Pain's Room

No wind blew in the sleeping street, but every step was colder than the last. The night cast a solemn veil on the skyline's murky paths.Only the odd car passed by - a cemetery of movement - sound in the minus zero.

Alex, a young man with thick black hair and a pale skin that looked like the skin of a white horse, walked into the desolate streets. He had been out since the late afternoon.He met with all the people he ever knew that night, but he did not stay with them for long, they all wanted to carry on.

"Bye bye" they would say, as they left him.
"Have fun" he would thinly reply, unaware of the words he gave birth to.

His thoughts and latest recollections grew ever louder in this black stillness. When there is nothing to occupy our eyes, we turn to our mind. Some conjure fantasies to pass the time, others analyze every flowing thought, to 'learn'.A waking dream (Wonderful).

This is always what he turned to, after every living night.On this occassion it was loneliness he most strongly felt.He didn't know why; he had just seen all his friends, and they're great! It was a jealous loneliness.Yes he had seen them, but they all went on into the night, assured of their entertainment, confident in having fun.Which they did regularly, and with an established flair.

He had done this only in glimpses, and his mind could not help wondering what they do.In that moment when he was idolizing them as debauchers, his mind saw them doing the most lurid acts.Acts which he hoarsely denounced in the light of day, but revered in the grinning night.

A wind picked up, blowing lowly through the moist tarmac glistening.The nearby sea shuddered in its sleep, gently turning over, splashing, foaming against the dirty rock.

Alex looked up the hill he was walking and saw a woman scurry inside an open door, seemingly of some appartment building.He walked up to the door, blindly, and when he went in he saw her putting the key into a wooden door to go in.She stopped and lokked up to him as he stood on the threshold.

She was hardly younger than him, her eyes were a piercing sky blue (trick of the lenses, he thought), her supple waists covered by a black skirt, and her breasts barely hidden in a red top.

"Can I help you?" she said.
"How'd you mean?" he replied, startled.
"Have you got any money?"
His half-suspicions were confirmed; a prostitute.He followed her in before, in the private hope she would be one.He didn't know what he'd do if she was.Now he was flustered.

Circumstance made him find her attractive.And here, he thought, was his chance for doing what all his friends, he thought were doing; embracing the vice of the night.

"Yes, I do, can I come in?" He finally told her.
"Of course".

He followed her in to a small room he thought of describing as open plan, but he knew it wasn't intended as such, there just wasn't enough space.

She told him to leave the money on the cupboard, and when he did she came over to him and started kissing him.(He thought of her tongue as the serpent of Eve's downfall, and he was enamoured)She started undressing him.She was somewhat taken aback when she took off his under wear, but she carried on.

He was in pieces, wondering what she must be thinking after seeing his untouched cock.But his nerves where allayed when she undressed herself, and laid down on the bed.

He had always had the idea of describing the woman of this moment, as some perfect Venus, or a horizon waiting to reveal its secrets.But her cunt made all idealizing impossible: he just wanted to jump on top of her.

Climbing on top, he put his innocent cock into her already ageing cunt.He began fucking her, slowly at first, afraid of whats to come, until - a shock! All the pain of the ages seemed to bear down on his head.Inside her, it was like an Inquisitor's palace, torturing his cock for all his virginal years, and sins of idleness.

The room seemed blacker than it was, and the walls loudly taunted him through the cracks.Until it subsided  and a lifetime of pleasure could commence.

As he came, he felt his mind and body for the first time in perfect unison.And as his eyes rolled back he saw visions of all the naked pleasures of the world open themselves up to him.He felt his cock was a sword just now forged in the fires of her cunt, and he would use it to conquer everything!