Another One Night Stand in L.A.

This girl had burn scars on her body which hurt a little, to be touched, so we had to be real careful, gentle. I turned her over slowly so as not to shatter her. She wanted to be fucked, badly. But only one time. It was enough to be handled again like before, but just that once. To be rolled over in the gentle flames of sex, not roasted, just warmed up at the soul a little. For old time's sake, maybe.

            And she wanted the lights to be turned down real low, so as not to be embarrassed about her scar tissue. And we had to do it sitting on her couch. And she lowered herself ever so slowly down upon me, and I could hear her groan just a little, and suck in her breath. The scarred deep red skin tight at her knees.

            But she really wanted me to come inside her. Let it go, she said, it's all right, oh yes, let it go. It had been so long. And it wasn't so easy finding someone who would understand just what was needed, and how to do it so that it didn't hurt so much.