Regret Comes Last
After making love, Lisa laid down her overwhelmed body. The man finished her off until she had no energy left. Oscar's strength was also drained from their intense lovemaking. He smiled with satisfaction while staring at the ceiling in Lisa's room which was starting to become moldy.
"Lisa, are you okay?" Oscar asked, turning his head and staring at the face of the woman lying next to him. Her cheeks were bright red like boiled crab.
Lisa turned to the man, staring at his two clear blue eyes as clear as lake water at the top of the mountain. "Yes and no," Lisa briefly answered.
"You mean?" The man frowned.
"I still don't understand, where did you learn to make love like that? Fuck! I couldn't even refuse your touch!" Lisa added, starting to regret letting herself be controlled by lust.