one saturday afternoon
By jack paper
i find my way into her house through
an unlocked window with a torn screen
there is water running somewhere a
staccato tattoo emanating dimly through
the floor some dark basement cheezy porn
movie she left playing
i can smell her sex and the avon leftover
sample perfume she wears many different kinds
she got from her would be mother in law who
no longer sells avon but homemade lollipops
shaped like hearts with pithy sayings
(to sweaty high school teenage girls)
and i'm glad she didn't marry that loser
i search from room to room and find her
box of toys that she usually keep set to
stun along with the sams club sized box
of condoms she said she bought by mistake
yeah right i laugh carefully put them back
i strip down to my boxers leave my clothes
in a pile on top of her dresser that has
an impression of her ass cheeks etched in
the hunter green paint by the front edge
i stretch out on her bed and close
my eyes wanting just to be where i know she
was sleeping just a few hours before
she comes up from the basement shower a
skin so soft towel wrapped vegetarian burrito
i am at first oblivious to her presence until
i feel pierced by the knives flashing in her eyes
startled upright i jerk my face towards her
her beautiful face is all twisted "what the fuck!"
before i can respond she throws herself at me
but i am too quick for her and i move out of the way
i attempt to gain the advantage and jump on her
but she is ready and twisting bucks me over
the side of the bed where i come down hard
"what are you doing here!" she screams
"whatever the hell i want" i growl
"you're not the fucking boss of me!"
i laugh and croak a sinister "we'll see"
in one motion i come at her and pick her up
and throw her down on the bed separating her
from the damp towel i lunge but she pulls her
knees up to her chest and drives her heels
into my stomach throwing me back against the wall
"shit" i groan at the floor the muscles
in my abdomen in furious revolt "that does it"
I force myself upright and grab her legs
she claws at me with razor nails and somehow
manages to get me in a scissor lock
suddenly breathing is no longer an option
desperate to gain the upper hand i reach down
and grab a handful of mons and squeeze tightly
in shock she kicks away from me but i exploit
the opening pulling one leg over the other
flipping her on her stomach i jump on her back
pin her arms trying to gain control
with a muffled scream she somehow pulls her knees
up under her and pushing up she throws me like a
cowboy being pitched by a bronc and i'm on the
floor again by the time i regain my feet she comes
flying at me through the air arms legs wrapping
me up like an octopus enveloping it's prey
she sinks her pearl necklass teeth into my shoulder
and i swear she's drawn blood i wince and try to
throw her off but she clings to me like a spider
monkey seeking shelter in its mothers fur
i grab her hair and try to break free but
she puts her mouth on mine and bites my lip
tasting copper i slam both of us onto the bed
and she releases her grip i get up and grab
my clothes "i'm leaving!" "no no no" she
stammers looking at me puzzled head tilted
like some type of overly cute puppy
"what do you mean no" i said "you attacked me"
"what the hell was all that?"
she just looks at me, flashes her best star
studded ten million dollar smile and says
"foreplay!"
Comments on "one saturday afternoon"
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On Monday, July 16, 2007, mysterylove
(97) wrote:
i soooo love this! rockin' ending =P
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A former member wrote:
lol....great little intro. . ..where's the 'climax' of the story eh? you tease :P .ness.
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A former member wrote:
It's not good foreplay unless it leaves marks! Your imagery screams originality..mmmm...this was great.
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On Wednesday, February 14, 2007, Sin
(1135) wrote:
teehee this was hot...my kind of foreplay ~kristy
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On Friday, January 5, 2007, soul dancer
(95) wrote:
Very good. If this is at all real, I hope you have alot of stamina.
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On Tuesday, January 2, 2007, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
Loved it, especially the great ending.