Wednesday, March 4, 2009

snippet #001

Sometimes I scare myself.

The prompt was "sultry, steamy night in New Orleans".


"Do you think anyone will find the body?"

It took a few seconds for Jazzy's question to sink into Mac's brain. He looked down at Jazzy and wondered for the briefest moment what in the hell could be wrong with her. A tremor raced up his spine and he grunted, no longer caring, and closing his eyes again.

He thrust harder and faster into Jazzy's hot wet snatch, every panted breath he took making him drunker on the heady scent of Night Scented Jessamine that grew practically everywhere, with underlying traces of crawfish and tasso cooking somewhere nearby. Grooving strains of piano and trumpets drifted on the night air and filled his soul like nothing else ever did.

Except maybe killing.

Mac shifted above Jazzy and wrapped one hand around her throat, delighted by the gasp she made. He pressed harder, listening to her strained panting and squeals of protest. Jazzy thrashed beneath him and sweat beaded down his spine, his hips moving faster.

Getting close, he opened eyes to watch Jazzy. Her eyes bulged and the pale moonlight glowed against her face turning the deepest shade of red. She gurgled and clawed at his shoulder and arm... and he came. Hard.

Mac lingered in the bliss of his orgasm for what seemed like forever, his hand still wrapped around Jazzy's throat. Finally he rolled off her to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the cigarettes on the nightstand. Twangy notes from a fiddle danced on a breeze, making his toes tap on the bare wood floor.

He glanced over his shoulder at the corpse of his most recent victim and his cell phone rang.

"Yeah?" Mac struck a match and brought the flame to the end of his cigarette. "Naw, no plans. Just another sultry, steamy night in New Orleans."


Love and bondage,
Rubi Jayne <3

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