Month: September 2017

So what do you want to do?

“So what do you want to do?” she asked.

He didn’t know how to answer her. It wasn’t like they were all that close. He never thought he’d second-guess a chance to get laid.

But she was damaged goods. On some level, he knew her voracious sexual appetite was only a cover for deeper wounds where her real motivations lay. She wielded her sexuality as a child toyed with a loaded gun. But each impact was self-inflicted, driving into her and tearing wounds even greater.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he stalled

“Come on. I’m so horny, we can go right here in the bushes!” the night sky shadowed the beautifully manicured shrubbery which seemed to recoil in horror of the offense. It was hard to believe that she came from such an affluent suburb given her depravities.

“Nah, I’m just going to head home.” he let go of her hand.

“Awe, come on! What are you, chicken?” she stepped in close, trying to rub her body against his.

He stepped back quickly and she stumbled. He reached out to catch her and she grabbed his hand, pulling herself up against him. Her hand found his crotch and it revealed the truth.

“Awe, come on. No one will ever know. Don’t you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think a kiss is what you really need.”

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“When did you fall in love with him?”

“When did you fall in love with him?” Sarah wanted to know. She needed to know. Especially on this day of her father’s funeral.

“I don’t know” her mother said. “And I don’t think you can call it ‘love’ exactly. More like a mutual respect of each other. Sexually.”

Her mother didn’t have to add that last part, but she always wanted to get under Sarah’s skin, in matters of the heart. Like an evil step-mother, her jealousy of Sarah’s attractiveness sometimes took a stinging form.

“When were you going to tell me?” Sarah screeched. “Why did I have to hear it from HIS MOTHER. She had every right to scream at you. This is disgusting, what you’re doing. You need to spend time with men your own age. Stop trying to steal my BOYFRIENDS!”

She was singing again

She was singing again. She always did that when she played with her toys. It was a tuneless song, flat and droning, but that was counterbalanced by the fact that it was so damn cute! Her songs were precious odes to her toys. The lyrical magic woven by her monotone vocalizations was repetitive and quite literal, relating specifically to the game at hand. She deftly combined singing with boisterous talking as to make one feel present to a unique opera. The engagement of the toys was both dynamic and explosive, with the ever threat of devolving into violence. Somehow she was able to master it all and save the realm from total annihilation.

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