Anger and hurt can make you do the damnedest things, say for instance sleeping with a woman that you have hated for as long as you can remember.

Let me explain. My partner of eight years woke up one day six months ago and decided she didn't love me anymore. No, let me rephrase that. She still loves me but not in that way anymore. She still hopes we can be friends. What the fuck is up with that? She didn't even have the dignity to leave me for another woman.

Now mind you I wanted to deck the bitch but I kept my temper in check (if you know me you know that was a major miracle in itself), gave her a hug, and kicked her ass out of my house. That last part gave me a perverse thrill?so sue me.


Than it hit me. The woman that I had loved and worshipped for eight long years had rejected me. My heart shattered.


Now I have always been a drinker. Jack Daniels is my god and I worshipped him frequently. After the breakup, I started to drink to excess and my friends started to hound me about it and warned me that I was becoming an alcoholic. Instead of loving them for their concern over my welfare, I told them to fuck off and damned if they didn't after getting tired of watching me drink myself into an early grave.

Now on to the Bitch and how I wound up shagging her silly. I was at the bar one night drowning my sorrows in JD and shoots of Jaeger or whatever the lovely ladies at the bar decided I needed to take my mind off my sorrows. In walked the Bitch.


Now don't hiss at me. I call her that to her face every time I see her. I don't even remember her real name at this point. It was hate at first site and it hadn't changed in all the time that we reluctantly have known each other.


I really didn't feel like being fucked with. I was feeling no pain, and I wanted to keep it that way. Slowly I got up with my drink in hand and went to get some fresh air on the balcony.



There weren't many people out on the deck. Just the normal couple screwing in the corner and the ones that came outside to cool down before going back inside to sweat to the oldies. You know what I'm talking about.

I was enjoying the cool air and the moans coming from the corner, "Geeze Carla one would think you would have learned how to muzzle your woman by now." I said with a touch of bitterness. The ensuing laughter brought a reluctant to smile to my face.

"Jealous" said the voice I was trying to avoid.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I muttered.


"I'm happy to see you too, Brainless." She answered sarcastically." I heard it through the grapevine that the other half finally wised up and left your ass."


Now don't ask me what happened next. I opened my mouth to make a scathing remark and all that left me was a sob. I don't know if it was the sound of her voice saying the words or the realization that I was honestly and truly alone. Whatever it was the next thing I knew I burst into tears. Mind you, not the crocodile tears that make you want to hurt the person shedding them, but great racking sobs torn from my soul.


Next thing I know I'm in her arms and she's muttering calming nonsense into my ear. She kissed the top of my head saying "I'm sorry" over and over again.


I don't know how long we stood there before I suddenly realized that the feel of her hands rubbing my back felt really nice and that she smelled good enough to eat. The feel of her breasts against mine made me want to bend down and take a bite.

I don't think either of us became aware of when the nature of her comfort turned into something more. Her hands went from soothing to arousing parts of my body that I thought were still in mourning. She raised my head, kissed my eyebrows tenderly than traced the trail of my tears with her tongue, stopping at my mouth to give me a little nip. Her tongue tenderly traced the outline of my lips as if asking permission. I gave it by opening my mouth and letting her in with a little moan.

Her tongue explored every part of my mouth as if she was trying to memorize what I tasted like. I wrapped my hands in her hair pulling her closer and letting out a whimper to let her know not to stop.

She started to pull back from the kiss but I fought to keep her where she was. I didn't want her to say anything and ruin the moment. Finally, I let her pull back when the need for air became imperative.

She didn't say a word. We just stood there looking at each other for the longest time, ignoring the world around us and wondering what the hell was going on. She moved back to kiss me again. I put my finger on her lips to halt her progress and looked deep into her eyes to make sure that she really wanted this and wouldn't regret it come the morning. As if she knew what I was thinking, she kissed my finger and gave me a small smile to reassure me that this wasn't a mistake.


Our lips met again and we let our tongues mingle, slowly tasting each other, sucking them deep into each other's mouths. God she tasted like heaven I thought as I let my hands run down her back to her ass. I let out a deep groan when I realized that she wasn't wearing underwear.

She laughed breathlessly against my mouth and mumbled "You like that?" I answered her by kissing her hard and deep. She took my hand and guided it under her dress, running both our hands down her thighs and in between her legs, straight to the source of her pleasure and my salvation. Sweet Jesus she was wet and pierced!


I almost fell to my knees to give thanks, as my clit throbbed in agony. However, one small part of me remembered where we were and I had no desire to get myself arrested and miss out on making love to her.

I took her fingers and guided them around her labia, gathering her wetness. I removed her hand despite her protests and guided her fingers to my mouth, sucking them in one by one, rolling her taste around in my mouth like a fine wine. Sticking my tongue out so that she could suck her flavor from my tongue.


Running my hands impatiently back under her dress, I thrust my fingers deep in her, causing her to jump and clench down hard on my digits. Enjoying the scream that erupted into my mouth, I thrust hard and deep inside of her. I was not in the mood for soft and gentle on this night. I wanted her to cum hard and fast so I could take her home to do all the things that were running through my head.


Thrusting harder and deeper into her cunt while my thumb was having it's way with her clit and piercing. Pressing down on it hard in rhythm with my fingers. Feeling her wetness on my hand, running down to my wrist, wishing I could taste it flowing from its source but telling myself soon. I knew I would be doing that soon enough.


Suddenly, her body became rigid and she let out a scream announcing to one and all that she had found completion. Her muscles clenched down so tight on my fingers that I expected them to be crooked when I got them back. There was no way in hell I was removing them until she was done.

She whimpered her disappointment as I removed my hand. "Don't worry, I'm not done yet." I whispered into her ear. After she once more regained the use of her legs, I took her hand and turned to lead her back through the bar. The claps and cheers that greeted us made me blush but I cockily yelled back "PERVERTS".


Making our way through the mass of people, I heard the one song that makes me stop and dance wherever I am. This was no exception. I made a detour to the dance floor, held out my hand and waited for Bitch to accept my invitation. After a tension filled moment, she took my hand and let me pull her close. We danced cheek to cheek, barely moving, letting the rhythm carry and seduce us. "Let's go," I whispered as the song ended.



We left the club hand and hand, went to my home, and made sweet monkey love the rest of the night.

Now here it is two years later and the Bitch and I are still together. Her real name is Sabine just in case you were wondering.

This just proves that love is the other side of hate. Who was to know that the reason that we were so hostile to each other was because we were secretly lusting after each other? My friends claim they knew all along, once they started talking to me again that is.



It hasn't been easy loving her. The day after our incredible night together someone, I don't remember who, said something stupid and we didn't talk to each other for weeks. Than we saw each other at a bookstore, looked into each other's eyes, had a heavy make out session in the stacks and voila we were back together.

We moved in with each other about six months ago and have managed not to kill each other thus far.


We still fight like cats and dogs. She's still a bitch but the difference is she's MY bitch and I wouldn't have it any other way.



20 January 2004 by Dani