Spider

The third cigarette was almost burned out. maybe a couple of puffs more...
Her hand moved over his back, pressing... slightly massaging his shoulders. He felt relaxed and eased. She was an angel, he thought himself lucky to have her. She always cared for him and made love to him so fiercely and silently. He was lucky to have her.

He turned back, scooped her up in his arms and kissed her; threw her in to the bed , she was only too pleased. The evening sun gave her skin a creamy glow, she would taste like buttered cookies he thought. She always tasted good. It gave him a sense of power to command the woman a that, it filled his ego. Maybe the only thing that could fill his ego. All his life he got bullied upon and was unable to stand his ground, ever. He grapsed her and made love to her. Having her subdued in his arms like a kitten, it made him feel good. It made him feel like the bully.

She closed her eyes in bitterness, it was a nice little arrangement, a part she played well. She could have had better men in her life,and she did. But this one was an emotional fool and she just had to play along, a smile here and a tear there. She could have her own puppet doing her will. Like a spider she wrapped him up in her cocoon. He felt warm in his angel's embrace.