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’d 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.
© 2001 Gordy Amede
