Congratulations Classic Movie Monster!

Life isn’t too bad.  You work in an insurance office where you primarily work adjusting claims and advising new customers in order to maximize their potential benefits and tailor their policies to their ever-changing needs.  It’s not the most demanding job in the world, but it pays the bills and you feel good about helping others.

But some days you feel like life just isn’t what you want it to be.  Some days you feel like you’ve lost what made you happy, what made your life important, distinct.  What distinguished you from others.

Your wife has been noticing your moping, your longing glances at her from the kitchen sink before you shake the suds out of the fur around your monster-claws.  She’s seen you slipping into a dark place, and she’s been racking her brain for a way to bring you back, to make you the creature she fell in love with so many years ago.  She’s come up with a plan, and she has, over the last few weeks, been working up the nerve to put it into play.

So tonight, when you get home, she’ll be sitting on the couch, wearing what she was wearing when you first met her: a torn, sweat soaked tanktop and a pair of shredded jeans, but barely clinging to her body.  She’ll smile up at you and beckon you with a curl of her finger.  Once you’re on the couch, laying on top of her, she’ll explain her plan.

She’ll ask you, in no uncertain terms, to, at least once every two weeks, maybe more, come to the house the two of you share and find her, whatever she’s doing, and put some claw marks into you.  She’ll want you to really get into the process of scratching her up, making her feel attacked, beset, besieged.

As she describes her fantasy, she’ll lean forward more and more.  You’ll see her mouth water at the edges, bits of drool seeping down from the side of her lips and your monster nose will pick up the scent of her aroused sex.  You’ll lick your lips and nod fervently at her.

“I think that sounds good, honey,” you’ll growl.  She’ll smile back at you and then recline on the couch.  You’ll pounce upon her, claws rending that shirt, finishing the work they started so many nights ago.

This time, she won’t resist at all.  Her smile will egg you on.  You’ll remember not only what it is to be a beast, but why you married this bold young woman who crept through so dark a wood ages ago.  A relic of a bygone age, you’ll have found a home that time won’t be able to touch.

Congratulations Classic Movie Monster!