a night without love
She lay naked in the dark watching the reflection of the neon blue numbers of the alarm clock reflect upon the ceiling. She put her hands behind her head and listened to the deep breathing of the man lying next to her. She had met him a few weeks ago, a friend of a friend sort of thing as it went, and while you couldn’t call them aquaintences anymore, they were barely starting a new friendship. She sighed quietly in thought. The night had brought lust and passion for the carnal pleasures of man and they both, without much struggle, gave into it willingly.
He had showered her with compliments, telling her how much he was attracted to her. She had heard all this before from many lips, many times and didn’t care much anymore whether or not the words were ever true. She almost laughed at the thought that she wasn’t even past her prime and she no longer believed in love, not the romantic kind anyway. Life was short and full of heartache, so why not have fun while it lasted?
He had told her he wasn’t sure they should be doing anything since he was leaving in a month, that he didn’t want to leave her with feelings of regret and disappointment. She smiled secretly in the dark, there was no regret. She was also going off to school in the fall, leaving all of this behind her. She could start somewhere fresh and new, a clean slate. It was what she wanted. Around here, people only ever knew her as the ‘good girl’ and couldn’t believe she could be anything else. They tried protecting her from guys ‘like him,’ saying it was for her own good.
What the hell did they know? They didn’t know her and had never seen the wild, daring side of her. To them, she was a dependent little girl with no thought of her own, no will with which to guide herself by. This was her secret to keep. No one would know what had aspired here tonight in this basement room. There had been no love-making this night, it had nothing to do with love. And she liked it that way. It was easy to separate sex from love, because when you put the two together they could be deadly.
She wondered for a quick moment what she would do if she got pregnant, the thought haunted her for a few moments then passed from her mind. She told herself she would cross that bridge when it came. He was a nice enough guy, but she already knew she didn’t want a commited relationship with him, perhaps even anyone for that matter. She had been hurt before when she was younger, by an adult who shouldn’t be drawn to the attentions of a five-year-old child. It had given her nightmares and repressed memories that she wanted nothing to do with. It had only added to the fact that she didn’t want emotions involved this time around. She had never met a nice guy in her life, at least not one that was attracted to her sexually.
She turned onto her side, trying to get the wood from between the wall and the bed out of the crick in her back.
- side note, this is not finished but up for reading and comments anyhow
He had showered her with compliments, telling her how much he was attracted to her. She had heard all this before from many lips, many times and didn’t care much anymore whether or not the words were ever true. She almost laughed at the thought that she wasn’t even past her prime and she no longer believed in love, not the romantic kind anyway. Life was short and full of heartache, so why not have fun while it lasted?
He had told her he wasn’t sure they should be doing anything since he was leaving in a month, that he didn’t want to leave her with feelings of regret and disappointment. She smiled secretly in the dark, there was no regret. She was also going off to school in the fall, leaving all of this behind her. She could start somewhere fresh and new, a clean slate. It was what she wanted. Around here, people only ever knew her as the ‘good girl’ and couldn’t believe she could be anything else. They tried protecting her from guys ‘like him,’ saying it was for her own good.
What the hell did they know? They didn’t know her and had never seen the wild, daring side of her. To them, she was a dependent little girl with no thought of her own, no will with which to guide herself by. This was her secret to keep. No one would know what had aspired here tonight in this basement room. There had been no love-making this night, it had nothing to do with love. And she liked it that way. It was easy to separate sex from love, because when you put the two together they could be deadly.
She wondered for a quick moment what she would do if she got pregnant, the thought haunted her for a few moments then passed from her mind. She told herself she would cross that bridge when it came. He was a nice enough guy, but she already knew she didn’t want a commited relationship with him, perhaps even anyone for that matter. She had been hurt before when she was younger, by an adult who shouldn’t be drawn to the attentions of a five-year-old child. It had given her nightmares and repressed memories that she wanted nothing to do with. It had only added to the fact that she didn’t want emotions involved this time around. She had never met a nice guy in her life, at least not one that was attracted to her sexually.
She turned onto her side, trying to get the wood from between the wall and the bed out of the crick in her back.
- side note, this is not finished but up for reading and comments anyhow

