Monday, May 3, 2010


Just after midnight, I push my front door open and walk inside. My thighs hurt. My whole body hurts. It’s been years since I’ve engaged in mating. Considering I just turned thirty-one . . . oh Jesus. I shake my head once I count out five years. I stop there, not wanting to further embarrass myself. I head straight for my bathroom where I pull out my rolodex of medications. Each alphabetized by name, in small zip-lock pouches. I run my fingers over the letters until I reach the letter P. I find the pouch with Plan B written on it and see the post-it note inside with the large word expired written in black sharpie.

“Oh fuck.”

I pop the pouch off the tracks and set it down on my sink counter. I had no other option. I had to go to the pharmacy first thing in the morning. I’d have to leave my house. I’d have to drive to Rite Aid. I’d have to go inside of Rite Aid. “Breathe Madison,” I whispered to myself before stepping away from the counter and turning to start the shower. I could smell him on me. All musky. Smelling of . . . man.

Oh dear God, his penis was inside of me. But, it felt good . . .? Right? I mean, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I had an orgasm. I screamed. I cursed. He man handled my boobs. I like that he man handled my boobs. I pulled my dress off and looked at my naked body in the mirror. There were scratches above my breasts where his fingers dug in to me. Bruises forming on my hip bones. Was it wrong that I wanted more? I wanted him to tear my body apart? How do I make that happen? Send him a thank you card asking him for another round?

Early the next morning I sat down at my computer and typed in Plan B to see if the drug has changed at all in the last few years. It was the same pill as before, but I discovered there was a card one could print out to discreetly hand to the pharmacist requesting the pill. Life just got eight times easier. I quickly printed it out and marked the box requesting to purchase the pill. I shoved it in my front pocket, grabbed my purse and keys and headed to the garage.

I crawled into my old, beat up car and opened the garage door behind me. I checked all the mirrors twice to make sure they were in their right positions before pulling on my seat belt. I started the car and slowly backed out, stopping at the curb to look both ways before continuing on my way.

I took a deep breath before I climbed out of my car and headed into Rite Aid. I looked around at the people around me, and they all looked at me suspiciously. Did I have sex written on my forehead? They knew why I was here. I stood in line for the pharmacy and when it was finally my time, I locked eyes with the man in front of me.

“Hi, can I help you?”

I nodded my head and stepped forward, sliding the piece of paper across the counter to him. He picked it up, read it and nodded his head. I grimly smiled back at him and walked away. I wandered around the store for a bit, and found myself staring at the take home pregnancy tests. What if Plan B doesn’t work and he inseminated me? The devil sperm could be declaring war on my eggs right this instant. I turned on my heel and headed right back to the pharmacy where the same gentleman from before smiled at me and placed a white bag on top of the counter. I handed over my money, and he handed over the bag.

The nice thing about Plan B is that it doesn’t harm me. It just kills the devil sperm. They thought they could declare war, but they had no idea I was about to drop a nuke. How could I even put myself into this situation? It felt so good though. He made his point that he’s not gay. I made my point too, whatever that may be, I had no idea. I have a working vagina? That would have to settle for now.

Once I pulled back into my driveway, his truck was gone, and his house was dark. Luckily I escaped the awkward morning after conversation. ”Hi, how are you?” “Good, just went and got Plan B.” “Oh good call, well I’ll see you around.”

Once back inside of my house I pulled the box out of the white bag and set it down on the kitchen counter before retrieving a glass from the cupboard. I filled it up with water and sat down at the breakfast bar and prepared myself for the nuclear bomb. I opened the box and popped the white pill out of its holding cell and shoved it in my mouth. I washed it down with the water and sighed deeply. Goodbye devil sperm. I held the box in my hand and flipped it around in curiosity. Plan B® One-Step does not protect against HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases (STDs).

“Oh fuck.”

I tried not to think about any possible disease growing in my under region as I threw myself back into my book. My deadline for my first draft was fast approaching and I still had an ending to figure out. What was going to happen with the mass murderer? I heard a knock on my door and glanced over at the clock to see it was just after three in the afternoon. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Unless of course, it was him. I wasn’t expecting him though. Or should I be? Are you supposed to follow up two days after having sex? Were there rules I was unaware of? I tidied up my desk and headed to the front door. I pulled it open and no one was there. Just as I was about to shut my door my eyes landed on the white teddy bear with its arms wrapped around a bottle of wine, flowers resting across it’s feet, a note lying on top. I was immediately peeved. Flowers should never be on their side. The only time they should be on their side is if you were to lay them on a casket or a grave. Was I dead to him?

Dinner 8PM?

I rolled my eyes at how adolescent his note was. A teddy bear? Really? I left the things there and closed the door behind me. I made the short trek to his door and knocked gently two times. He swung the door open and smiled at me.

“Look, no need to be all romantic. If all you want is the occasional lay then just call me. Or knock on my door. I have no problem with being neighbors with benefits, but I’m knee deep in my book right now. So how about in the morning?”

“Yeah sure. Works for me. I have to be out of the house by nine though.”

“Six it is. See you then.” I spun on my heel and headed off his porch and back to my door. I left the flowers where they were, and the teddy bear, but scooped up the bottle of wine. I headed back into my house and set the wine down on the counter and my eyes grew wide. I just made a date for sex? A 6AM date for sex? Of course the minute my eyes landed on him, my body began to talk and completely shut down my brain. If my brain had been functioning the first thing I would have asked him is if he was clean. If he had been tested lately. Slept with any whores lately. Oh dear God. He slept with me! I’m a whore!

I worked through the night on the closing chapters of my book and when I finally glanced at the clock it was nearly 5:30. I cleaned up shop and headed to my bedroom to brush my teeth and hair. I glanced at myself in the mirror to evaluate my wardrobe. Red and black plaid flannel pants and a red tank top. It was going to end up on the floor anyways, so what did it matter? I glanced around the room one last time before making my way downstairs. I locked up my house good and tight before heading over to his door. I knocked twice and when he answered the door a smile slowly crept onto his face. His eyes lingering around my chest. “Are you going to let me in? Or are we doing this on the porch?”

He grabbed onto my hand and pulled my body into his, kissing me on my lips. This time I kissed back. I hear the door shut behind me and he pulled away from me, only to drag me up to his bedroom. “Before we start, I have some questions and ground rules.”

“Okay?” He raised an eyebrow at me and I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You have to wear a condom. If I tell you to stop, you stop. What happens in this house, stays in this house. Are you clean?”

“Am I clean?”

“Yeah. Disease-wise?”

“Clean as an arrow.”

“You mean straight as an arrow?”

“Yeah that too.”

He stepped forward and nudged his way between my legs. His hands running up the back of my head. My eyes closed involuntarily at his touch and I felt the rough scrap of his beard against my neck. “Oh, one last thing. Next time, shave.”

“That might be a problem later on, now shut up. You told me to shut up, now I’m telling you to shut up.”

So I did as he said. I kept my mouth shut except for the moans escaping through my lips whenever his fingers rolled over a sensitive part of my body. I arched into him and in moments I could feel myself transform into the nymphomaniac I once was in a past life. I pulled my shirt off, then his. Stripped myself of my pants, and then his. He walked away momentarily and when he came back I noticed there was now a condom suctioned around his erection. I stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, and he spread my knees apart as far as they could go, before he violently forced himself upon me. My fingers dug into his back as my legs quivered at the sudden intrusion. He withdrew and slam into me harder this time. It was going to be a rough morning. “If I lay down, will you grab my tits?” I ask him in short breaths as he continues to rock into me. He stopped shortly and looked into my eyes.


I unraveled my arms from around his upper body and fell back onto the bed. I brought my feet up onto the edge of the bed and his hands rested on my knees as he found a steady, yet heart-racing pace. He finally leaned forward and grabbed onto my boobs giving them a tight squeeze. His thumbs rolling over my nipples in the most exquisite synchronized formation. After a few moments of the same thing I couldn’t help but feel a little bored, my arousal dropping off a little bit. “Come on Craig, you gonna fuck me or continue to cradle me?”

His eyes darkened and for a moment he looked pissed off. “What else do you want me to do?”

“I want bruises. Give me bruises, and scratches. I don’t want to walk for the rest of the day.”

“You’re such a fucking freak,” he grinned before he leaned down onto me, taking a nipple into his mouth. He was pushing his dick so hard into me, I could hear the bed frame slamming against the wall. “That better?”

“Oh fuck.”


  1. haha...who knew...she could be a little crazy...haha but then I guess that would happen to the best of us

  2. I think he needs to gather all the advice he can from his friends, she might be more of a freak than he knows what to do with.

    Hang on Craig I think you're in for a wild ride!

  3. A bed frame slamming into the walls, won't the neighbours complain? Oh yeah, Craig is the neighbour! Go ahead then.

  4. I'm typing from the floor... I was laughing so hard I literally fell out of my chair! (Thank god for my roll-up keyboard*)
    This story is so great! And, as a side note, even though my friend will read this and probably yell at me (She's in lust with Craig*)... ummm... I want bruises from Craig Adams! lol

    Can't wait for the next update!

  5. I am so glad you are back to writing this story...woohoo!! Got caught up on both chapters and loved them!

  6. Who doesn't want bruises from Craig?! What a man.

    PS: I soooo want to be Madison.

  7. Hahahaha OCD and a Freak in Bed!
    I want Craig for a's not fair. : (

    I can't wait to see where this she gonna fall for him?? Does he fall for her?

  8. Oh holy mother of God. Craig Adams never seemed so fucking hot. I don't know if I can even handle this. All I want is for Craig to move in next door to me.

    Madison has me cracking up with her over-analytical OCD ways. Straight and narrow during the day, crazy freak at night. Needless to say, I love her.

    I am so friggin excited to see how this all plays out. Forever the occasional hook-up? Or something more serious?

    “I want bruises. Give me bruises, and scratches. I don’t want to walk for the rest of the day.”
    ^^And this? Every. Girl's. Dream. ;P

  9. again, i laughed out loud during that

    okay, and i must comment as i read this, craig sounds hotter and hotter everyy minutee. and i just realized someone said that same thing.

    you have to keep writing this. like....LOTS : )

  10. holy hell. I don't even know how to respond to this update.
    I laughed my ass off when she says devil sperm. lol

  11. sooo i fricken love this story!
    i'm so happy you're writing it again! <333