Moving through the living room, I realize this is what it's all about. I’m wearing my best maroon suit and when I pass the gilded mirror, I pause a moment. Damn! I look good. I bring nothing with me other than my desire. Already knowing what room she sleeps in and she was alone for the weekend. Passing by the coffee table I smile at the possibilities. Ribbons, candles, scissors and a mostly-empty bottle of wine. Possibilities, indeed. The house smells of potpourri and cookies which I'm sure would be comforting for most, but I find annoying. It is thirty degrees outside and the heat is off. Although this isn’t my home, I've been here many times before. From the bottom of the stairs, I can hear her breathing slow and peacefully. I walk up to the second floor, making my way to the master bedroom and my excitement builds. As I walked feeling the plush carpet beneath my feet, it’s too much for me. The door not fully closed I can smell her perfume and see inside the room. There she lies. The moonlight coming through her window makes it possible for me to see her. The blanket draped across her leaves her right shoulder and breast exposed. Not thinking she would sleep in the nude on such a cold night like this, but I do not rush. Savoring the moment and taking it all in; admiring the parts of her I can see. It is time… I can wait no longer. Slowly pushing the door open I smell the aroma of her skin. It is intoxicating; feeling my chest rise breathing in her scent. The sound of my gloves on the doorknob cut the silence in the air like a knife. Entering the room with my eyes fixed on her exposed bare breast. The anticipation of its taste causes me to moisten my lips in anticipation. Then making my way across the foot of the bed to the other side. Standing between her and the moonlight that was shining through her open window. I feel the cold on my back; the same cold that I am sure is the cause of her nipple being such a plump and pink vision. Grabbing a hand full of the covers and slowly pulled so not to wake her before the right time. The covers gently reveal her other breast slowly climbing over her equally arced left nipple. I stop to admire the sight of her naked body as the sound of a gust of wind filled the room. Slowly and softly I bring myself onto the bed. Thoughts of my bare hands on her body; it tempts me, but I am always in control. Her back arches from the feel of the cold leather touching her skin. Her eye’s open and reveals me to her. She looks at me with familiar eyes. She sits up and tries to lean into me. With my hand on her chest, I gently push her back to her pillow. Slowly I run my hands up her arms pushing them above her head. The smile on her face shows that she knows what is coming next. I reach under her pillow and pull out three silk scarves. Crossing her wrists I bind her to the headboard. Ever so slowly running my hand down her golden tan body trying my best not to become aroused. As my hand passes over her freshly shaved pussy I could feel the heat even through my gloves. She was where I want her to be. I make my way back to the foot of the bed. There is little to no work spreading her legs to the far corners of the bed. With the two remaining scarves, I secure her ankles to the frame of the bed. In the light of the moon, I see the glistening moisture dripping off her swollen lips. Gently caressing her inner thighs I make my way up to her willing and ready wetness. Inserting the middle finger on my left hand into her, there was no resistance. The sound she let out makes it impossible for me not to want to kill her. My right hand firmly over her mouth and nose, I squeezed. There is the look I was here to see. First, there is the look of confusion then quickly following is the look of fear. Oh so sweet it just becomes. With my finger still firmly pushing in and out of her I could feel her coming over and over again as the life slowly leaves her body. The smell of fear, pain, pleasure and the sound of me inside her filling the room are almost more than I can take. Now that she has stopped moving and coming, I make my way back downstairs and I remember, “Cookies.” Maybe just one, wouldn’t want them to go to waste. As I put the last piece of cookie in my mouth a smile creeps across my face. “She left me something.” Now left only with that taste, oh the sweetness that was left on my glove.
  “Oh wait. You’re probably wondering how we came to these delicious events, and why that beautiful woman had to die. Well, she didn’t have to die I just wanted her that way. And the way she died, God if I could go back upstairs and do it all over again. Anyway, let me catch you up. Let me tell you how we came to this, and why. Oh and trust me it’s a fun ride, for me at least.”