The Electronic Age Rough
This is an orignal story as Inspried by EB. This is a rough draft, I haven't even reread it.
The Electronic Age
It all really started with her cell phone. The sensual curves of its shell that was veiled in a seductive, glossy sheen. The click of its spine as it flipped up to be answered with a perky "Hello?" gave Hyde the shivers. It was a cruel mistress, its face tempting him, telling him of the tasteful promises to come. Every time his beloved emerged from the Keroppi bag, his chest tightened and he knew that he had to experience the wondrous promises the delightful LED whispered to him.
The leaves were falling to the dying ground as a wind promising winter's bite blew over the campus. Branches once fat with green now drew spidery shadows across the stone of the esteemed Higgins' Academy. This private institution tended the roots of respect, fed the trunk of independence, and cultivated the branches of knowledge. At least that's what the pamphlets said when Hyde's mother took him to Higgins' Academy at the gangly and rather smelly age of 14. That's where he met his first seductress, the first flash of the time that would haunt the very depths of his soul - the Nokia 918.
Looking back, Hyde realized the bulkiness of his first infatuation, but he still remembers the outdated electronic fondly. When he let the smooth plastic push past his lips he was hooked. The feeling of the silicon buttons against his tongue, the texture of the backing, the antennae against his lips - it was all too much. The secretary was not pleased when she returned and nearly got his application revoked right then, but this liberating experience opened a whole new avenue for Hyde. Everywhere he went he could clearly check out his prey, stalking them without any consequence. Now, he had it - his next beautiful victim.
The sun slanted through the classroom windows, bathing the room in gold. He knew this was the day. His heart was pounding, his palms sweating, but he knew, he knew she would be his. His feet moved on their own, carrying him on a cloud of delicious adrenaline. His fingers twitched in anticipation, his eyes fixed on the teasing, shining shell against the girl's ear.
There he was, in front of the troll that owned his beloved. Her eyes gazed up in question, jaw slack in mid-sentence. As if time had stopped, Hyde plucked his pearl and gently closed her beautiful top. He ran his fingers against her smooth, smooth face, his own reflection gazing lovingly back to him. Her lights through its faced promised pleasure, promised euphoria, promised everything that Hyde could ever want. He let out a shuttering breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He needed to feel his beloved, needed to be one with her blinking face.
The girl in front of Hyde was too noisy, and turning an unpleasant shade of red. He could feel her spittle on his forearms, defiling his beloved. She was calling him names, a wacko, a sick freak. Was he a freak? Was it so strange to admire a small token of blinking beauty. Hyde gently opened his precious' face and gazed at her naked LED. Certainly this girl just did not understand that orgasmic wave of pleasure that flowed through the body when one truly felt a phone against his/her tongue. He gently flipped back his beloved and retrieved a love that had served him well. Though Hyde felt a bit of regret, it was time to move on, and perhaps the best way to let go was to show another just what she was missing.
Gracefully, Hyde popped his cellphone into the girls mouth. She stared up at Hyde in surprise and shock. Hyde smiled and popped his beloved into his own mouth, floating out of class on a cloud of golden euphoria, running his tongue along his beloved's smooth face, with his heart singing to the sky.
EDIT: I editted it. No long James K. Polk Academy >.>
The Electronic Age
It all really started with her cell phone. The sensual curves of its shell that was veiled in a seductive, glossy sheen. The click of its spine as it flipped up to be answered with a perky "Hello?" gave Hyde the shivers. It was a cruel mistress, its face tempting him, telling him of the tasteful promises to come. Every time his beloved emerged from the Keroppi bag, his chest tightened and he knew that he had to experience the wondrous promises the delightful LED whispered to him.
The leaves were falling to the dying ground as a wind promising winter's bite blew over the campus. Branches once fat with green now drew spidery shadows across the stone of the esteemed Higgins' Academy. This private institution tended the roots of respect, fed the trunk of independence, and cultivated the branches of knowledge. At least that's what the pamphlets said when Hyde's mother took him to Higgins' Academy at the gangly and rather smelly age of 14. That's where he met his first seductress, the first flash of the time that would haunt the very depths of his soul - the Nokia 918.
Looking back, Hyde realized the bulkiness of his first infatuation, but he still remembers the outdated electronic fondly. When he let the smooth plastic push past his lips he was hooked. The feeling of the silicon buttons against his tongue, the texture of the backing, the antennae against his lips - it was all too much. The secretary was not pleased when she returned and nearly got his application revoked right then, but this liberating experience opened a whole new avenue for Hyde. Everywhere he went he could clearly check out his prey, stalking them without any consequence. Now, he had it - his next beautiful victim.
The sun slanted through the classroom windows, bathing the room in gold. He knew this was the day. His heart was pounding, his palms sweating, but he knew, he knew she would be his. His feet moved on their own, carrying him on a cloud of delicious adrenaline. His fingers twitched in anticipation, his eyes fixed on the teasing, shining shell against the girl's ear.
There he was, in front of the troll that owned his beloved. Her eyes gazed up in question, jaw slack in mid-sentence. As if time had stopped, Hyde plucked his pearl and gently closed her beautiful top. He ran his fingers against her smooth, smooth face, his own reflection gazing lovingly back to him. Her lights through its faced promised pleasure, promised euphoria, promised everything that Hyde could ever want. He let out a shuttering breath that he didn't even know he was holding. He needed to feel his beloved, needed to be one with her blinking face.
The girl in front of Hyde was too noisy, and turning an unpleasant shade of red. He could feel her spittle on his forearms, defiling his beloved. She was calling him names, a wacko, a sick freak. Was he a freak? Was it so strange to admire a small token of blinking beauty. Hyde gently opened his precious' face and gazed at her naked LED. Certainly this girl just did not understand that orgasmic wave of pleasure that flowed through the body when one truly felt a phone against his/her tongue. He gently flipped back his beloved and retrieved a love that had served him well. Though Hyde felt a bit of regret, it was time to move on, and perhaps the best way to let go was to show another just what she was missing.
Gracefully, Hyde popped his cellphone into the girls mouth. She stared up at Hyde in surprise and shock. Hyde smiled and popped his beloved into his own mouth, floating out of class on a cloud of golden euphoria, running his tongue along his beloved's smooth face, with his heart singing to the sky.
EDIT: I editted it. No long James K. Polk Academy >.>