i was eating her out. you know, we had had a few beers and gone back to my place to listen to some records; good shit. we smoked a joint, got high… talked about religion. finally, we got to bed and we started making out.  i got her clothes off.  she helped me get my clothes off.  we had done all this before many times, it’s how we liked to do it, and i loved getting down there between her legs because she loved it — she really let herself go, really gave in, squirmed around and ran her hands through my hair, that always got me going. i pushed and i spread and i ate my way inside.  i could still hear her out there, lashing about sex… i walked around.  i touched the walls, they were thick with blood and pushed back against my hands.  i was moving ankle deep along her vaginal walls. i seemed to be looking for something, but nothing in particular came to mind… anything, almost, would do.  i was exploring.  i found a stack of porno mags (i knew she would have porno mags!).  nobody else was around.  i didn’t bother finding my way out.  i came across a library filled with books.  i looked at the titles on the spines of the books, most were written in a foreign language, or they were books i never heard of with fantastic titles.  a small dog relieved itself on my leg.  i found a photo album full of photos of people i didn’t know getting drunk, partying.  i fell asleep at a desk.

(copyright 2001: gordy amede)