I've always wondered what it would be like to love unconditionally... What it would be like to extinguish the fire within, the beast that never seems to calm. I never thought I could be truly happy, everything changed when I met her... She had the same... underlying darkness...
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Underlying darkness
Underlying darkness
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"Does this ever get easier?" I ask my best friend Ryan as he belts out a hearty laugh "Dude, women are never easy! You think just cause she was a slut that she would just forget about the night you guys had?" I cock my eyebrow and grin "I mean she could at least take a hint. Aren't there about a billion other guys out there? You know, someone who can give this girl what she wants? Surely I'm not the only man who can satisfy her". Ever since I spent the night with Sahara she has been calling me and when I don't answer she texts me. She even tried to show up at my condo a few times to convince me that we were "meant to be". I laughed in her face, the irony in the statement was just icing on the cake. I met this girl in a strip club. She was the main attraction stripper, said to never have been tied down by any man. This woman spent one night with me and now she won't leave me alone. "God man, how do you do it? Every woman you sleep with thinks you're their superman. What the hell do you do? You must have some spell you cast on these chicks, come on, gimme your secret!" Ryan practically begs pulling me out of my trance. "Honestly I have no idea what you're talking about. I merely have sex with who I want, when I want, and where I want. If they have some type of fixation with me, that's on them. I tell them beforehand that all I want is some hot sex. They just look too much into it because they've never had a man like me." Ryan rolled his eyes at my arrogant statement and retorts "I still think you're holding out on me, but hey go ahead and keep your secrets". Oh if he only knew, he would run for the hills. I have this problem with what I like to call it my "underlying darkness". With women it takes the form of a superior sexual agenda, I like it rough... AND pleasurable. But with other males... I turn into a monster, the true monster I am. Women think it's a game and sexy because they get one hell of a night. What they don't realize is that when that darkness takes control, there is nothing that can stop it until it takes what it wants. Women think it makes me a mystery or that I'm playing hard to get. They don't know what I've done or what I'm capable of. How I can hurt someone so easily and not remember doing such things. This darkness... it doesn't descriminate, it doesn't FEEL, it's like I'm just a shell for a deeper and more damning demon.
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