Girlie

He watches as the water rinses away the soap from my tan body. The soap slides along my curves and down to the shower tiles. I met him two months ago and I’m already sickly obsessed with him. He tugs at the dark tie wrapped around his neck as I continue the erotic show through the glass shower.

“Girlie. My girlie,” he moans, pulling the tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. This is our last night together before he goes back to Italy. We wanted to make it memorable. 

I press my round, bare ass on the glass and sway it back and forth, teasing him. I could hear him getting up from his seat and approaching the mirror. A smile grows across my face. He pulls open the shower door, pulling me out of the steam of water and into his muscular arms. I kiss every bit of his pale chest, getting lower as I do so. Before I could unbutton his pants, he takes my chin into his hand and pulls me up off my knees. 

Then, he looks at me, stares at me. The expression is unrecognizable to me. It’s a look he has never given to me before. His big, dark eyes are set on mine and I can’t detect what is going through his mind. I don’t know if I should feel aroused or scared, but I can’t help but to feel aroused. 

“Baby, why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, but he says nothing in return and just pulls my damp body into his clean suit to pursue a thirsty, lustful kiss. Our tongues swirl together as I attempt to be closer to him. My lower region is starting to swell as his fingers crawl down my spine.

As the kiss breaks, the feeling of a thousand needles poking my back arises. I chuckle as my body grows weak and I fall into the man’s arms. He just stabbed me in the back and he’s about to do it again. We make eye contact again as he pulls the knife out of my back for the second time. My body begins to become overwhelmed and begins to shut down, but I can’t help but to be at complete bliss. I’m dying by the hands of a foreign man from a foreign country. I couldn’t ask for a better, more erotic death. I can feel an orgasm rising within my weakened body and I know it is the last thing my body will ever do.

The last thing I hear him say, before my demise, is,

“Girlie.” 

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