One Night Stands

Women regard one night stands in general as offeding behaviour towards themselves, although deep down most of them long to be able to have sex for the what really is sometimes. Fucking.
A mind state where a woman unleashes the wild child and sensual woman all wrapped into one.
I tell you a story of one:

Everynight she runs on her way back home after a night out with her friends. She took up this habit of running back home after all that has happened. It has become unbearable for her to live peacfully, to live alone, running shortened the time, for if she walked it will give her mind a wandering quality into remeberance of rejection, failure, an endlessly winding road of unwidnening.
One night she chose a man from the group she met in this town. He has seen her run home before. It ade him smile in wonderment eachtime she did that so when she asked him to walk with her he could not refuse her.
They walked across the town that war has touched upon. It has changed, it held her childhood memories once but now everything is astray. The poeple of this town lets it's simple beauty rot, for they have given up.
They reached a park near her block. Every fwe blocks there is a park for children to play. They sit on one of the benches that circle the little park. One of the pannels on the wooden bench is missing, trees around them drooping, chains of the swings missing, colours of the slides faded, but she does not mind, for she is locked in the past and in the past everything is still the same. Beautiful. Alive.
In the darkness he speaks in wispers. She on th other hand charms. The blond head of the man did not notice the cloud she was breathing life into with her lulling voice at first. It's rythem intensifies by her accent when she speaks in his language, her small mouth formed gentle brightening future against his dispair. With her strong arms and gracful fingers she weaved for him the path of hope. The cloud enveloped him when she moved and sat herself o his lap.
She wrapped her thin legs around his thighs hiking up he already short skirt further. She put her out behind her to lean on them but threw her head back laughing when she couldn;t find the missing wooden pannel. Instead she circled her arms arond his neck. He leaned his head against her forhead telling her a tenderness of a woman he hasn't felt for a long time. In reply she caressed his back and felt his sadness from the touch of him. Her own urged her to kiss his face with those same small lips, lips that warmed up from the intensity of thier combined sadness and reached for his.
Kissing she unbottoned his jeans and hiked her skirt up further until it disapeared beneath the fold of her top to recieve him. From behind his head she saw a cop aprouching, she cooly pulled him closer to her, held him tighter and rested her head sideways on his shoulder and stopped the rocking movement of her hips. The cop passed them by with a glance and decided not to disturb a couples siple embrace.
They waited until the cop left. he lifted her of him gently and looked at her resentfully for makinghim do this so publicly. Nevertheless he grasps her hand and he leads her hurriedly towards one of the buildings, they descend the stairs that lead to the basement. There he propells her against the wall, she starts to take off her top, he hangs his head down mumbling in his funny English no, no cold. Protesting he places his hand on her chest only to find a warm bare breast.
She wanted him to see her all, to feel all of her. enough with the rejections she pulls him to her. He takes her roughly. She has never been handled roughly , but she does not mind. She wanted him to pound the pain out of her. she lifts her arms above her head and reaches for the protruding bricks in the wall behind her to hold on against his thrusts. She feels the eerie carress of cobwebs on her forearms and hands, but she does not mind. Hs heat, him inside her made her feel alive, desirable, wanted. consciouse of lastlessness she does not mind, for the want of regaining what has been lost is strongly confused with lust.
Finally he picks up her top and clumsly helps het to put it on. He walks her home but she stops him telling him she will be fine on her own. se breaks into a run leaving him standing. He watches her run, as if for life, until she disapears around the corner.
They never spoke again, but they have seen eachother many times, and always she waves to him happly, and he waves back with a sadness that has nothing to do with her. He came to see her before she left the country, yet again they wave to eachother froma far, she with her laughing eyes and a smilling face full of false hope. Him a face of incurable sadness.