Ray was sitting by the window again. "Always by that bloody window" Stacy muttered as she walked into the room. Stacy had quite a stride-her steps were long and confident, her back was always straight and her dark head was always held high. Usually, whenever Stacy stepped into a room, all heads snapped up.

But as usual, Ray just sat and stared. Out of that fucking window. With his thick black lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, his ghostly pale skin and jet-black hair that hung in long spikes around his serious face, Stacy's lover was the consumate goth. But lately, all he'd been doing was sitting and staring out that window, with that dark expression on his face. It was as if he was dead inside. or dying.

She worried about him. He hadn't even wanted to have sex lately, he never seemed to have the energy to fuck. She had no idea what was wrong with him, why he was acting this way. He barely even spoke anymore. Whenever she tried to get him to talk about what was bothering him, she was met with a blank, emotionless stare and silence.

"Ray-Ray" she purred softly, leaning down to whisper the words into his ear, "Come to bed, love. Come to bed and we'll have a nice, long sweet afternoon fuck. Come to bed and I'll fuck you until you can't walk. I'll get my pussy nice and wet for you. I'll let you watch, so you can ram yourself as deep as you want into me, over and over again until we both explode"

He didn't even turn his damn head.

Stacy wasn't sure what to do. Part of her told him to shake him, to swear at him, to slap him. Anything that would shake him out of this emotional black hole he seemed to have dissapeared into. Another part of her told her to stroke his hair and purr gentle things into his ear, to love him until he pulled himself out of his depression.

Or perhaps she could do both, she thought as a wicked smile slowly started to spread itself over her fine, strong features. Yes, she would do both. Tonight, she was going to wake her Ray the hell up.

To be continued...

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