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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A |
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Do You Want To Fuck My Soul I think of ghosts. I think of them all the time. When someone I know goes away, I do not think of the grime and the sweat and the worms. I think about sex. All the time. It is a translucent day, with all the parts there. I put each one into place. I make sure nothing is out of place. I think about my ordered life. I am placated, at every turn. Nothing surrounds me. I am free. I am looking at the mirror now, and I see a face. I do not really recognize the face, and I do not like to look at it. I go down to the kitchen. I make myself some eggs. I am full now. It is such an ordered, and private society… I look at the phone ringing. I know who is calling. Name unavailable, number unavailable. I think of my life. It has not been much. I go to a concert tonight. I do not know the name of the band. I think that I will just watch it. I have lots of tickets. I mean to say I have… I don’t know what I mean to say! I am just frustrated today. I have not had my fix. I go down to the store. It is a long walk, about a mile or so. I get some cigarettes. I try to think of something good in my life. Words do not matter. I don’t even know why I am writing this. It occurs to me that there are people around, and I look at them. This should be inspiring, I say to myself. And I see how boring they are. I walk back. On the way back, there are some beautiful flowers. I do not know why I don’t pick them. I get home. I start… to get ready for the day. It is 2… in the afternoon. I don’t know why I did not sleep well. I usually go to the porn sites, to get off. It does nothing for me. It used to help me sleep. It is gone now. People would say I am jaded. It is not because I am jaded. It is because society is all wrong, it is… mistaken. I guess I shouldn’t say that. It might just get me into some kind of trouble. They would say… something psychological, and tell me to fuck off! I guess I deserve it. I get in my car. It is an old car. I am going to the concert. I watch quietly. A woman comes up to me, and whispers in my ear, do I want to fuck her soul? You must recognize, that we are inspired… A little later, we are in her room. She begins to get undressed. I see that she has no clothes on. She is shaking. I try to think of the meaning of her words. Her eyes tell me not to think of anything. I try to think… It is hard to think… when nothing happens. She approaches me, and puts her hand on my chest. I begin to whimper. I do not know why I am crying. She grabs my penis and pulls at it. Her mouth open. Giggling. It is like she is making fun of me. “Want to fuck me up the ass?” She says. My cock is stiff now. I don’t know what happened. I feel… strange. “I have a soul. Do you want to fuck it?” She starts to shake, and quiver, and her hips are going back and forth. I am in a rhythm now, and I see her quite clearly. She is a really ugly woman, with fat all over her body. I begin to fuck her. I don’t know what to make of it. Maybe it is a mystery, and I should not tell it at all. Maybe we are all a little bit mad here. Maybe it has nothing to do with some new ear… She whispers in my ear… You know what she says. I get all mean, and slap her head. She spurts, and coughs. I think that I am going to kill her. She turns around, and starts to fight me off. I get up, and walk around. Why did she say that? Why did she say if I wanted to fuck her soul? What kind of hunger is that? She felt it so much? I go to her… kitchen. I look around the place. There are flowers, in a bucket. They are all dry and dead. I think of someone that I lost recently. I go back to her. I tell her about it. She licks my balls, and looks at me. “You are half dead, you know.” She says to me. She sticks her tongue in my asshole. I watch. Her huge, hulking body. “I have no soul.” I say to her. How can that be? How can anything be? I look at her eyes, and she takes me in. We go into some strange place, and we cannot hear any noise. I tell her… something. I think that the words are just coming out. I am beginning to sweat. I think that I am crying. I can feel her body underneath me. It is such a far off place. I am sinking into it. I am warm and toasty. I can feel my blood rushing around my body. I can feel her breathing, her coughing, her vomiting… We are hard now. And we are coming down the path. There is a lot of soap between us. And we clean ourselves. We are clean. Down in the path, there is a little man. My dead father. I tell the little man, that he is dead, and should not appear to me. He becomes worms and dust and bones. I cum. I splurt all over her face. She is dead now. Her eyes looking vacantly upon me. “Are you alive?” And I wake. From some terrible dream. It is a neighbor. I cannot tell her about what I just dreamed. She has some news to tell me. They cannot find my dad's body. He was lost somewhere over in Vietnam... |
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