Intrusive Thoughts

Just slit it.

No, no, no! I can’t slit this man’s neck. We just made love. Sweet, slow, concentrated love. So many emotions and feelings released from the both of us and now he’s sound asleep. My naked body is pressed against his: my breast placed firmly against his chest, my arm wrapped around his side, my face pressed in the crook of his neck. His vein pulsing on my cheek.

At least bite it.

No! I’m not a vampire.  Feeling, almost hearing the blood pump through him made me tingle inside. My leg slid against his; the contrast of his hairy leg against my smooth made for more friction creating even more arousal. My hand slid from  his ribcage down to the top of his thigh then back to its original placement. The thumping continued.

How long would it take to go downstairs and get a knife?

I can’t slit his throat. That would kill him. Why do I want to kill him?

I don’t want to kill him!

But could you imagine if you did?

It would be such a mess. From the movies when they slit throats, it shoots out. Or they do the slow ooze out. 

I think the spurts of blood would give a better effect.

One slice and the blood would shoot all over me and the walls. Probably create a silhouette of me posed over him with the knife on the wall.

Caught.

I’d be caught either way!

He’s so warm. He just shifted and I felt his pulse increase a bit. But it went back to its regular pace. His breathing. It’s calm but he does snore.

Even more of a reason to get the knife.

No! Snoring is normal. Not worth killing someone.

I sniffed his neck. Even after exerting himself with me, his cologne smelled as if he just sprayed it. I took another sniff, his vein pulsing against my lips now. I opened my eyes. There was enough light and my eyes were adjusted to be able to see his frame in the dark. I slid my hand over his stomach. A few prickly hairs as a result of him trimming his body hair. From his stomach my hands glided over his 6 pack up to his pectorals then back to his side. I took in a deep breath because the pulses never stopped and the sensation to attack wasn’t subsiding.

Do it.

I pulled my body away from his; his arm that was wrapped around me fell back to the bed as I maneuvered out of the covers. I tiptoed around the bed to the sliding door. I made sure to slide it gently so as to not wake him. The floor was cold but I needed to get down the stairs, which were undoubtedly going to be noisy.  I cut the tiptoeing and walked normally to speed it up and emerged into the kitchen. I could see all the obstacles that were in my way thanks to the stove light. I sashayed around the island and came to the cutting block. All the knives rested in their respective holds waiting to be used.

Grab the big one.

No!  I’m not down here for that.

I walked to the refrigerator, opened the door to the blinding light and grabbed a water bottle. I quickly untwisted the top and took several needed sips. I exhaled then closed the door. My left hand gripped the bottle as my right floated over the counter. 

Slice him.

No! No! I took careful steps as I returned upstairs. I walked into the bedroom and as I lifted my right hand to close the door, the glimmer of the blade caught

 my eye.

Slice him!

I gasped.

“Babe, you okay?” He asked me.

My heart was beating uncontrollably as I still rested against him, my arm wrapped around his torso, and his pulsing neck against my face.

“Yea, just a bad dream.”

My right hand was numb from laying on top of it, but at least no knife.

He turned his head back and immediately fell asleep. I took a deep breath.

Bite him.

I took his scent in again. Maybe just a nibble.Dann these intrusive thoughts I lifted my face so his neck rested on my lips again; I licked them and planted a kiss on the pulses. No, no. I’ll bite it him some other time.