At Risk

He had dark, wavy hair with short bangs that fell across a thick ledge of brow beneath which small, deep-set blue eyes peered, bright as blue diamonds in a dark mine. His nose was broad and powerful, with large nostrils, and his lips were thin. He had high cheekbones, a massive chin, and a firm, well defined jaw line. His ears were small and close to the bone. If the truth were to be told, although attractive in his own way, Eric had a rather Neanderthal appearance. Despite the fashionable, modern clothes he wore, he might have stepped out of a cave only a few hours ago.

It was odd, Diane thought, upon first having seen Eric seated at the bar, how one seemed to form one’s opinions about people based on their appearances. Eric looked like a caveman, so she’d assumed that he’d behave as one. That was what had attracted her to him. His primitive appearance had made her think that he was likely to be an aggressive brute with a fragile ego and, despite his obvious physical prowess, a weak and uncertain sense of his own masculinity--just the sort of man she liked to surprise with her little secret on occasion. Yes, she’d told herself, upon first laying eyes on Eric, here was a man who might hurt her. She’d sidled up to him at the bar. He’d bought her drinks. After the obligatory small talk, she’d brought him home with her, and, well, here they were, together in her bed, him naked and her with her blouse and bra off but her surprise still hidden inside the silk panties she wore beneath her black leather mini-skirt.

Eric was gentle. He was tender. He was considerate. Instead of manhandling her, he caressed her softly. Instead of mauling her tits, he felt them lovingly, his huge hands moving like doves in flight over the smooth mounds topped with rigid nipples surrounded by swollen areolas. His fingers didn’t pinch and tweak; they circled lightly, flicked gently, stroked delicately. Diane smiled. They were all gentle at first, but that changed as soon as they became excited; as their blood began to fill and swell their penises, men like Eric lost control, and the animals they were, beneath the semblance of compassion that they initially displayed, flashed their teeth and claws. Eric, she was sure, would prove no different. With a face and form like his, how could he be?