The greatest aphrodisiac - Rear Window continues

Marilyn smoked a post coital cigarette as she lay in bed with Tony, her head on his chest. Tony ran his fingers through her hair, his mind full of clutter and unable to focus. She had come here to kill him, but instead she had made passionate love to him. She had been a wild lioness in bed, scratching, biting and full of hot desire. They had enjoyed a lusty session lasting over two hours and their bodies were drenched in sweat.

Marilyn had come three times, firstly when Tony expertly used his fingers to arouse her, secondly when he diligently and softly employed his tongue to great effect and thirdly she had experienced her first ever internal orgasm when he had ridden her so hard and so deep that she thought she had wanted to scream out loud at the top of her voice the feeling was so good!

But now what? Would she get up, go over to the gun and drill him full of holes this time? Or should he take the initiative, and the gun, and finish her off before he was history? But now she was being so loving and so affectionate it was playing with his head. He could understand the hot sex in the heat of the moment – the closeness of death is a great aphrodisiac – but love? He knew that he had worshipped her from afar, but that was lust, watching her copulate with various sexual partners from across the courtyard, he as the hidden voyeur, had been playful and erotic and she was certainly a stunningly attractive and sexy woman. But now that she was here he was filled with all sorts of illogical thoughts, about a relationship, about being lovers that he felt foolish. This woman came here to kill you, he kept repeating silently to himself, a mantra that was fooling nobody.

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“So what is the story and where do we go from here?” asked Tony.

He was greeted by silence, her lack of response not from a reluctance to tell him what she knew but from something deeper, a fear of making herself vulnerable. The last time she had opened up to a man and told him what she was truly feeling he had taken the information and used it only for his benefit, trampling her dreams underfoot.

Marilyn turned to Tony and all she said was: “Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams...”

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