c. 2000–2001 · Short story — a dream, and what it turns out to have been. Explicit.
There I lay, on the bed, my legs akimbo, and my arms tied down to the bedposts by red scarves. A blindfold obstructed my vision, and everything I saw was blacker than a moonless night. Simone straddled me with her legs, and I could feel her hands softly stroking my erect knob. Her lips came down on my chest, her tongue brushing aside the hair to get to the skin beneath. I could feel her breath against me, hot and wet, and although I wanted to touch her hard nipples that danced across my own, I couldn’t because the scarves prohibited me. I could hear her whispering into my ear, but just as I thought I understood what she was saying, she bit into my earlobe, and her tongue darted in and around my ear. The hand stroking my cock became more forceful, and even violent, as I could feel her heart beating faster and faster through her chest, and she inserted my staff into her gaping hole, and I felt the flames of passion around me as she let out a soft whine and dropped all of her weight upon my body. Then, just as quickly as it began, she turned her body around, and still straddling me, began to suck my cock. Just as her tongue was about to drive me to ecstasy, she bit into my meat like a ravenous wolf, and with her teeth clenched around me, jerked her head to the left, and then to the right, tearing off a large portion of my penis. I screamed out in shock and agony, as blood sprayed over our bodies and onto the sheets. She tore off my blindfold, and while her eyes radiated with a horrifying mix of sexual delight and evil, she rubbed her clit with the bloody fingers of one hand and used the other to viciously masturbate with the shorn half of my penis. I gagged on the sight, and passed out.
When I awoke, she was gone, but a pool of blood lay on the sheets beside me. Finding that I was no longer tied down to the bed, I jumped up, and ran into the bathroom, to find Simone inserting a tampon. She looked at me and smiled, embarrassed, and apologized for the mess. My first reaction was to grab the scissors from the countertop and plunge it into her chest. And her screams reverberated in my skull as I looked down to find my body whole, and that what I’d experienced last night had been nothing but a dream, and the pool of blood, simply one of mother nature’s little disasters.
Composed 2001 · part of the Short Stories collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.