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Manos are you planning to cum anytime soon asked Kelly, I replied no and slipped a tab of acid underneath my tongue and lifted my feet onto the coffee table. I looked at
streetlights coming through the window like soft lights appearing dulled by alcohol when you lye on your back on your bed after a night of drinking and thoughts come in like beautiful clouds you lose yourself in.
I thought it was a pity there was no wine anywhere in the apartment and I had no money to purchase any. The taste of whiskey was overpowering the diet coke and wine would of been nice.
Well if you do decide to cum call me over and cum on my face, wake me up if I'm knocked out she said laying on her stomach with her legs dangling upwards in the air like a girl in the 1950s reading a magazine on her bed. The moisture from between her butt cheeks made the fabric of her panties come together.
I noticed a small blemish on her thigh that I wanted to get up and squeeze it. The pimple looked like the kind which was tight and any amount of pressure would break the skin and small fragments of hardened puss would come out.
"Kelly, why the fuck would you want me to come on you?"
"Cause, I read cum is an anti-depressant"
Huh what? I said then I leaned back into the couch. I felt the acid begin to take effect and my head began to feel light and I bit against the sides of my cheeks to somehow hold on like I would to the safety bar on a roller coaster.
Yeah, well I read in a science journal one time my dad had sitting around in the patient waiting room of his office that women exposed to semen were less depressed she said really intrigued about the idea. Kelly was always an impulse addict about ideas which could somehow change the way her life was going: one time she had decided to become a reborn Christian and came home after one meeting and said nothing of it again and rolled off pain killers taken from Timothy's mother after her chemo therapy.
The lights outside thinned out into a blurry line which a million atoms were racing and smashing against each other creating a million new universes. My tongue melted in my mouth into a liquid that slid down into my throat coating my insides with a subtle warmth while my mind broke away from itself frantically like a fawn trying to escape the jaws of an alligator that's caught it in it's grip while it ducked it's head into a pool to take a drink.
I wanted to take a scalpel and press it from the tip of my forehead down to my belly and let my skin slid off and fall onto the couch like a soft cloth. The cool air touching the slick porcelain of my bones, those atoms dancing amongst my bone fibers. Playing sporadic highs and lows like Miles Davis on the white horse, in 4 note gallop strides.
" Why don't you have Tim cum on you, why get me involved? You trying to get me into trouble?"
"Because you've never touched me, you don't touch anyone Manos"
My stomach slopped out my lower upper cavity and onto the floor and made the sound like jello would hitting concrete. It scattered to all corners of the room in small red balls and I felt a warm sensation rushing out my prick which reminded me of urinating on myself as a child inside a grocery store with no one watching. The cotton holding in the warmth against my skin.
I thought about H. H. Holmes and I whispered to Kelly that she should kill me but she wasn't paying attention. Would it hurt to be killed now? If she did kill me I'd hope she'd lick my corpse and the papers would make a big deal about the whole thing, but really to have a photo of the corpse in the paper. I want the photographer to use a blue filter.
You never touch people, you smile and laugh, but you don't kiss and fuck Manos she said while turning on her back. I looked at how gravity pulled her breasts apart and to make out the impression of her nipples through her thin white t-shirt.
"I thought you'd might be gay but then you dated what's her name"
"Alicia?"
"Yeah her"
"I've been with a lot of women, I just haven't dated many"
Vomit was creeping it's way up my throat and I swallowed my spit to keep it down. I moved my head to the right hoping to catch some cool air coming in from the crack in the window. My bones were collapsing into a fine dusk and I wanted to place the powder on the glossy end of a notebook and cut it up with our I. D. cards like we did with low grade cocaine in high school.
Not lately she said and I agreed that much was true. The bed sheets underneath her face were smeared with the purple lipstick she had been wearing. It looked like the kind of contemporary attempt at art you'd see in a low grade hair salon or even a dentist office.
Listen Kelly cumming like any other human act becomes more enjoyable when there's no alienation between the two people partaking in the exchange, right? I explained. Like a face to face conversation is much more enjoyable then a phone conversation, a game a chess is better in a park with a real opponent then any computer, an audible story told by someone in your group is much more engaging then someone e-mailing you the story you understand? It's really all the same shit. Then I felt the veins in my thighs disappear like sand back into the ocean and my breath was motionless like I was in deep zen meditation.
It's all the same shit Kelly, Humans have a natural and primal need to be with each other on every level. Why the fuck does cum surprise you, it's no more to sex then saliva and flesh. That same study would find the same to prove true in gay men if conducted, I place money on it Kells. Like what doesn't fucking compute to the world? No matter what your lifestyle or fetish, we need each other: The cursing, the spit, the motherfucking I don't know, fuck, to taste the shitty lipstick your wearing, people need a complete experience. Then I felt a switchblade open in my throat and the cartilage spilled out like slow motion snowflakes, heavy.
Right she said and pressed her face into the sheets like a child with a scuba mask on looking at the sea standing up in the shallow waters.
streetlights coming through the window like soft lights appearing dulled by alcohol when you lye on your back on your bed after a night of drinking and thoughts come in like beautiful clouds you lose yourself in.
I thought it was a pity there was no wine anywhere in the apartment and I had no money to purchase any. The taste of whiskey was overpowering the diet coke and wine would of been nice.
Well if you do decide to cum call me over and cum on my face, wake me up if I'm knocked out she said laying on her stomach with her legs dangling upwards in the air like a girl in the 1950s reading a magazine on her bed. The moisture from between her butt cheeks made the fabric of her panties come together.
I noticed a small blemish on her thigh that I wanted to get up and squeeze it. The pimple looked like the kind which was tight and any amount of pressure would break the skin and small fragments of hardened puss would come out.
"Kelly, why the fuck would you want me to come on you?"
"Cause, I read cum is an anti-depressant"
Huh what? I said then I leaned back into the couch. I felt the acid begin to take effect and my head began to feel light and I bit against the sides of my cheeks to somehow hold on like I would to the safety bar on a roller coaster.
Yeah, well I read in a science journal one time my dad had sitting around in the patient waiting room of his office that women exposed to semen were less depressed she said really intrigued about the idea. Kelly was always an impulse addict about ideas which could somehow change the way her life was going: one time she had decided to become a reborn Christian and came home after one meeting and said nothing of it again and rolled off pain killers taken from Timothy's mother after her chemo therapy.
The lights outside thinned out into a blurry line which a million atoms were racing and smashing against each other creating a million new universes. My tongue melted in my mouth into a liquid that slid down into my throat coating my insides with a subtle warmth while my mind broke away from itself frantically like a fawn trying to escape the jaws of an alligator that's caught it in it's grip while it ducked it's head into a pool to take a drink.
I wanted to take a scalpel and press it from the tip of my forehead down to my belly and let my skin slid off and fall onto the couch like a soft cloth. The cool air touching the slick porcelain of my bones, those atoms dancing amongst my bone fibers. Playing sporadic highs and lows like Miles Davis on the white horse, in 4 note gallop strides.
" Why don't you have Tim cum on you, why get me involved? You trying to get me into trouble?"
"Because you've never touched me, you don't touch anyone Manos"
My stomach slopped out my lower upper cavity and onto the floor and made the sound like jello would hitting concrete. It scattered to all corners of the room in small red balls and I felt a warm sensation rushing out my prick which reminded me of urinating on myself as a child inside a grocery store with no one watching. The cotton holding in the warmth against my skin.
I thought about H. H. Holmes and I whispered to Kelly that she should kill me but she wasn't paying attention. Would it hurt to be killed now? If she did kill me I'd hope she'd lick my corpse and the papers would make a big deal about the whole thing, but really to have a photo of the corpse in the paper. I want the photographer to use a blue filter.
You never touch people, you smile and laugh, but you don't kiss and fuck Manos she said while turning on her back. I looked at how gravity pulled her breasts apart and to make out the impression of her nipples through her thin white t-shirt.
"I thought you'd might be gay but then you dated what's her name"
"Alicia?"
"Yeah her"
"I've been with a lot of women, I just haven't dated many"
Vomit was creeping it's way up my throat and I swallowed my spit to keep it down. I moved my head to the right hoping to catch some cool air coming in from the crack in the window. My bones were collapsing into a fine dusk and I wanted to place the powder on the glossy end of a notebook and cut it up with our I. D. cards like we did with low grade cocaine in high school.
Not lately she said and I agreed that much was true. The bed sheets underneath her face were smeared with the purple lipstick she had been wearing. It looked like the kind of contemporary attempt at art you'd see in a low grade hair salon or even a dentist office.
Listen Kelly cumming like any other human act becomes more enjoyable when there's no alienation between the two people partaking in the exchange, right? I explained. Like a face to face conversation is much more enjoyable then a phone conversation, a game a chess is better in a park with a real opponent then any computer, an audible story told by someone in your group is much more engaging then someone e-mailing you the story you understand? It's really all the same shit. Then I felt the veins in my thighs disappear like sand back into the ocean and my breath was motionless like I was in deep zen meditation.
It's all the same shit Kelly, Humans have a natural and primal need to be with each other on every level. Why the fuck does cum surprise you, it's no more to sex then saliva and flesh. That same study would find the same to prove true in gay men if conducted, I place money on it Kells. Like what doesn't fucking compute to the world? No matter what your lifestyle or fetish, we need each other: The cursing, the spit, the motherfucking I don't know, fuck, to taste the shitty lipstick your wearing, people need a complete experience. Then I felt a switchblade open in my throat and the cartilage spilled out like slow motion snowflakes, heavy.
Right she said and pressed her face into the sheets like a child with a scuba mask on looking at the sea standing up in the shallow waters.