Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 31 )
She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, ‘They are yours and everything else is yours too!’ so saying, she shrugged off her nightdress and stood before me naked and unashamed. She allowed me to savour the moment, then pulled back the covers and slid in to my bed.
‘Hurry up, Jack! I want something to keep me warm,’ I soon understood her meaning and proceeded to undress, until I too was naked. Mary sat up in bed licking her lips, the thought crossed my mind,’ Am I to be her next meal?’ not that unpleasant a thought.
I turned back the covers and appraised Mary’s naked body, she lay there smiling with not a trace of shame. But from my viewpoint she had very little, if anything to be ashamed of, just the opposite in fact. I think the term a lot of men would use to describe Mary’s body is ripe and she certainly was, in every way.
She came into my arms with a teasing smile on her lips and said, ‘Treat me gently, Jack, its been a long time since I had a man,’ then she kissed me passionately and all thoughts of gentleness were gone as we writhed together on the bed.
Mary was such a revelation after my wife, Isabelle, whose idea of love making, with me at any rate, was far from exciting. Mary on the other hand was a very willing participant matching me thrust for thrust. My first time with her, I admit to my shame did not last very long, I got a trifle over excited.
It was of no matter to Mary, she soon had me aroused and ready for more. I thought this is how love making should be, a couple of equals sharing the pleasures that only their bodies could give. Mary was very adept at giving pleasure. But of course that was her profession, once again my heart had ruled my head.
It was only later, when I found out the truth, That I realised what a love struck fool I had been. And once more my naivety had brought about my downfall.
(C) Damian Grange 2018