Is this the Final Blog Post? Hot Sex and a Fight to Follow – The Perfect Day?

This could be my final blog post before I move on to other projects. This is about sex and conflict; two of the pillars of our society. With a twist.

Dan hadn’t slept for two nights and was very tired. The metallic taste of blood from his torn lips was a constant reminder that he was in bad shape. He’d only himself to blame, he knew that, and the knowledge was eating away at him. When the mood took him, the urge for battle, he had a reckless streak and this time he’d started a fight that he’d never had much chance of winning.

His opponent had been too big, black as coal and short of temper. Within moments, Dan had realised he was facing painful defeat, but of course, by then it had been too late. Oh, he’d fought hard, but the result had been inevitable.

Worse, the bitch he’d been fucking an hour previously had abandoned him, left him bleeding in the gutter, without a backward glance.

His feet hurt and there was blood in his mouth as he limped homeward. The bitch had been his downfall, as so many times before. He’d craved sex, hot and dirty, and she’d been a kindred spirit. He’d fucked her in the alley behind the church, both of them as eager as the other, where the urge to fuck was the only thing that mattered. Passersby glanced at them, averted their eyes, but they’d ignored every scandalised glance.

He lived for these moments, that first instant attraction and then the all-consuming need for sex took over. The bitch had been hot, every bit as eager as himself, asking more and more of him until he’d finally been spent. Still she pressed herself against him, demanding even more until he’d snapped at her, sending her packing, her eyes flashing in sudden fury.

An hour later she was back, urging him on, and he’d not been able to say no. This time he’d been more aggressive, roughing her up, biting her neck and she’d loved it, begged for more. The rage had been upon him, she’d taken him far beyond all rational behaviour and he’d thought himself invincible. Driven him to the ultimate folly when that massive shadow loomed over him, eyes fixed on the shameless bitch still offering herself for the next in line.

Dan should have walked away, accepted he was out of his depth. That broad black face, white teeth gleaming, those muscular shoulders, the sheer bulk should have been enough to make him think twice about a fight he was never going to win.

Defeated, bleeding and broken, he’d admitted defeat, but the final indignity was the contemptuous glance that fucking bitch had given him as she’d walked away. Her expression said ‘loser’ and the memory of it lingered still.

The final corner, the house in sight, and he quickened his pace. Forgot the pain for a moment, held himself together as he saw the woman rush out from the porch.

‘Where the hell have you been?’

Her voice was harsh, her anger evident. Despite himself, he shrank from her rage, averted his eyes.

‘Look at the state of you,’ she snapped, taking hold of him by his collar and snapping the shackle on the red lead with which she led him towards his home and the basket before the fire that he craved with all his being.