Karen was a good woman, at least from what i knew. i'd roll into her studio apartment ready for almost anything. i came over to cook her dinner one night. i bought some nice fish, she deserved it. i'd never drop the money on some good fish unless the girl was well worth the cause. a fit to the means, she fit the means and everywhere in between. i commenced the cooking. my roommate had acquired a mexican wrestling mask somehow and i stowed it away in my backpack for future gimmicks and such. i figured this would be a great time to break it out. as i started cooking dinner she was folding laundry. she had a very kind face, always smiling, a pronounce chin and silky black hair. her lips always tasted like sweet rum and the times we kissed were like kings bathing themselves in pure cider. it was sweet. as she was folding laundry i explained how our sex had become somewhat mundane, but in a very practical, logical way. she peered at me with suspicious eyes wondering where this was going. i told her to close her eyes and turn around. she did. i said i wanted to try something new, something innovative that would bring a little suspension to what we had. she obliged. she had her hands over her eyes, just how i like it, and said to me that she hoped i wasn't wearing a tube sock on my cock. i laughed and told her to turn around. i had put the wrestling mask on and played it to the fullest. she didn't know how to take it once she took those small hands away from her big eyes. she laughed out loud and i played it cool, just like i was suppose to. we both took the joke in and kissed each other sweetly. i melted inside, but hid it well. i finished the dinner and we both ate. she cleared her plate away and shoved the food in her mouth. karen ate with passion, with small bits of grace, she had worth and that above all meant something to me. i thought of her as the black stone in the large cave full of diamonds, the stone standing out above the rest. i sat and appreciated the meal as she rubbed against me. love was thick in the air and i felt it thick in my lungs. the ice cubes danced in my cup as she refilled me. this was the life. i'd come in and she'd take my hat and coat, as well as offer me a drink. this was a true woman in the finest essence of the word. no other woman had ever done that for me. take my coat, offer me a drink (water at the very least) she was attentive and self confident. i felt warmness towards her, unlike anyone before.

as we kissed i made small smooching sounds, she enjoyed that, it was like painting over old, cracked surface. brought newness to mundanes. we started and it was very sweet. it was so sweet and solid that my body wanted to cum before i was ready. i resisted and told her to slow down a bit, it was too much for me at this time. she slowed down and be brought together a rhythm that i hadn't experienced with anyone else. my brain coincided with this and we were all on the same page. i matched my breathing with hers. it was not pornographic sex in the essence that i was trying to rip her in half or trying to be someone i was not. it was sex in the sense of two people laying in bed together connecting. the walls melted as the ceiling melted and the earth cried out as the blankets emulsified. i laid there stunned and full of joy never felt before with another body. i felt soft and wussy like, but enjoyed the experience nonetheless. i pulled out when ready and motioned to cum on her face, she paused and told me that she had never let anyone do this to her before, but that our attachment to each other was so strong that she was willing to let me do so.

she said she couldn't go on like this. life was crazy.
this is the way we were meant to live.
in madness..