried off and dressed. When he got out of the bathroom he put on slippers, turned up the heat to seventy, sat in his recliner with a joint in one hand and a bottle of Sunkist in the other. As he surfed on his flat screen his thoughts would revisit the mortifying suggestion he’d accidentally gave Carla, making him cringe.

His eyes lit up and he forgot about Carla when he saw Dracula playing on HBO, one of his favorite films. He thought Gary Oldman was scary as shit in that and reclined back to watch. Adam watched and was astounded, he had forgotten how sexual this movie was. He didn’t feel any particular way about the pseudo sex in the movie, it was that notion of feeding that distracted his mind.

“I’m a regular Gary Oldman.” Adam said with a humorless laugh.

Still, it was oddly strange that he happened upon this movie during this reemergence, or whatever you could call it, of his hunger. The hunger of the flower, mostly dormant for years but now it was growing like a virus.

“Christ, it’s not a fucking disease!” he shouted as he punched the arm of his recliner.

Maybe it was though, the hunger of the flower, for the flower. Maybe it was unnatural, the sickness was to want to feed much like a drug addict or a vampire that bites the neck of the innocent. Feeding on the things not meant to be fed upon. Feeling empty yet filled with fire again, Adam went outside and stood on the porch letting the cold wind come at him, around him and through him before going up to bed.

He slept but it was restless. He dreamed of Dracula’s bride, though in the movie there had been three, here in his dream there was but one. At first it was the actress in the movie, Monica Bellucci, dark haired and voluptuous, then her hair became brownish blond and her body became athletic and well toned, it was Carla. He wanted to be horrified, but he wasn’t, what he was was resplendent in the red robe Gary Oldman wore in the movie though he wasn’t an old man fortunately.

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He was himself, and Carla was the bride. Her hair was up in a bun pinned back with a onyx bat that had emerald gems for eyes. Her body was lightly draped with a thin lacy white gown that molded to her hips, chest and right shoulder seemingly by magic. Her nipples were just dark shadows on her plentiful breasts beneath the gown.

Her lips were red like wine and her eyes sparkled with a light that you might see making love to someone under a starry night sky. The room they stood in was gothic and old, but a bright fire was burning in a fireplace that was nearly man sized keeping them pleasantly warm. Just a few feet from the roaring flames Carla sat on a bed covered with silk sheets and furs. Red candles were burning brightly on gargoyle end stands that were covered in wax.

Adam could feel his mouth water as he tried to gaze upon the lovely mound between her legs. His tongue wanted to narrow, so it could explore, so it could feed. Carla could hear his thoughts and stretched her arms to him. He looked back to the fire though, he was a vampire, a monster, one that fed upon flesh.

“Feed,” she said, holding her arms out still.

“No, I can not let this be.” he said in a voice eerily similar to the English actor.

He looked upon her though, her hands were on her breasts, they heaved with lust. The starlight in her eyes drew him close, the scent of her warm honey drew him closer still. But that heat was becoming too much, his face was being bathed in an ever growing light. He felt her cries to feed, hitting him like a wave of sunlight.

“The sunlight…” he said, stirring awake from his dream into a sunny morning.

He had left the curtain open and was greeted by the sun. It was after eight and he showered and did a quick view of news, scores and emails. He was about to get up but went to check his Reddit account as well and was shocked to find his comment about his fetish had gotten over one thousand likes and a few hundred comments from fellow Redditors.

Most of the comments were very supportive, one Reddit user that went by the handle thecockwhisperer, a woman he was assuming, asked for his hand in marriage, which made Adam laugh. Another Redditor with the simple handle of TheStud agreed with Adam’s assessment about the finer tastes of a woman’s pussy, one comment had asked what he would do if he found a woman that wasn’t into that. Adam wondered if he couldn’t just settle for a woman who couldn’t or wouldn’t let him do that. Was he being selfish?

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Then he thought of Betty, and how much he’d sacrificed to try and build something, while she’d go behind his back chipping away at what was built. And then to go and find some guy with a big house in the ritzier part of Porter known as Capitol Row and sleep with him then coming home to him at night.

Adam had taken numerous STD tests the first six months after the divorce going to the doctors feeling like some filthy pervert.

When his blood came back clean he felt a little better but not much. He looked at his computer showing all the comments of support, he knew these were just random strangers, but their compliments and comments of solidarity made him decide he had a right for once in his life to be selfish and he finally forgot about Dracula’s bride and his embarrassing statement to Carla.

It was a partly sunny February day but it was not deathly cold so he opened the front window while he worked. He played music on his phone and was whistling along with an Alice In Chains song as he put up a fresh sheet of drywall, feeling warm but not on fire. He felt good and almost normal since probably before he married Betty, his mood was so bright and the music was so loud he didn’t hear the car pull up to his driveway. Adam heard the knock and turned to see Carla at the screen door and felt his heart stutter.

“I’m sorry, is it OK I just popped in?” she asked.

She wore a pair of jeans and a dark blouse splattered with paint, on her head was a bright red Phillies hat with a ponytail coming out between the hat and its closure. Her face was bright and warm on that Spring like February morning.

“Of course,” Adam said, remembering the innuendo again as he turned down the music. “come on in.”

He opened the door for her and she stepped inside with a growing smile on her face as she looked around the room in wonder.

“Oh my God, Adam, this place looks awesome. You really did a 180 on it.”

“Maybe,” he said. “the structure and foundation were all solid, some bad pipes but the electrical was good so I mostly did the cosmetic stuff. I guess I did get a lot done since Uncle Zed died, God knows he wasn’t a handyman, I was surprised at how well the interior wall fared with all those leaky pipes he had.”

“Mold?”

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“Gone but not forgotten. So what brings you here, having problems with the flooring?”

“Well yeah, I know how to use some tools, you know that,”

“I know.”

“But I’ve got vents in my floor and I don’t have any power tools. I mean I have a hand saw…”

“A hand saw, hell you’ll be sawing until Christmas. I’ll cut the slats for you, I have a circular saw.”

“Really. I’ll pay you if you want.”

“Pay me? It’s a simple job and I wouldn’t feel right having you pay me, we’re friends. I’ll have to do the cuts there though but with how warm it is I can do them outside.”

“OK, I have an outlet outside if you have an extension cord.”

“I do. OK, let me put a few things away and wash my hands and we can head out.”

Carla stood in the living room while Adam went upstairs. She walked around the living room admiring the walls when she passed by his computer. She glanced at the screen and saw Adam was on Reddit.

At the top left corner of the screen she saw his user handle, theindustrialbada$$, she turned away feeling like she had looked through his mail or through a keyhole and immediately walked to the other side of the room. A half moment later Adam was back downstairs.

“Ready?”

She went in her hatchback and he followed in his truck since it had his circular saw and a few other things he’d need to do the job right. Her house wasn’t far from his, it was a very quaint ranch style home made of stone with a large panorama window.

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vents and odd corners cut in. Adam dutifully got his tape measure and grease pencil from his truck.

Carla opened the curtains and let in the sunshine which gave the floor a mirror shine.

Adam brought out an ancient behemoth of a boom box from his truck and put it on the porch. He turned it on to WMMR and was greeted by the song D'yer Mak'er.

“Nice, I love this song.” said Carla from the screen door.

She did a little shimmy and wiggle, Adam smiled nervously and ran a hand through his hair.

“You dance better than me.” he said with a laugh as he went to the bed of his truck to get the saw horses.

The job went a little longer than normal, it was still warm so they spent most of the afternoon outside.

She made him a grilled cheese sandwich while he crawled around in the corners of her living room fitting in the fresh cut slats. He was a student of measure twice cut once, but found himself measuring three times before cutting. He told himself he was being extra careful because she was a friend.

Their talking was fluid and easy like two pieces of a puzzle fitting snugly and perfectly together, they reminisced growing up in the town of Porter. About his attempt at becoming an architect and flunking out miserably from Penn State, about her getting a degree in journalism and her brief time as a staff writer for the Daily News. She was happier doing freelance work, it gave her more freedom to pursue the stories she wanted to cover.

“I don’t do too bad finance wise, there’s all kinds of online magazines that take me on when they see I was with a daily in Philly.”

“That’s good. I know I’m glad I failed out of Penn State early on, smaller loan to pay back. And since my divorce I’ve made enough money on my own with just a contractor’s license to be able to spend the next six months building my own home.”

“Oh my God I remember you saying you wanted to build your own home when you and Dylan graduated high school.”

“You remember that? Well it’s not exactly the same, I’m rebuilding my Uncle Zed’s old home.”

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“Well that’s still better than nothing right? Nobody can say different, no you, not me, not even Betty.”

she said, wondering if she was heading into trouble with that statement.

She was relieved to hear him laugh.

“No she can not. I can say I’ve never felt freer or more myself than I do right now.”

Though his hunger was starting to eat him alive, he was still happier than he’d been in a long while.

Adam was beginning the early stages of accepting the fact he’d probably never feed again but to not let it be the death of him, though the hole was deep and it was hard to hide it. Carla saw the look on his face that was sad and defeated, it reminded her of someone but she couldn’t think of who.

“Are you OK?” asked Carla.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

They talked for a little while longer. He made her laugh and her smile was radiant in the setting sun. He waved goodbye before getting into his truck, after she waved back and went inside, he felt that sadness roll over him again like a rogue wave. He got in the truck and sat for a moment silent, lost in his mind, then he remembered where he was and went home.

Carla watched him as he sat with that same look of loss upon his face that was so familiar to her. Had she upset him somehow by mentioning his ex-wife, was he still pining for Betty? No, those were plausible theories but they just didn’t fit right for her.

She kept seeing Adam’s face and sighed as she sat on her kitchen chair which was wedged between a love seat and a coffee table, removing her hat, brown blond hair cascading like an autumn waterfall down her neck and shoulders. She looked down at her Phillies hat and realized where she recognized that face. Although she was barely a toddler at the time, 1993 was known in Phillies history as the dream season that saw the team go from worst to first and almost win the World Series.

They lost to the Toronto Blue Jays in a dramatic game 6, three run homer courtesy of Joe Carter. It was the face of closing pitcher Mitch Williams, who’d given up that home run, that she remembered seeing on YouTube later in life. That face was nearly identical to Adam’s. Carla remembered thinking Adam lost a best friend with Betty, but was fairly certain she was never his best friend and he knew that.

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He didn’t want Betty anymore, but that hurt didn’t just go away with a snap of your fingers when you walked out the door. Carla knew that from her experiences. So was Adam afraid? Perhaps.

“Afraid of me?” she asked herself.

Then she remembered his nervous reply to her little dance to Led Zeppelin and wondered. Maybe Betty had cheated on him and he was reluctant to trust, which Carla found more than likely. And hadn’t she heard from a mutual acquaintance of Betty’s that she was living on Capitol Row now.

‘She’s trailer trash.’

Carla remembered what the acquaintance said of Betty. Yeah, Betty had grown up poor just like Adam.

Yeah, Carla could see that might have been the reason Adam was afraid.

With a case of the blues trying to come on she got to work putting her furniture to rights without ruining her new floor. Her thoughts would drift every so often to Adam and that smile that looked like it could light the world. Though she only had a few pieces to move the process took two hours and by nine o’clock she was showered and snug in her pink pajamas that were adorned with little frogs and got on her computer to proofread an article for an online gambling site then checked her e-mail which showed a notification from Reddit where she had a dozen online sources she’d contact whenever doing tech articles.

She was about to log off when she thought of Adam. She remembered the user handle and licked her lips ready to type. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, she touched a key then froze.

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked herself.

She grimaced, wondering if she wasn’t being invasive, or even a bit stalkerish. Carla sat on her office chair eyeing the screen, feeling a great conflict. She wanted to be close to him, that was all.

“But it’s like I’m spying.”

She saw his smile in her mind’s eye and quickly typed in his Reddit handle and hit enter. She was fairly certain it was his profile. She didn’t know who TV’s Frank was, but that joke about the hammer was one she heard him say before while scratching his brow with the hammer. She laughed aloud when she saw his Reddit avatar held a hammer. Then she looked down and saw a recent comment on a post with the familiar NSFW letters in red font with the caption, What’s your fetish?

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“Uh oh,” she said, getting up off the chair feeling like she might get vexed.

She was looking forward, away from the screen, she could still see it in her peripheral vision and felt her heartbeat quicken.

“I’m gonna go watch TV.” she said hurrying away from the computer.

Her finger shook and she uttered a shrill laugh when the remote popped out of her sweaty hands. She caught it and took a deep breath. Though a cold wind was howling outside, Carla felt hot and had to undo a few of her buttons on her top. She found a movie on Netflix about some damn thing with robots though by the halfway point she was watching the movie more than she was glancing at her computer screen.

In the end the hero kissed the girl and Carla rolled her eyes and got up to get herself a glass of wine.

She had been ready for bed until she’d seen that NSFW post and now she didn’t know how much longer she could just sit still. She found a bottle of Yellow Tail in her refrigerator and poured just a shot glass worth and swallowed it quickly.

“Remove temptation.” she said putting the bottle back in the fridge.

She went to turn off the computer, she truly did and if she could have with her eyes closed she might have. She tried to keep her face away, she leaned on the wheeled office chair doing her best to keep her eyes averted, she had to see where her cursor went in order to close the page though. Then her eyes drifted and she read the first sentence of his comment and fell over with an oomph.

Five minutes later she held another glass of wine in her hand standing in the kitchen, still at war with herself as to whether or not she should read the rest of his comment. She paced the kitchen and found an emergency joint she kept in her coffee can and smoked a little before finally giving in and reading.

She slowly sipped the wine as the joint smoldered. Her heart hammered in her chest like a battering ram. Carla felt flush after rereading the opening sentence, by the time she had finished the paragraph she felt like she’d just gotten done a strenuous yoga session. His words describing his hunger was a feast for the eyes, though they were just words, Carla knew a good writer could make words do anything to the person who dared to read them.

“He should get a literary agent.” Carla said with sincere admiration.

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She read the paragraph again and felt a fire of her own brewing down deep. She read it again and giggled.

“No, I shouldn’t,” she said before finishing her wine with a big gulp. “but I will.”

She locked the doors, shut the curtains and put out the lights with her phone in hand and went to bed.

She removed her pajama bottoms and slid into her bed scrolling to Adam’s post for one last read. She read the last sentence and put the phone on her nightstand and let her hand drift between her legs.

She shuddered as her cool finger tips found her warm bud. She thought of the time late last summer when he was painting his shed and she gave a Dylan a ride over. It was early September and still hot, Adam was shirtless and Carla remember being a little shocked at how thick his arms were. He had been pumping iron it looked like.

“A cock forged in iron.” she whispered softly as her fingers rubbed.

She came very quickly and let out a moan, her hips even bucked a little and she panted quietly before she fell into a sudden peaceful slumber. She dreamed of Adam, he was painting the shed but she was alone standing on his porch watching him.

With each stroke up and down his arm muscles would flex like he was squeezing something heavy. She was wearing a long dress the color of pink, she’s naked beneath and a breeze picks up and she feels delicious as his back glistens with sweat. She steps off the porch and he finally notices her, dropping his paint brush looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.

He takes her gently with warm hands that found their way up her dress and squeezed her bare buttocks with a firmness that made her bite down on his chest. Then his member was up her dress impaling her with great thrusts, she wanted to take it in her mouth and swallow him whole. It was a lovely dream and her sleep was restful, but as she fully woke up a sudden onset of guilt hit her.

“I shouldn’t have looked. Why did I?”

Because she wanted to know why Adam was afraid of her. It wasn’t Betty after all, or at least not entirely. Should she approach him? She certainly couldn’t reply to him on Reddit as some rando. So what was she supposed to do then.

“Lounge naked on his pick up truck and ask Adam to try my forbidden fruit. Heck my middle name is Eve.”

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Well Evelyn was her middle name, still if he found out she had spied his user handle, though accidentally, for her to then go lurking on his Reddit posts isn’t that a betrayal, just like his ex-wife betrayed him? The regret inside of her made her so sad she felt sick and she had to make this feeling go away.

“I have to tell him.”

Adam’s night was unrestful. He came home and ate a light meal and channel surfed for hours before heading to bed feeling like his body could have set all of southern California ablaze. His dreams were thin and meaningless but made him restless all the same.

He was up with the sun and took a long lukewarm shower since it was too frigid this morning for a cold one. It woke him up and got him started on the day which was turning to snow, the AM station 610

WIP said an ice storm was on its way and Philadelphia as well as all surrounding counties would be covered in ice before sunset. Well he had what he needed so that was alright, then he thought of Carla.

He felt compelled to send her a text to ask if she needed anything before the storm came but relented at the last moment. He’d known her for as long as he could remember and knew she had enough sense to be stocked up on supplies already. He felt that fire again when her face appeared in his mind.

“God just leave me alone.” he said to the flames while resting his head on a stud.

But she wouldn’t leave his mind, it wasn’t the bride of Dracula he was seeing but Carla. Carla with her faded jeans and Phillies hat sitting on her head as she rested her chin on her hand. Those eyes that sparkled when he saw her through the window at Nathan’s.

He turned away from the stud and a loose nail caught his shirt sleeve and had ripped most of the shirt off his chest before he realized he was caught. He felt a flash of rage and kicked at the wood post, knocking it down and breaking it in two. He turned away from the broken stud and punched the fresh sheet rock he just put up, he punched holes in the wall until his knuckles bled.

He stood facing the broken wall, nostrils flaring, hand stinging, chest heaving, his shirt tattered. Just then he saw Carla come up the steps before she could speak she saw the blood from his fist and she let herself in quickly. She saw the holes in the wall.

“What happened?” she asked.

“The wall said some ignorant things about you so I defended your honor.”

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“That’s not funny, come on.”

She led him to his sink and turned on the cold water. She was about to ask where he kept the bandages but he saw the question coming.

“Top drawer, right of the sink.”

She had the hand cleaned and wrapped in just a few minutes.

“You’re lucky it’s not broke. If you had needed the hospital you’d be hurting for sure the roads are already iced over.” she said.

“Aw heck, I’ve done worse to myself on the job. Thank you.” he said squeezing his hand to make sure he hadn’t broken it.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re fighting a wall.” she asked though it was a half serious question and didn't expect a real answer but got one.

“I’m a lonely guy, and I get angry about that because being alone sucks.”

“OK,” she said looking at him. “you don’t have to be alone.”

“Well you’re right I suppose I mean I did settle for Betty and look where that got me.” he said sounding bitter. “I remember a guy I knew in high school, I think his name was Abe, I think he graduated top of my class, he was really smart and I would hear him say sometimes that trust was a hard thing to come by. Wherever he is or whatever happened to him I don’t know but he was right, we were just kids but he knew it then and I didn’t figure it out until recently.”

“You can’t know everything, Adam.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to meet new people and hope they’re…”

He sighed deeply with a frown.

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“Hope they’re what?” she asked realizing this hunger was a real thing for him.

“No, you don’t wanna know.” he said with a shrug.

“Maybe I do and we can..”

“No, Carla. You don’t wanna know.”

He shook his head walking away before continuing.

“You don’t wanna know how she’d punch the shit outta me if I asked her why she didn’t use my check to pay the rent or get the truck fixed or whatever. You don’t wanna know that I let her cash my checks then she’d go sit at a bar playing chance machines. Like the old saying goes about the man with cheating wife, everybody knows it but the husband.”

“She tricked you, that’s not your fault. You loved her and she used that to trick you, you’re not wrong, she is and you know it. You’re making an excuse.”

Adam looked at her, looking almost afraid of her. Carla felt her stomach tremble with worry.

“How do you...wh-why did you come here, Carla? There’s a bad storm outside and you came here to just tell me what?” Adam asked looking like the defeated Mitch Williams again.

“The last time I was here, you went upstairs and I saw your Reddit handle and I’m on Reddit too so I…”

As the words came out of her mouth his eyes went wide with horror. His face had gone red and his mouth opened a little in shock. His hand went up to his face to cover it before putting them down looking white as a ghost.

“You…”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt lost and a little dizzy. His hands went back up but covered his head this time while Carla slowly approached him as the wind howled and rattled the iced over windows.

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“These past few days, you’ve seemed so sad and I was afraid…”

“What that I’d hurt you or myself or something.” he said sounding so devastated a tear fell from her eye.

“No,” she said softly wiping her tear away. “I just hated seeing you so sad. You’re such a wonderful person, I’ve known that since we were young and I really want to…”

“Just stop. Carla there’s nothing…”

“It’s OK…”

“No, it’s not. Do you understand...”

“I want to feed you.”

Adam’s face became long and his mouth turned to an O of disbelief.

“I need to feed you, I’ve had a crush on you for I’m not sure how long and I was always a little afraid of you since you’ve come back for good. Not that you’re scary just, it’s like seeing a miracle, a beautiful one, and the way you wrote that post, it was like poetry. I’m not a stranger to you and you’re not one to me, I’ve known you forever and I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I can’t be your one.”

Carla went to him slowly, she could see some reluctance so she gently stood on her tip toes and kissed him on his lips. He resisted for just a second, then he lowered himself and their arms went around each other. She felt his manhood grow inside his jeans and kissed him harder.

“Take me to bed, so I can feed you.”

He took her by the hand as the world outside turned to ice, and led her to the bedroom which fortunately required little work and had a queen sized bed. She took off her clothes and he daintily removed her bra and boy short panties while kissing her cleavage. He laid her down naked on the comforter worshiping her with his eyes.

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swimmy. His kisses were like butterfly wings, he kissed and nibbled her breasts with a soft, hot mouth that made her moan again. He slowly made his way down until he reached her thighs and opened them.

Her flower was pink and dewy with lust, the lips were thick, above her perfect looking mound was a thin patch of pubic hair the color of spun gold. He saw her pulsating bud and moaned, his lips were wet with anticipation. His finger tips were warm and she sighed when he parted her lips with them.

“Please, feed.” she moaned more than said.

And he did, he was slow as he had dreamed he would be if he could feed again. He was hungry but not greedy and he enjoyed prolonging the feast. He put his lips over her flower and kissed slowly, lovingly, and with great pleasure. He was moaning as his tongue went up and down her lips with a long, soft lapping motion that put Carla in mind of licking an ice cream cone.

“My God, such sweetness.” he cried and buried his face into her.

She let out a grunt as his mouth found its way over her clitoris. Then he began to suck gently on her bud and then everything went white in her eyes like she was in a tunnel of light. His sucking was firm, his tongue was doing things to her bud she thought only a vibrator could do, ha, no vibrator in the world could do such things to her that Adam currently was doing.

It was scary for a second, though she didn’t want to stop at all, that Adam could do something like this when she realized why. For some guys, even ones that were willing to do this, it was something to be done like a job. For Adam, it was a lustful feast that was a delicacy of the carnal for him. The debauchers buffet.

His tongue found its way inside her and she cried out another moan as her hands rubbed at his head.

She loved the hairs on his head, even the fine ones where he was blading felt wonderful against her palm, she let out another lusty cry as his head moved around her pussy in an erotic feeding frenzy.

“More, I want more!” he said in a gasp.

“Have it, please! I’ll give you what you need!” she said in a state of erogenous delirium.

He held her by the hips and buried his face in her, turning his head sideways to find a new way to feed.

Carla’s heart was racing as his hands squeezed her breasts firmly, while giving a nipple a gentle pull and twist that was surprisingly wonderful. Then Adam’s tongue began to race up and down on her flower and she was so lost in the pleasure she had to take deep breaths, the wind outside was freezing, 31 FLOWER

arctic, but in this room lit only by candle light, it was a desert of lust. The delirium became like a fever in her mind, she felt a her head spinning like she’d drunk too much wine.

“Uh, what, what’s happening to me?” she asked though she knew what was happening, about to happen.

Her mind was a confused jumble of thoughts and images as Adam unleashed an oral hurricane on her ladyhood. She felt her heart thunder and her hands shook like she was in the middle of a scary roller coaster ride. Her eyes were closed and for a minute she thought she was on a roller coaster and let out a brief moan of ecstasy, then she was relieved to find herself in bed.

Then it was happening, what was making her feel like she was on a scary carnival ride, she couldn’t remember the word for what it was that was about to happen to her. Then suddenly, she remembered.

“Coming, it’s coming! Oh my God, I’m coming!”

She let out a scream that Adam’s had never heard outside of an X rated movie. The sound was like music to his ears and he indulged in her flowing honey with ferocity, her body shook like she was having a seizure.

“Jesus Christ!” she howled as his tongue plunged inside her again making her hips buck.

He licked at her glistening vermilion pussy like a kitten at a saucer of milk. Carla held his head as she let out a garbled moan of pleasure. Then she was sitting up with a glassy look in her eyes, that was something else he’d never seen outside of a Pornographic film either.

She crawled to him on all fours and pulled him by the arm to come lay in bed. When he was on his back she she removed his jeans revealing his white briefs. She was fascinated by how his underwear was tight over his cock. She could see the veins and muscles through the cotton material, the ridges and shaft muscles looking taut.

She felt herself get even wetter when she noticed the very tip of his cock just peaking through between his flat stomach and the waste band of his briefs. She worried he might be hurting under there so she freed him and took his manhood in her hands and Adam sighed as his member twitched, precome began to emerge from the tip of his penis. He was close to six and a half inches, with a girth that looked more than generous to her.

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His cock from the middle of the shaft to the tip of his head was so hard and angry looking that it was purple in color. Carla had heard such a thing was possible, but didn’t think it was true, it was a type of blue balls. She held him gently with both hands, lightly caressing it, studying it, she felt like she was holding fire in her hands, Adam moaned quietly at her curious play.

She worried for a moment he might come quickly, then she remembered his cock had been forged in iron and greedily put it in her mouth. She felt it pulsating as it went between her rosy red lips, she took him out of her mouth and began to lick his shaft and watch with fascination as his manhood twitched and beat like a heart, his balls were tightly packed from his penis being close to seven inches from full hardness.

“It’s been so long for you, hasn’t it?” she asked tenderly while he throbbed in her hands.

“God, yes. I was worried I couldn’t get it up anymore, it was like I was in pain.” he said in a shaky voice.

“You won’t be in pain anymore.” she said and opened her mouth wide again.

He let out a moan as she gobbled his manhood keeping her eyes on his even when they were rolling back into his head from her own hunger. She loved how his hands held her head gently while she feasted on his largeness. Not forcing her head but holding it, letting her feed like she let him.

She put just the tip of him in her mouth keeping her eyes on him. Adam held himself up to watch on shaky arms while she devoured him with her mouth and eyes. Precome was flowing from his penis but she didn’t mind it, she loved it in fact. She felt like she was developing a hunger much like Adam’s and that idea excited her more than anything else and she nearly did swallow him whole.

“God help me.” he cried.

“I need to fuck you, Adam.” she whispered in sultry voice.

He gently pulled her up beside him so they could face each other, he put his arms around her while she kissed him, fondling his member before guiding it inside her. Although it was the missionary position, Carla was in heaven by the way he laid on her and placed his hips, it was like they had molded together perfectly as one. They made love in way that would have been as fake looking as the love scenes in soap operas.

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She was in his arms while inside her, arms around his neck while he nuzzled hers. He nibbled just below her ear while gently thrusting and the world started to go white again. His pace was hard but not overly aggressive, his thrust was like a bolt of lightening and she had to bite down on his shoulder when she came again for fear she might rupture her vocal cords.

Adam bit on her neck and she moaned as they rolled around the large bed, the room, the entire house even was filled with sounds of their love making. He laid on his side while she lay on her back, lifting Carla’s legs to cradle her as he entered her.

He had total control of her body and she was powerless to stop him, not that she wanted to stop him, but his control of her pleasure was new to her, he’d go in and out, with savage grunts, slowly building her up closer and closer to come then slowing down again. Although it was tortuous, a truly agonizing sensation, she begged him to keep doing it, to not stop his well oiled piston from ramming her.

Then like a nuclear explosion, she came again and it was somehow harder than her earlier orgasms. She let out a long deep moan while Adam gave her slower, gentler thrusts as he grunted again in savage delight. He left himself inside of her while she convulsed and her walls clenched him, his cock felt wonderful and alive in her vise like grip.

Her vagina held on to his manhood like a vacuum, he wanted to go in and out of her but he just needed to stay inside of her. Her honey bathed his cock and made him want to savor the sensation, then he gave her a thrust that made her cry out in erotic agony.

“Lay down, I want on top.” she said rolling him over so she could mount him.

She placed herself over him, he went to steady his cock for her but stopped him.

“Wait, please let me hold it. I wanna hold it while it goes in.” she said sounding anxious and eager.

“Yes.” he said feeling like he was on a roller coaster now.

She cried aloud when she sat upon his cock, a cry that was lost in the howling winds outside. Adam felt his manhood tingle as he felt himself nearing orgasm. He fought it away and sat up so he could put his arms around Carla. She moaned in delight at this position, she liked sitting on his lap while he was inside of her. She felt safe and warm so close to his fiery chest and began nibbling on him, studying the muscles and skin, tasting what there was to taste and gnawing on his pecs when she found something she wanted to bite.

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“Will you do this to me until you come?” she asked laying her head on his shoulder.

“Have it, please, I’ll give you what you need.” he said which made her giggle.

He held her tighter in his arms, and with a slow fluid motion began to rock her back and forth in his lap.

“Mmm, I like this.” she whispered into his ear.

She had never ridden a man like this before, she felt herself building up again as Adam’s rocking sped up. Then she could feel herself getting ready to come yet again, she saw a dam cracking and white waves nearly cresting the top. Somewhere deep inside her she felt a high speed freight train coming with the force of ten nuclear explosions. With the explosion coming she began to rock her hips and bounce up and down on Adam, she could feel the muscles in his arms flex and tighten.

“Yes, please, come! I need to feel you!” she said before crying out as her train arrived and knocked over the dam walls.

Adam was beyond words when he finally erupted, he let out a moan that sounded painful but was the farthest thing from that. Carla cried out as her hips bucked and felt his seed come into her with great force and volume. His cock had become an explosive volcano and his lava filled her and made her scream as Adam’s thumb found her clit sending her near the top of the dam once again while his manhood filled her.

Though he was coming and flowing into her, his thumb moved with a consistent rhythm. The sensation was confusing for her. She didn’t think one person could come some many times in one night. That was just ridiculous wasn’t it, surely she wasn’t going to come again was she?

“Oh holy shit it’s...again...again? On my God,yes, yes!” she cried out.

Her body shook and she had to hold on to Adam as they collapsed to their sides on the bed still holding each other, both moaning and vibrating from their simultaneous orgasm. They were breathing heavily but still kissing as madly as they had when they first started. Carla thought this moment right now had been the best part, the afterglow, she wished they could lay like this forever.

She expected him to pull out or roll away, instead he pulled her closer and left himself inside of her.

She made a lovely purring sound as she kept her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest.

He stroked a lock of blond hair away from her forehead then kissed her there, looking into her eyes.

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“Thank you, for being in my life.” he said as he pulled a comforter over their bodies.

“Thank you for not being too upset with me, about the Reddit thing.” she said nuzzling his chest as his hand rubbed her shoulder and lower back.

“Hey if you hadn’t looked, I never would have told you any of that. I’m glad you did look.” he said and gave her another kiss.

He was quiet for a moment, Carla could see he wanted to say something.

“What is it?” she asked rubbing his chest.

“Is, is it OK if I…”

“What are you hungry again?” she asked with a devilish glint in her eye.

“Well, yeah that but,” he said with a chuckle. “what I was going to actually ask you was, if I could tell you that I love you.”

In the dark of the room, she felt goosebumps form, not from the cold but from happiness.

“Only if I can love you back.” she said then kissed him.

The snow fell, the ice formed and the night was dark. The moon would show at some point in the night as they slept, it was a full moon of course. Adam and Carla lusted for each other, they loved each other, and most importantly, they lived happily ever after.