THE LAST SUPPER
The rain trickled down the window pane, tracking streaks in the condensation. She was looking out with misty eyes and yet not seeing what was there. The world passed by in a blur of faint car horns which she heard but could not register.
The faint musky smell of sex tainted sweat still hung in the air reminding her of what had just transpired.
In her head images were flashing jumbled but yet jointed understandable.
An image of a table, the white table cloth, shiny plates, that little tiny almost invisible little blood like red wine stain near where her hand lay. Her fingers white, long, nervously tracing the rim of the plate. the warm feeling when she knews His eyes were boring into her face as she looked down.
The almost pin drop silent placing of the food on the table in front of her by the waiter. The buzz of the conversation as people went about their busy lives, laughter, loud drunk voices, all a blur.
The long, long, dinner before she saw from the corner of her eye the sign He made for the waiter to bring in the bill. Another long 5 minutes or so, as the waiter brings in the billfold and He silenty slides in His Amex Black and waits for the slip to return.
The sudden shock when He signals to the door as he gets up and walks to it without looking back, knowing she will follow.
The faint memory of the long shiny black car gliding to the kerb as the valet helps her in.
The silent hum of the powerful car in the background as it glides towards her home, the streets familiar yet so strangely distant today as they pass outside the droplets on the windows.
Her mind faintly remembers the click of the door lock registering, as He smoothly slides the key in it. The light she had left on before leaving glowing through the crack of the bedroom door as they enter.
The clean white cool satin bedsheet crisp and shiny as she had prepared for Him before going out oddly bright in the fluorescent light. His hands on her shoulders strong locking, fingers digging in as He leaned in and kissed her surprisingly gently.
A sudden yelp as she remembers the sudden welcome pain as He nipped the neck.
His hands tearing away, unwrapping, fingers touching and then moving away as they work.
Eyes catch the mess of clothes pooled on the floor as His hands push her backwards. Pain and pleasure a complete blur, sensations far far beyond what had ever transpired.
Memories of breath going like a steam train as mind loses itself and mouth screams. The sound of the scream of pleasure echoing inside the mind.
She can remember her hands clenching on bedsheet feeling the smoothness in the fingers
The amazing sensation of eyes watering as the pleasure peaks and blackness covers everything before the crash that follows an earthshattering orgasm.
A memory of feel the weight of Him, as He gets off her runs through her mind. Rustle of fabric as she watches Him from the corner of her eye as He puts on his clothes expressionless, His face as if carved of stone.
Her mind relives the sight of his Hand as if in slow motion as they reach out and fingers close on the collar she had left on the bedside table before leaving home.
The final click of the door as He shuts it behind Him sounding like a clap of thunder.
Finally, she feels the utter lonely blackness closing in, body wracked in sobs as she tumbles to the floor finally realising the significance of leaving the collar on the bedside table despite Him telling her that once she took it off voluntarily , it could never go back on..
