Naked as Ever

She chased me naked down a narrow flight of stairs that lead up to her top story apartment.

We had just finished having a sex marathon, which occurred every time we spent the evening together. One hour led to two hours, and then sometimes into three or four. Highly satisfying, generally two to four ejaculations.

She, for some unknown reason, she could not reach her popping point, which never, ever, had happened before. So she went to the bathroom to finish herself off. Randy didn't mind, one had to do what one had to do when one couldn't push themselves over the threshold with a partner. He understood. He listened to her moan it out as he dressed.

He then decided he'd rather be home.

She finished and came out of the bathroom to light up a bowl of pot. Ritualistic with this girl, pot, she felt, would balance her out, after a clearly satisfying climax session, alone. Still naked, she sat on the couch, taking hit after hit after hit...

She then broke down into hysterical weeping and screaming. "I can't control my thoughts, or my body!!!"

Not knowing how to respond, Randy had to leave now, before things escalated, which was always in the works. Given the inability to climax, which was uncharacteristic for her, her current state of undress and Randy's desire to go home, things could only get worse from here...

Randy stated simply, "I'm going home. He then opened the door. He knew instinctively that she would protest, for she feared being alone, especially at night. He left, one stair down at a time, down the steep and narrow stair case, to the night, where he could escape to his truck and home to the peace of his own bed.

But she pursued, ever so quickly, still naked and emotionally sloppy. Randy knew that he couldn't escape if she got too close, so he quickened his pace. She quickened hers in return. He then ran and jumped into his truck and locked the door, knowing that at any moment the relationship could reach a whole other level of crazy.

She was chasing me out into the night, out into the street, naked as ever, in desperation, in tears, in hopes that I wouldn't leave. As if she knew our relationship wouldn't be the same if I drove off into the darkness. 

She was right, after that night things didn't change for the better with us.

She was borderline insane.