Ever since I met that woman, my life has gone to shit. It’s like she’s put a curse on me and is enjoying watching me fall. I’m hopeless, but this bottle of whiskey helps me deal with all of the bullshit that’s been flung in my direction. Fuck it all, I keep thinking.

And then my phone rings. I glance down and I see her name. “Virginia.” Vi. God dammit. I answer the phone and mutter, “What do you want?” I’m bitter. I’m an asshole and the world should hate me. I’m going to make them hate me.

“I’m just calling to check in on you,” she says. Her voice is soft and sweet. She sounds… nice.

“Why you doing that?” I ask. “I thought you hated me.”

“Marshall, I don’t hate you at all,” she says. “I just needed some space the other day.”

“Fine,” I groan.

“Anyway, I heard on the radio the other day that you got suspended,” she says. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble. “I guess we don’t have as much on the suspect as I thought.”

“Uh, didn’t you catch him in the act of fleeing? Isn’t that enough?” she asks. I smile. My girl.

“You’d think,” I laugh. “But turns out his family has some clout in this town. Wealthy. They most likely donated to the mayor’s campaign too. Anyway, he won’t take the deal. He won’t reveal anything about anyone. He’s lawyering up.”

“Do you need anything?” she asks.

Yeah. I need you. I need you to be here with me. I need to wrap my hands around that waist of yours and I need to kiss your sweet lips. I need to feel myself slip inside of you. I need to hear your heavy breathing as we move in oceanic rhythm. I need you now.

“Want to come over? I could use some company,” I say.

“I’ll be over in a half hour,” she says. “Stay put.” My Vi.

She arrives at my doorstep in less than fifteen minutes and, boy, am I drunk. I open the door and she looks at me for a good 15 seconds before saying anything. Then, she bursts out laughing. “Are you joking, Marshall?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” I ask her, smiling a little. “Come on in, darling.”

“Oh God, I could smell the whiskey from a mile away,” she says, walking inside. “Well, if you’re going to open your door this drunk, at least offer me a glass.”

“No glasses here. Only bottles,” I say. “Tonight, we drink as if our sorrows depend upon it.”

“But it’s just 4pm,” she smiles.

“It’ll be night soon enough, my dear.” I grab the bottle and hand it to her. We both mechanically make our way to the couch and I sprawl myself out. To my surprise and delight, she lays across my lap and wraps her arms around me.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I know you’re going through a lot.”

“Eh, it’s fine,” I say. “I know I can be a little hard to handle sometimes. I’m kind of a prick.”

“You’re learning,” she laughs.

“The thing I don’t understand is what he said to me,” I tell her. “He told us the woman involved has already begun manipulating us. I just don’t get it.”

“He said that?” her eyes widen. “I wonder what he meant by that.”

“I can’t get it out of my damn head,” I say. “It’s driving me crazy.”

“Well, try and calm down. Here, let me help you,” she says. She runs her hands across my shoulders and squeezes gently. “You’re working too damn hard, Marshall. You need to take breaks every now and then.”

She’s right. I am working too hard. I always have overworked myself and now it’s starting to wear on me. This job is too much with too little pay. What’s going to happen if I take those bandits down anyway? Nothing. Nothing at all. Will I get a bonus? Fuck no. Maybe a promotion. Maybe. I’ve done better in my years and they barely gave me a thank you. No, in this business they give you a standing ovation and a pat on the back. Then they tell you to get back out there and keep at it. It’s all fine and dandy until you realize you’re older with nothing to show for it.

I exhale all my problems and close my eyes. She runs her hands across my abs and I start to relax. Still, I can’t get what’s been bugging me out of my mind. I just can’t wrap my head around things. “Who is this woman?” I ask her as if she has all the answers. Of course, she has no idea. She’s more clueless on this thing than I am. “What is she up to?”

Her hands get tense. “I wish I could help you,” she kisses my cheek and holds her lips there, breathing lightly. I feel my cock start to rise. I need her. Fuck, I need her.

“You can help me,” I say.

“How?” she asks, even if she already knows the answer. “What can I do for you?”

“Help me open up,” I say, opening my eyes again. “I want to feel close to you again.”

She climbs over me slowly until her ass is directly over me. She’s wearing a short silky dress and the view I have is perfect. Suddenly, I forget all of my troubles. They all wash the hell away. “There’s my girl,” I kiss her thigh and run my hand up her dress.

She gives a hushed moan and bites her lip. She grabs my cock lightly and I feel her saliva fall across the tip. “Fuck,” I whisper. “I’ve missed your touch.”

“Yeah, baby? Did you miss this?” she asks, swirling her tongue around the base like it’s a lollipop.

“Yes, ma’am.” My eyes widen and my breath quickens. I kiss the curve of her thigh. I keep kissing until I can’t hold back any longer. When I feel her mouth open around my shaft, I suck on the edges of her lips. I lick up, meeting her clit, and I feel as she starts to let go.

“You’re all I need,” I whisper, pushing myself deeper inside her. I feel the back of her throat grow wetter as she holds it open. “My dirty, filthy woman.”

“I like it when you call me that,” she whispers, pushing her body off of mine. She walks over to my wall and puts two hands firmly across the center. “Now, show this dirty girl how you fuck.”

I quickly take the rest of my clothing. It only takes one small movement on her part to be fully naked in front of me. She’s a goddess. Thick, beautiful, with enough curves to leave me satisfied. I reach out and grab a fistful of her ass. My cock won’t stop growing. She reaches behind her and takes it in her hand.

“My God,” she says, excited and surprised.

“Miss it?” I ask her.

“I dream about this dick, Marshall,” she says. She knows exactly what I want to hear.

She puts the tip against her lips. I wrap my leather belt around her waist and close it in tight. I hold the end of the belt and push myself in deep. “Ohhhh shit,” she moans. Her cheek hits the wall and she gulps in a giant breath of satisfied air. I pull back on the belt and manage to push in deeper.

I feel the wall of her pussy close in around me. I’m soon enclosed by the purest feeling known to man. People go to war over this shit. People die over pussy like this. Somehow, I have her. Somehow, she’s mine. The craziest part about this is that I might not be able to let her go. I might need to make her mine forever.

I pull out and press my cheek against hers. I whisper, “Beg for it. Beg for this cock.”

“Please, Marshall,” she pleads. “Give me that cock. You know how much I need it.”

I keep a firm hold around the belt and tighten it further. “You’re not going anywhere until I cum. Got it?” She nods immediately. I slide myself back in and notice that she’s much wetter than before. In fact, she’s fucking dripping all over me. I reach down and move two wet fingers over her clit. I begin to pound her, holding on to the belt with my free hand.

“Yes!” she screams. “Harder!”

I love a girl who can take the heat. A man like me needs a wild woman and Virginia is the definition of wild. I keep holding on tight and, as I fuck her harder, I feel her push her ass back in time with each of my thrusts. I can barely hold back. She’s going to make me fucking cum.

I immediately pull out and let go of the belt. “Get on the bed,” I say, motioning behind me.

She falls flat on her back. “Now, play with yourself,” I tell her, stroking my cock. “I want to watch you.”

I spit on her pussy and watch as she slides two fingers inside, spreading her lips apart. I’m obsessed with her body. I’m perverted to the core because of her, and I don’t give a damn. I lust after her, but more than that, I’m obsessed with her. She’s all I can think about at the station. Even when I’m interrogating Elroy, I can’t get my mind off her. I don’t care if this all somehow ends in flames. I know that I needed to meet this woman because she’s already changed who I am. Now, my life is profoundly different.

“I’m cumming,” she whispers. “Marshall, fuck me. I’m cumming.” She begins to shake. She looks at me right in the eyes and my heart breaks into a million fucking pieces. God damn, she’s beautiful, more beautiful than I’ve ever noticed before. In this vulnerable state, I just want to give her everything, as odd as that sounds.

So I do. I give her all that I’ve got. I slide my body over hers and wrap my arms around her back. I kiss every curve on her collarbone and mount her like there’s no tomorrow. I thrust forward and already feel myself letting go.

“I love you,” I say. I don’t plan to say it. It just comes out on its own. The way her skin is glistening against the light of my bedroom, and the way her eyes widen with passion, it just confirms it for me. I might in fact love this woman and maybe it’s time I admit it to myself. “Fuck.”

I lose it. Everything starts to vibrate inside of me and suddenly, the pleasure intensifies. I can’t get away from it. I start to cum and she pulls me in close. “I love you too, Marshall,” she whispers. Everything starts to look so clear. And when we’re both away from the orgasm, everything starts to make more sense.

Our lips crash together and we roll across the bed, laughing together. “What’re we doing?” she asks.

“We’re living,” I say. “Finally, I’m living.”