The Revenge of Maximo Violence

By Robin Tomlin

When they touched her they must have felt like big bad men, when they violated her they probably felt like kings, when they killed her they must have thought they were gods. They must have thought they were the worst men on the planet. But I am so much worse than all of them combined and I loved her.

Now they know what it's like to be hunted, stalked, and killed.

It is not enough that they die, I will break not only their bodies but their souls, I will inflict a pain on them so severe they will remember me in the next life, and the one after that and so on for all eternity. If my own soul is damned in the process I just don't care, if I have to I will walk over the bloody battered body of Jesus Christ himself to get my revenge.  

I cannot be reasoned with, or intimidated, or bought, and I cannot be stopped.

I found the first one, stripped naked his hands tied behind his back and hung from them, I showed him a photo of her so he knew why he was going to die in such a terrible grotesque fashion.

I showed him the photo I had taken of his wife as she slept in their bed, I showed him the necklace I had cut from his daughter as she slept.

"Please don't kill my family, they have nothing to do with this, they are innocent," he pleaded.

I pointed to the photo of her, my angel, my reason for living.

"So was she," I said.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Tomlin
• Release date: Nov 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386631965

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The Revenge of Maximo Violence

Robin Tomlin

Also by Robin Tomlin

The Beautiful Death

The Blind Wolf

The Revenge of Maximo Violence

The Lies Our Fathers Told Us

City Without Heroes

Tales from a Twisted Mind

This book is for the forgotten victims of child abuse who are now adults. We are constantly forgotten by a society that would like to pretend that we do not exist.

The only time we are acknowledged is when we fall and then our past is blamed, they are surprised when we repeat the mistakes of our parents but how can you know how to show love when you have been shown only hate?

They expect us to forgive, but how can we when our childhood, what is supposed to be the best time of our lives was stolen? How can we forgive when the pain that was inflicted on us still haunts us, still affects us. 

But we are survivors. 

If you are one us I pray you can overcome your past and find happiness. 

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Hate will get you through but it will never let you be happy.

Contents

The last night of our lives

One plus one equals everything, two minus one equals nothing

The Bad Place

The worst moment of my life

Naomi

Maybe I could be a good person

The most important moment of my life

MY FIRST KILL

Suicide solution

Snuff Inc.

Letting go

A list of the of things including but not limited to that I hate

Revenge

Hunting humans

Make me into a warrior

A first step on the road to revenge

Christmas Eve

Water boarding

The death of Kevin Rosier

Taking out the trash

Rules to live by

New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Day

A list of Things I like

The Staff party

The day after the night before

A message

A massage

Fueled by Anger and Hate

How I lost my faith in people.

Funeral

Hangover

My Birthday

The Minotaur sees a ghost

Valentine’s Day

Naomi’s valentine

The death of Da Man

Sick

People I respect

Pain and Pleasure

Getting back into the game

A drive

Chef’s night out

The death of Tom and Jerry

It’s Almost over now

Maximo Violence’s guild to being a successful serial killer part one

Return to Dartmoor

Oil overload

How I met Naomi

Oblivion

Bar Bar Grill

The Playboy

The Girlfriend experience

The Entity Aka Reaper

Stanley

Ghost

Siege of castle Playboy

Impalement

When I dream

And today on the morning news...

My bucket list

Hotel Violence

Tower of London

Zombie

The Strangler

Abduction

What should have happened

Where am I?

Dinner at eight

Another dream

Fight

My Entity sees dead people

Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.

Fight night

A reckoning

Showtime

Is it over?

Home sweet new home

Full Circle

Absence of Mercy

The last night of our lives

When I kissed her I could taste the chocolate chip cookies she had been eating, she loved to bake things, cookies, sweets, cakes, our home was always filled with the sweet smell of baking bread or some other delight.

The mixture of the cookies and the natural taste of her mouth was a heady combination, it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. 

Something made me notice the freckle on her right cheek, it was pale hardly visible really, you wouldn’t know it was there until you knew her well, until you had been close to her.

She had told me she hated that freckle, it tended to show up in photographs a lot more than it did in real life, I suppose some people would say it was an imperfection.

But I loved that freckle.

She never knew that I always secretly aimed for it when I kissed her on the cheek.

I looked at her as she lay on the sofa wearing just a pair of jogging bottoms and one of my old tee shirts with a plate of homemade cookies balanced on her slender stomach.

Her arms, I’ll never forget her arms, they were perfect. She had the most beautiful arms I’ve ever seen, I used to tell her she should be an arm model, and she’d laugh at me and tell me I was silly.

As she lay on that sofa with her beautiful bare arms and her blonde hair tied back away from her face, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I loved her.

I wanted nothing more than to cuddle up beside her, press my face so close to her so I could smell her skin, I wanted to hold her and let her feed me cookies.

So many times I look back on that moment and wish that I had done all of those things. Instead I kissed her one more time and told her I had to go to work.

I thought we would be together forever, I didn’t know that it would be the last time I ever saw her alive. 

One plus one equals everything, two minus one equals nothing

I got home from work at about half eleven and I wasn’t that surprised when Chloe was not there. It was a Friday night and she was a popular girl with a lot of friends who would often invite her out at the last minute.

That was something I loved about her, she had such a large loving family and so many friends, people just loved her, not like me, my family is small and I’m a loner. The truth of the matter is I don’t really like people. 

I waited up for Chloe for a while but when she didn’t return home I went to a cold lonely bed.

Have you ever woke up and the moment you open your eyes you just know that something is wrong, that it’s going to be a really bad day?

That’s how I felt when I woke up that morning, Chloe still was not home, her side of the bed was cold, empty and foreboding.

It was not unusual for her to go out at night, but she always came home, I checked my phone to see if she had left me a message but there was none, so I called her. Her phone was switched off so I left a message asking her to call me to let me know she was okay.

I never received that call. 

Another day passed and I still had not heard from her, then another, she didn’t show up for work.

I called the police to report her as a missing person but they were no good, they took a few notes, told me she had probably just took off, people do that sometimes.

I told them we were in love, but they didn’t listen.

One day I sat alone in our lounge, it was still our lounge then and not just mine. I sat in total silence because I could not think of anything better to do, the room was so vacant of noise that I could hear the beating of my own heart.

Suddenly something within me changed, something snapped, I jumped up and drove my shoulder into the wall three times. The physical pain was brutal for a moment I thought I had broken my own shoulder, it felt good, it numbed the pain in my head a kind of release but it was not enough.

I struck my head with my fist again and again until I could see stars and my hand was numb.

I left the house walked to the nearest tube station and got a train, it didn’t take me long to get to King’s Cross.

As I stepped out of King’s Cross station it felt sort of like coming home, this had been one of my old hunting grounds, I knew it well, every inch almost, every nook and cranny.

Quickly I walked away from the main streets, into the back alleys, it took only moments until I found what I was looking for.

Hey bro, you looking for something? I think the guy was about my age but he looked older, he had dirty stubble, he wore a Reebok track suit and a fake gold necklace. He looked very streetwise but I knew he wouldn’t expect what was coming.

Yeah, I am, I answered as I approached him and curled my hands into tight fists. I struck him in the face one, two three times, he went to fall but I seized him tightly by his throat and pinned him against the wall, all the time he made this strange coughing sound as he tried to breathe. His hands moved down and slipped behind his back and he took out a small knife from somewhere, he tried to stab me in the leg, I grabbed him by the wrist as I let go of his face and smashed him across the jaw with my elbow.

I easily took the knife from him and pinned him against the wall again, I’m holding the knife up high ready to finish him but something stops me.

He comes round a little his eyes look up and he sees the knife.

Please man, you don’t want to do this, what I ever do to you man?

I hold him for what seems like hours but in reality is only seconds, the sounds of the city are gone, we’re cocooned in our own little world where the only sound is my breathing and his pleas.

My hand that holds the knife is shaking, I want to kill this man but something is stopping me.

Take the drugs, he offers me. I drop the knife and hear the metal strike the floor, I see relief in his eyes that he won’t die. I seize his hair with both hands feeling the grease from it between my fingers and it sickens me, I smash his head into the wall not hard enough to kill but still pretty hard, he might have to spend a night in the hospital.

You’re lucky it’s not here, I say as I leave him there. 

For a little while I felt good, I thought everything would work out, Chloe had made a mistake, we’d laugh about it when she got home.

As I walked through the dark London streets I contemplated what would happen when I saw her again, she’d say something like, oh Max I forgot to tell you I was spending the weekend with my parents, or I thought I left you a message on the fridge that Kathy asked me to go to the south of France with her.

Yeah right. 

But I still kind of believed everything would work out so I walked to an all-night McDonalds and got a chocolate milk shake, then I went back to the tube.

As I sat alone in my carriage the anxiety came back, Chloe had been missing for days now, I was worried that she needed my help but couldn’t reach me.

By the time I got back home it was worse.

I decided to phone her parents, the phone rang for a long time until a sleepy voice said, hello.

Hello, hi, this is Max, Chloe’s boyfriend, I said.

Oh, hello, the voice was old and female, it was Chloe’s mother.

I don’t suppose you know where she is?

No, I haven’t spoke to her for a few days.

I just want to know she’s okay, look if I’ve done something to upset her and you know where she is and don’t want to tell me that’s fine, but please let me know she’s okay, I’m worried out of my mind. I didn’t think that I had done anything to upset Chloe but I couldn’t be sure. I’m good at appearing normal most of the time but not with someone that close, I make mistakes. Most people learn about relationships from their parents. My dad was not a good teacher, one day when I was four he told me that he was going to show me how a man loves a women, he made me watch a porno video of a woman being raped by two men.

I don’t know where she is, her voice was serious now, concerned, would you let me know when you hear from her?

Yes, of course, will you let me know if you speak to her first?

Yes.

I’m really sorry to bother you like this, I just don’t know what to do, as I said it I was close to tears.

I’m sure she’ll turn up, you know what she’s like, anyway I have to go now.

Okay, thank you, good bye. 

The Bad Place

After a while I knew she wasn’t coming back, I didn’t know what had happened to her. Had she decided to leave on her own? Perhaps she had found out about me and decided to flee or had something happened to her?

I felt lost, cheated, alone, and utterly empty.

Just like before I met her, I found myself once again in what I like to call the bad place.

Strangely the bad place is not where you are when you’re being tortured.

In my childhood I have been starved, beaten, bullied, humiliated, and abused but I was not in the bad place.

When those things were going on I had a will to survive, to not let them beat me, and it was that will that kept me alive.

Then one day you are free, the beatings stop, the threats stop, the physical pain stops.

But it’s not over, not really.

I used to imagine that the people who hurt me would one day be punished, I would see them being taken to prison. Lots of people would tell me how brave I was, they would ask me how I had managed to survive.

None of that happened.

I didn’t arrive at the bad place straight away, for a few years I blocked out everything, but you can never escape it. 

The worst moment of my life

The restaurant was heaving, every table had been filled and there was people queuing on the stairs that led to the lobby. 

Almost three hundred people who had been staying at the hotel had come up to the restaurant for breakfast and I was the only chef working.

By eleven o clock I was sweating and tired, I felt ready to go home but my day was only half over, I still had to prepare anything that was ordered at the bar, and cook staff lunch.

Michel was putting row upon row of plates through the dish washer, Michel works with me in the kitchen, he is a kitchen porter. 

You doing anything tonight Michel? I asked him.

Going out raping, he replied as if it were the most natural thing to say in the world. The truth is Michel is harmless but he has a very sick sense of humor, of course it is possible he thinks the same of me.

He is one of the few people I like, one of the only men that I don’t have a desire to kill, all though most people find him weird.

Oh and he’s gay.

Michel when not at work wears big boots, old jeans, usually a vest and almost always a black beanie hat. So he has no dress sense which kind of takes away the benefit of having a gay friend but you know whatever.  

When I got home the house felt cold almost sterile, it was as if with Chloe gone all the warmth had left, leaving only a shell.

I collapsed onto the bed and tried to sleep, I had not washed the sheets since she had gone, I could still smell her on them and I didn’t want to lose that.

I had slumbered for perhaps an hour when I was awoken by a knocking at the front door.

When I peered outside I saw two uniformed police officers, one of them was a slightly fat black man, the other was a white teen, she didn’t look old enough to have finished college.

I opened the door to them, I knew if they were there to arrest me they would have sent a lot more and better armed officers.

Mr. Max Chapel? said the male police officer as I opened the door.

Yes, I said.

Can we come inside? as he spoke I could smell bacon and brown sauce on his breath.

Yes, I said as I stepped aside. It’s about Chloe, isn’t it? Is she okay? Is she hurt?

Mr. Chapel, it’s my sad duty to inform you that Chloe was found dead this morning.

My head was filled with a terrible inhuman wailing that echoed around the house, it was several seconds before I realized that the wretched wailing was my own voice.

I collapsed on the floor, my cry of anguish sounded inhuman even to me.

Mr. Chapel, said the officer he was down on one knee a hand on my shoulder.

Are you okay Mr. Chapel? he asked.

I couldn’t answer him, my body shook with my sobs, I tried to push myself to my feet but all my strength had gone, it was as if I were drugged.

I remember thinking...no, I am not okay, and I will never be okay again.

I stood outside a hospital in Milton Keynes and I remember thinking to myself that it looked utterly soulless.

I don’t know if I can do this, I said to my mother. At the policeman’s request I had stayed with her the night before, I think he was worried I would hurt myself.

You have to, she said.

I took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, I waited by the front desk.

Mr. Chapel, said a woman as she approached me, her voice was soft and had a very slight hint of an Irish accent.

Yes, I said.

Would you like to follow me, she said as she started to turn.

I’m frightened, I said surprising myself.

She turned back to me opened her mouth to say something but didn’t, instead she placed her hand softly on my forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I closed my eyes, counted to three.

Okay, I said.

We’ve done all we can to clean her up, but I’m afraid the injuries were so great and she was in the water for a long time.

Did she suffer? I asked.

She froze mid step for perhaps half a second, it was enough to answer my question.

I’m afraid so, yes.

The morgue was not like what you see in the films it was brightly lit, it smelt of bleach and reminded me of a dentist‘s surgery.

In the middle of the room was a metal table with a white sheet covering it, there was a body under the sheet.

When she pulled back the crisp white sheet the thing under the covers was not Chloe. I know it had been once but not anymore, it was grotesque. The skin was bloated and pale, ugly bruises and cuts here and there, the hair had not changed at all since the last time I saw her. I even recognized the style.

The thing that shocked me was the smell.

The body had been scrubbed and washed it was clean, but no amount of scrubbing could hide the smell of decay.

She had always smelt so good, she always showered three sometimes four times a day, her favorite perfume was L‘air du temps perfume by Nina Ricci, I loved the smell of that perfume gardenia, jasmine and sandalwood. Though the strength of the scent is subtle I could always pick it out even in a crowd and I would know she was close by.

Now looking at the thing in front of me and inhaling the stench of it I felt like my world had ended.

There’s a tattoo on the left shoulder, said the morgue attendant as she carefully turned the body slightly so I could see the tattoo. The tattoo was small it was a circular tribal design, seeing it I remembered...

Chloe lying on the bed she’s wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. I sit over the small of her back, I’ve been massaging her shoulders. I lean forward press my face against her soft blonde hair it tickles my cheeks. I inhale deeply through my nose and mouth taking in her smell. I kiss down her neck, her skin is soft almost silky.

I find her tattoo and trace its lines with my tongue, over and over.

She laughs, That tickles, she says as she rolls onto her back.

My lips are level with the top of her cleavage, I move my body down seeking her breasts.

You should get a tattoo, she says as her fingers run through my hair softly she pushes my head further down her body. 

I take one of her nipples into my mouth and feel it harden against my tongue, she gives a little gasp as I flick my tongue across it, back and forth.

No, I say, in my mind I’m not yet quite ready to give up on the idea I may never kill again, and a tattoo is an identifying mark.

I didn’t need to see the tattoo, I had seen enough to know that this disgusting, bloated thing in front of me had once been my beautiful perfect Chloe.

Would you like a moment alone? asked the attendant.

The thought of being alone with this thing filled me with dread, not just dread but fear like a nightmare come to life, it takes a lot to scare me. 

No, I said.

Billy Barker the male police officer who had informed me of Chloe’s death led me into a small plain room, it was almost completely empty, just a table and some chairs. We were in a large police station, my mother was waiting in the hall to take me home, we had both been warned that this could take some time. 

Before we get started can I get you anything? A drink, cup of tea or a glass of water? he asked.

I’m okay, I answered though in truth my throat felt dry.

Okay, he said, he switched on a tape recorder and spoke a few words into it.

"Mr. Chapel could you please tell me the nature of your relationship with Chloe Picoult? 

We’re in love... I said, was in love.

I could see the pain in his face and I knew that he could see the pain in mine, he could hear it in my voice.

I looked down at the table and at my hands.

When was the last time you saw her alive? he asked.

Already I could feel tears pricking at the backs of my eyes, I told him about the last time I had seen her.

Can you think of anyone that would have a reason to hurt Chloe, an enemy?

No, I answered, Chloe didn’t have enemies, everyone loved her, I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.

We were silent for a long time perhaps half a minute.

Could you tell me how she died, where was she found? I asked.

I saw his face pale a little as he took a breath, we found her in the water, I’m afraid she had been put in a barrel, she was dead when she was placed inside it if that’s any comfort.

In my mind’s eye I imagined her body being stuffed roughly into a metal barrel, perhaps they had to push her to force her body inside, I felt cold rage boiling inside of me. How could someone do that to my beautiful Chloe? How could something so horrible happen to someone like her?

She was my angel, I was supposed to protect her.

I looked at Barker I wanted to reach across and snap his neck, to hurt him like she had been hurt, not because I disliked him but just because he was there.

The barrel she was inside was spotted in the Thames, the top got broken and someone saw her head in the water.

Do you... I paused unable to go on, I closed my eyes, the thought of her in the water, naked and bloated for all to see, she would have hated that.

Do you know how she died? I asked.

His eyes were watery, he was going to cry, She was beaten, some of her injuries showed signs they had started to heal, so her ordeal was quite long maybe a week, perhaps longer, I’m very sorry. Do you want a break? he asked me.

Tell me what happened to her, I told him.

Some of the injuries had started to heal, she had some broken bones in her hands and feet, fractured ribs, we think she may have been raped.

I hated the world and everything inside it, I wanted to see it burn for what it had done to her, no one should be spared.

In the end we believe she was strangled, would you like to take a break now?

I nodded my head, when the interview started again he asked more questions about Chloe and I told him everything I knew. 

That night I cried until my eyes hurt, I felt as though a part of myself was physically missing like an arm or a leg. I pulled out whole tufts of my hair threw them into the air and watched them slowly float to the ground.

The loneliest place in the world is a cold double bed when you are all alone, I lay awake for hours. I could not sleep, I wondered if I would ever sleep again. At some point during the night I climbed out of bed and went to the wardrobe that I had shared with Chloe.

At the bottom were her work shoes, they were black leather and they looked tiny compared to my own. I picked one up and slipped my hand inside, my fingers crept along the sole. First I felt the back where her heel had worn a groove into the shoe, the middle of the shoe was almost untouched but at the tip of the shoe I felt five engraves where her toes had rested.

Days passed, everything had changed, I found I could not throw her things away, I still needed them.

My life was dark again, I knew I had been lucky to escape the first time but didn’t think I would be so lucky a second time. Old pains came back.

I seemed to think of her all the time and what might have been, and when I wasn’t thinking of her I started to think of my childhood. When Chloe had been around everything had been like a distant memory as if it had happened to someone else, now that she was gone it all came flooding back.

I was a small boy lying in my bed, the room was dark and the tree outside my window made strange shapes out of shadows. Sometimes when the wind blew just right its branches would tap on the glass like long fingers.

They’re coming, said the monster beside my bed. The monster was very tall and dark with sharp teeth and long claws but I was not afraid of it anymore, I knew that it could not hurt me, and it often comforted me, in many ways it was my best friend, and it was called the Entity. 

I saw shadows around my bed, the shadows became figures but they had voices.

Wake him up,

Bend him over.

I want him first, these were the voices of my father, his brother and their friends.

The cover was ripped off the bed leaving me exposed, an invisible force pulled me around forcing me onto my hands and knees.

The Entity looked on, it was unable to do anything other than reassure me with its gaze and tell me, it will be over soon.

I felt cold air across my bare buttocks as my pyjamas bottoms were pulled down, once I screamed I was alone.

I was in my own bed, I was an adult my breath came in short gasp and I was sweating. 

Even when Chloe had been around I had suffered from nightmares, but when I woke up screaming or crying she would hold me and kiss my head as she told me over and over that everything was okay, it was all in the past and they couldn’t hurt me now. She would hold me until I fell back to sleep.

It pains me that I never properly thanked her for doing that, in the light of day we never mentioned it but I was always grateful for it.

It made me feel loved. 

Naomi

The phone rang twice before it was answered, I waited with baited breath.

Hello, it was her, I would recognize her voice anywhere.

Ola, I said.

Max, it’s been a long time, how the hell are you, yes it was definitely her, her voice while not upper class or posh sounding did have a strange elegance to it.

I need to see you, in truth I didn’t want to tell her how I was doing. I heard her flipping through a book.

Tuesday good for you, say six o’clock?

I’ll be there, I promised.

Getting ready to see Naomi had once been a regular ritual of mine, but I had not seen her in over a year. I started with a long hot bath I like to use L’octive bath products, I washed my hair and shaved.

As I lay in the bath I used a mud pack on my face that would help moisturize it. 

When I got out of the bath I rubbed my hand over the steamed up mirror and looked at myself, I ran my hand over my stomach. I wasn’t fat but I had put on weight and lost my muscle tone. Before Chloe and I had moved in together I had used to go to the gym three or four times a week, but then I had started spending more time with her, we ate the wrong type of food, somehow it never affected her but I had put weight on.

I knew Naomi would notice the change in me, still there was nothing I could do about it now. I used tweezers to trim my eyebrows, a small electric razor to trim the hair in my nose, and clipped my nails.

The last thing to do in the bathroom was to use 212 men after shave and deodorant spray by Carolina Herrera.

Naomi once told me that it is her favorite man’s fragrance.

My clothes were all ironed and waiting for me, boxer shorts and a long sleeved shirt by Ralph Lauren, Calvin Klein blue jeans with a belt and leather loafers, and to finish the outfit off a beautiful leather jacket. 

Naomi lives and works from a block of apartments in Canary Wharf, she told me once the only reason she still lives there is she loves the views.

I came out of the lift and knocked on her door, I heard the spy hole going back then bolts being slid back, keys turning in locks finally the door opened.

She stood in front of me her long raven black hair still wet from the shower and clinging to her slender frame.

She smiled at me as much with her dark Japanese eyes as her lips.

Both Naomi’s parents were born in Tokyo, but Naomi was born and bred in London.

I stepped onto the mat and kicked off my shoes, that was one of her rules you had to remove your shoes, she closed the door behind me then she locked and bolted it.

She wore a pale blue dress made from silk, it clung to her damp body, her full breast stretched the material I could see her nipples poking through, the sight of it gave me an instant hard on.

Gently she put her hand between my legs cupping my balls her hand bounced softly as if trying to judge weight.

You better go to the bedroom, she said. You remember the way, don’t you, her voice had an edge of mock spite.

I nodded to her and led the way, she followed close behind me.

The room I entered was the bedroom, it contained a huge round bed, there was soft music coming from somewhere though I could see no speakers, the air was warm on my skin but it was not Naomi’s bedroom, that was off limits and was kept locked when she had guests. I had been in there only once.

She pushed me onto the bed, I fell onto my back.

She stood a few feet in front of me and started to dance.

Don’t touch yourself, she warned softly as she ran her fingers through her hair then swung her head round in a dramatic circle. The strap of her dress fell off her shoulders, I could see the shape of her bust but her nipples were still protected by the silk.

She raised her hand to her mouth and slowly licked from the cup of her palm to her fingertips then she reached inside her dress cupping her breast squeezing, rubbing.

She turned around so her back was to me, she let the dress fall further to her navel but I still couldn’t see her breast, I could only watch her from behind as she played with them. She let the dress fall completely and kicked it off her feet, she had a thong on underneath the same color as her dress.

She cupped both her breasts with both hands and turned around to face me.

She smiled as she reached both hands up behind her head playing with her hair.

Don’t play with yourself, she warned me again as one hand slid down the center of her chest between her breasts, over the flat of her stomach and finally inside her panties.

By now my erection was straining against my pants and was almost painful.

She looked me in the eyes as her hand moved underneath the material playing and teasing herself as she moaned seductively. Her hand movement become faster more frantic, she closed her eyes and her breath came in short gasps.

She opened her eyes almost sleepily took her hand out of her panties and raised it to her mouth, she popped her smallest finger between her lips, then one by one she sucked each of her fingers clean.

My cock felt so hard, it hurt.

She turned around again and slowly tugged down her panties showing me her perfect arse, she slapped her buttocks once the sharp sound a shock in the quietness of the room, she bent over to retrieve her panties from the floor, as her arse wiggled I felt myself licking my lips.

She stood up straight her panties hanging off her thumb, she turned back to me, her legs apart, she sniffed at her panties inhaling deeply before rubbing them between her legs, and finally she tossed them to me.

I caught them in one hand dangled them in front of my face and inhaled as she had, I could smell perfume on them but also her, the scent of her sex. 

When I looked back at her she had got down on to all fours, she crawled on her hands and knees to the bed, slowly she climbed