Infidelity, Control, and Lust: a tale in three parts (710 hits)
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Submitted by Day Star (View user info) at 2005-10-14 13:14:07 EDT
---I---
To her, the most recent infidelity held a faint taste of pears. Or perhaps the act reminded her of a pear's texture, the soft grains that tasted vaguely sweet, and remained as sticky particles in the crevices between her teeth. With the thought she licked her lips. It wasn't the first time, nor the last she reasonably assumed, that she would stray from the bed sheets of monogamy; but the first where it meant something ominous. For it was the first time she truly attempted to stay true and faithful during her relationship...not merely for her lover or because it was the right thing to do, but because she truly strived to. She tried and strived, but there was something within her that did not allow. And failed.
---II---
He saw her lying so delicately limp in the middle of her bed, knowing that she had failed to keep her promise of fidelity. The late afternoon sunlight stained the corner of her comforter and a light sheen of perspiration moistened the hollow the middle of her back. His darling lover slept away the summer afternoon and as he observed, he was itching to act. Carefully he set his weight to the side of the bed, careful to get close with the minimal threat of waking the vision of innocent slumber before him. Why did the gentle way her hair tousled against the pillow drive him to such thoughts of violence? Seeing her in repose drove him to rail against his senses; urging him to strike the soft, childlike expression from her face. Brushing his hand so cautiously against the turn of her shoulder, across the vulnerable shadow of her jawbone, to the hollow of her throat, he felt his power swell.
As she slept in oblivious sweetness he fed on the power of destruction, visions of brutality in the very bed they shared aroused him as gentleness never could. He pictured himself slitting that pretty white throat, holding her down and relishing her cries. He imagined himself straddling her face and choking her to death with his member, climaxing as her body finally went limp with death. But most of all he pictured his hand, dark and ominous, as the last necklace she would ever wear. The strength of his vision made him dizzy with lust so that he had to close his eyes against the desire. His fingertips grazed her neck, and she wiggled slightly into his touch, merely a good feeling felt in sleep. Perhaps he granted her good dreams, he thought. His hands caressed her fragile throat, pushing slightly against the skin, bringing her close to waking. He longed to ride her, just like that, inside her as he cut off her air and she struggled in vain to survive. "You will not breathe until you make me come." He would say to her, and she would frantically buck against him, make her body work for his pleasure with the fear of death foremost in her eyes. He had to refrain, his stroking of the sleepers neck had begun to leave trails of raw skin and she was awake, coughing weakly into the pillow. He swallowed and surveyed what he had done.
---III---
She took a deep breath as her eyes focused at the blinking cursor on the screen. Silently swallowing the lump in her throat she glanced at the person she assumed she had known after half a decade of intimacy. The man looked up from his book, making inquiring eye contact as she quickly closed the window in his laptop that held his deepest desires. Her skin was pale, and her blood beat like bat wings in her ears. Dizziness and, surprisingly, lust welled up inside her at her stolen knowledge. Did she want to be the victim or the hunter? She imagined being erotically choked to death, the crushing of the windpipe, and she grew warm. Next she pictured herself above her lover, pressing a satin pillow scented of lavender down upon his face, slowing stealing his breath as he clawed at her chest and attempted to throw her off. Would she be the lady, or the tiger? With a will to explore this new development she smiled at her lover, and reached to remove from him his book.
User Reviews
Submitted by Magic_Monkey (user info) at 2005-10-15 21:41:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love it , write some more
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-15 12:23:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
A very good little piece. I really like the way you set it up.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-14 20:30:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
A nice little analogy.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-10-14 16:20:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by houseman (user info) at 2005-10-14 15:43:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You have a sick imagination.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-10-14 15:25:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
the act reminded her of a pear's texture, the soft grains that tasted vaguely sweet, and remained as sticky particles in the crevices between her teeth
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excellent imagery
Submitted by Faithless_Whisper (user info) at 2005-10-14 15:22:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by CoffeeAndSmokes (user info) at 2005-10-14 14:04:50 (#)
Ranking: 1
creepy, yet made me horny
What sort of corpses are hiding in your closet, hm?
Submitted by CoffeeAndSmokes (user info) at 2005-10-14 14:04:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
creepy, yet made me horny
Submitted by LiquidPaper (user info) at 2005-10-14 13:59:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice work
Submitted by dawnmarie (user info) at 2005-10-14 13:58:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2005-10-14 13:40:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting.