In The Middle Of The Night

I wish I could set the proper mood of this story I am about to relate to you by saying it was a dark and stormy night, or that there was a full moon, or perhaps anything else, but in truth I am neither a werewolf nor particularly evil; I am instead quite insane. That's on my better days. I never know from one day to the next what might strike my fancy or to what lengths I might go for a thrill. Nothing as far as I am concerned is taboo.1

I realized long ago that I was different. Pulling a girl's pigtails was not enough for me, I found drowning one much more fun. Of course, everybody thought it was an accident. I cried and said how I had tried to save her and everyone told me that it was all right, that I'd done all I could, that indeed I was a hero for trying. What a laugh. They were right, I'd done all I could. Once a person was dead, there just wasn't a lot left you could do to them.2

It started when a was a child, I had two new born chicks and two ducklings. I put them in a shoe box to keep them and they suffocated. I was very disappointed that I couldn't play with them anymore, but I was fascinated by their deaths. It wasn't until I drowned that girl, that I killed my first human.3

Billy was a pushover. It was so easy to talk him into walking on the edge of the old railway bridge. I did it first and then he did it to show that he was as brave as I was. One little push and he screamed all the way down to the dry river bed a hundred feet or so below. He was quite dead by the time I got down to him, all mangled and bloody. The sad thing, it seems you can only kill a person once.4

That was many years ago and the joy and the thrill of killing has never left me. I've killed thirty-nine humans now. Anyway, I digress. Allow me to continue. The night was neither stormy nor was there a full moon. It was actually very pleasant. It had been a warm day and the evening was cooler, but no jacket was necessary. The sky was full of the bright tiny heavenly bodies and a light breeze blew gently through my dark hair. 5

Women usually found me attractive. My sky blue eyes melted their hearts and my muscular build and narrow waist promised good sex. I had a rugged appearance, yet handsome. I was dressed in western apparel, black cowboy hat, black boots, blue jeans and western cut shirt with pearl snap-on buttons.6

I went to the Golden Saloon, a large country western club with a dance floor and a live band. The lighting was dim, except for the stage. However, my eyes quickly adjusted and I began looking for a woman to spend the night with.7

I wanted a pretty woman who was by herself. There seemed to be several women unattached at the bar. I sat at the bar and considered the free women. I ordered a Coke and lit up a Benson and Hedges menthol.8

A blonde caught my attention, but she was drawing the interest of a lot of men. She was out on the dance floor almost every other dance, but she didn't stick with one guy. She was obviously having a good time, I couldn't tell if she was seriously hunting or just playing it up because of her looks. She was a fine looker. She wore quite tight fitting hot-pink, jean-cut slacks, a blue western-cut shirt with white tassels, and blue and white boots. 9

Her figure was perfection. A slender body with luscious curves that exuded sex. Her long straight, silky blonde hair came down to the middle of her back and she parted it in the center. I wondered if it were natural. I planned to find out. I intended to find out quickly if she was available or just playing games.10

I walked up to her when she seated herself at the bar again and said, “May I have the next dance?” I looked confidently into her eyes and she met my gaze evenly.11

“And why, mister, should I dance with you?” she said, smiling.12

“Because I'm better than the others,” I replied and grinned.13

“I have serious doubts.”14

“Only one way to know. Let's dance.”15

“You'd better not be lying,” she said with an impish glint in her deep brown eyes. Damn cute and sexy she was.16

“My name is Nathan, you may call me Nat.”17

“I'm Emily and Emily will do just fine, Nat.”18

I led her out to the dance floor and twirled her around in about every way known. It was a medium paced song and easy to dance to. 19

As we left the dance floor, I said, “Let's get a table.”20

“I don't know.”21

“I'm the best dancer here, aren't I?”22

“Maybe,” she admitted.23

“I want you to join me.”24

“I think you want more than that,” she said.25

“Maybe,” I answered and laughed. 26

She smiled, saying, “You're a cool one, aren't you?”27

“Perhaps, but you're one hot lady.”28

She smiled again and she joined me at a table in a dark corner away from the band and bar. A waitress dressed in a short red skirt and top served us. She had dark hair and a perpetual smile. Emily was drinking bourbon and coke. She was already feeling good, but I could tell by the way she was nursing her drink that she wanted to stay clear headed.29

“The drinks are on me,” I told the waitress.30

“I buy my own,” countered Emily and the waitress grinned even wider. She was running a tab and I was paying with cash.31

“Okay, lady. Have it your way.”32

“I'm not an easy pick-up,” she said seriously.33

“And I'm not easy to please,” I returned playfully.34

“You sure are full of yourself,” she said and then laughed.35

“Are you here to play games, or to score? I guess we might as well get that question out of the way.”36

A look of surprise crossed her face. For several moments there was silence between us. I waited patiently for her answer.37

“You certainly don't mind laying your cards on the table,” she said finally. “A girl usually likes a little more romance, swept off her feet, not being sacked like a quarterback.”38

“Well now that you brought it up, I would like very much to have you in the sack.”39

She broke into uncontrolled laughter. When she regained her composure, she said flat out, “If you fuck as good as you dance, I'm in for a treat.”40

“I promise you'll have a time you'll never forget,” I assured her and gave her a wide smile.41

“I don't doubt it. Why are we wasting time sitting here?” she asked humorously.42

“Let's take your car and go to your place,” I told her. "Let me grab my bag."43

“You came prepared. I can see you weren't planning to leave alone.”44

“Were you?” I asked. She only smiled.45

She followed me to my car and I got my bag out of the trunk. Then we climbed into her new metallic-red Mustang. It still had the factory scent.46

It turned out that she lived in a two bedroom house with a black and white cat. She led me to her bedroom, which had the usual furnishings. There was a queen-size, four post bed. 47

Emily immediately pulled my shirt open with the buttons snapping as they unfastened. I was proud of my hairy chest and she seemed to be pleased as well. She was unwrapping me as a child might open a Christmas present.48

“I thought you wanted romance,” I said, laughing.49

“Damn the romance, let's fuck!”50

I let her finish stripping me down and then I returned the favor fervently, helping her out of her clothing. Her body was as lovely as I expected. Medium tits with average arealos, a narrow waist, luscious hips blending into soft supple legs. Natural hair with a wisp of it at her pubis, which didn't interfere with her pussy. Her inner lips appeared at her slit. I elected to dine on her vulva first.51

Obviously she enjoyed my attention. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I enjoyed her taste. Then I worked my way up her body licking her with my tongue. Squeezing each breast painfully and sucking, she groaned as I addressed them, her hands tightly gripping my shoulders. 52

Suffocating her with deep kisses our tongues played together. She found my dick and massaged and stroked it. When I was large, throbbing, bulging, and rock hard, she guided me inside her. I fucked her hard, deeply, and slowly. She gyrated her hips to my motion vigorously. She definitely was no novice. I continued roughly caressing her bosom as we fucked. I paced myself to last, occasionally some of my semen would escape. She had several orgasms. Finally, I gave her my load, blasting inside of her. I kept thrusting until I was too soft to stay in.53

“Wow! You are good!” she said, breathing deeply. We were both sweaty.54

“You're not bad yourself,” I told her. “Rest up, and will have another go.” We kissed and cuddled for a while.55

“Nathan, I want to know more about you. Are you married?”56

“Yes.”57

“Does your wife know you cheat?”58

“Probably, but she and I have never discussed it.”59

“Do you have children?” she asked.60

“Two girls.”61

“Are you going to see me again?”62

“No.”63

A tense silence filled the room.64

“We've had a good time,” I said. “Let's not spoil it now.”65

“All I am is a one night stand to you?”66

“You will be more than that.” I said. “I'd like to try something with you.”67

“What's that?”68

“I'd like to tie you up so you can't move and fuck you again,” I explained.69

“You're not going to hurt me, are you?” she asked.70

“No,” I lied. “It's just something I've always wanted to do.”71

“Okay, it might be fun,” she agreed.72

I opened my bag and got out some yellow nylon rope. Taking out a small pocket knife, I cut a piece of rope and tied her right hand to the bed post, I did the same with left hand and then both of her feet, all secured tightly. She now lay spread eagle on her bed. 73

“You really came prepared,” she observed.74

I climbed on top of her and began kissing her again, but harder than before. She responded eagerly. It took twenty minutes before I regained my hard. I found her hole and fucked her hard and fast. I tormented her tits. She nearly cried in pain, but seemed to find some pleasure in it. I could tell she had another orgasm. When I became too soft to stay in, I got up.75

“What are you going to do now?” she asked.76

“I'm thinking. Now that I've got you where I want you, there are several things to consider.”77

“What things?”78

“I'll tell you as soon as I decide.”79

“Are you just going to leave me here tied up like this?”80

“Yes,” I told her. “I believe I will.”81

“I could die here.”82

“Yes,” I replied simply.83

“I need to go to the bathroom.” she pleaded.84

“One or two?”85

“One.”86

“You may as well pee,” I told her and laughed.87

“You jerk!”88

“I said pee!”89

“God, you bastard!”90

It was several minutes before she could make herself urinate, but finally she pissed herself.91

I got her panties from the floor and a piece of nylon rope and said, “Open your mouth. I wouldn't want you to scream.”92

She tightly closed her mouth.93

“You may as well open your mouth, trying to keep it closed is futile.”94

I pinched her nose shut and after a minute she gasped for air. I shoved her panties into her mouth and tied them in place with the rope. Tears streaked her cheeks.95

“Sorry, but I'd rather not hear you scream.” 96

I got a pair of latex gloves out of my bag, put them on, and went into her kitchen. I got a sauce pan, filled it with water and set it on the stove to heat. I found a serrated butcher knife and went back into the bedroom. She made as much noise as she could and nodded her head back and forth. I stabbed her deeply just under her ribcage and cut a large opening from there downward. It was difficult, but I was finally able to remove her heart. I took her heart into the kitchen and immersed it in the boiling water. Washing my gloved hands of the blood, I then dried them on a hand towel. I went into her living room and watched television while her heart cooked. 97

After thirty minutes, I returned to the kitchen and got a plate, steak knife and fork. I found some Heinz 57 steak sauce in a cabinet. I went back into the living room and ate her heart as I watched television. It actually tasted quite good. I had wondered how a heart would taste. It had boiled long enough to be tender. I cleaned up the dishes, got my bag, took her car back to the club, and got my own. I drove away.98

I knew it was crazy and it wasn't the best meat I'd eaten, but it was a thrill and the whole experience had been fun.99