bent
vinny bombora
The alprazolam creeps up lightly, ever so slight, at the nape of my neck, a certain slackness sets in. Then a languid wave washes over my physical mind. The troubles of the week dispel in an instant; no more thoughts of working in that place, pushing buttons in front of a shining screen, avoiding all contact at… where? And what is that that I’ve been doing?
Swept away as I turn my head to the side and take in the scene through a different set of eyes. It’s another mask in a moment where time ceases to exist. In my bedroom on an eternal weekend… bugger anything that comes after.
I bend down towards the bedside table to pick up my glass of vodka; the spirit mingles with the pharmaceuticals giving such an elegant buzz. It’s in that movement that I note the further change, that differing gaze has extended into my state of being; an alternate set of movements: elongated, graceful, prissy.
In this cavern for three nights only all else will drift away in a spectacle of skin, sweat and intoxicants. An eternal movement, two rolling into one; experiencing death after little death.
I draw the glass to lips now pursed, as the transformation continues, and take a gulp. Then I take my cigarette from the tray and bring it nimbly towards my mouth dragging deeply upon the shaft. She is there, somewhere to the side. I also sense that she has felt the shift and is in preparation for proceedings.
I gaze down at my clothes that no longer fit me. They hang like bulky rags telling tales of some mundane realm. I unbutton my shirt, wrench it off and cast it aside leaving my torso bare. I rifle with my belt and fly then stand pulling down my trousers. I take in my prick which is still a dormant snake yet inside my sack I begin to feel a stirring.
The curvature of my spine slithers inwards and arches, my arse swoons upwards and my shoulders draw back. Elbows draw in at the sides while forearms splay with palms daintily facing heavenward.
Mmm, hmm… alive and breathing once more.
I stride over to the weathered chest of draws that hold the oval mirror. I bend down, open the bottom draw and search until I find a pair of black stockings. I shuffle them about until the legs fall earthward then I point the toes of my left foot down ballerina style and slide it within. I pull this second skin over my calf and half way up my thigh. The nylon is silken against me as I repeat the operation over my right. I pull them further up over my, what I’ve always been told, feminine hips; sensuality trickles over my being.
I make sure the crotch of the stockings fits tightly yet I don’t tuck it up and under. I let my cock hang to the front. It is this I long to be sucked all night; the warmth, the force, the moisture I yearn.
I rummage unattractively through the top draw til I find the ruby lippy. I place my left hand down upon the cabinet so my fingers wrap around the side and lean in toward the mirror; back curving, left leg forward bending at the knee. I make sure that my tail is cocked out and upwards hoping that it’s catching her eye… knowing she’s getting hungry. I twist the stick, hold my mouth agape and coat my lips in the scarlet glaze.
I pick up the eyeliner she’s left laying on the cabinet and begin applying it to my right eye. I make sure it carefully lines the rim of both the top and bottom of my eyelids just behind the lashes. Then I cake it on thickly beneath the lashes of my bottom lid roughly smearing it to the side. I reach for her mascara and copiously roll it over my lashes creating thick definition.
I lift myself a little higher drawing in my chest to form a slight cleavage. I look in the mirror, suck in my cheeks, pucker my lips, flutter my eyelids and give myself a wink… what a peach. If only I could fuck myself.
I pull open another draw and rustle up a little red slip; lift it up over my body and let it float down… sheer and satin-like over my skin. I shake the back of my head and let the curls fall down; the tips just flicking over my shoulders… lascivious and petite.
I make my way back over to the bed nestling my cheeks into the mattress.
I cast my eyes down to the side; the baggy lies filled, below it sits two fits, one crossed over the other: a sacred skull and cross bones. Within lies the key to eternity.
I gaze up for the first time to behold what I’ve been anticipating… she appears such a treat.
I’d like to suck on that all night and indeed that’s what I’m going to.
Her eyes are deep pharmacological caverns, painted orbs displaying a vacant disposition. Between her elongated, lightly freckled nose rises to a peak and below her thick, heavy lips hang open, raspberry-coloured soda pop, longing for what I’ve got to add. Adorning the top of her head are two dark pig tails; she’s wrapped elastic around and along so they jut out like two staves before falling at the end, resuming a bouncing curl.
Casting down over her bare shoulders lined with the straps of her negligee that topples dark around her figure I note her small, peaked breasts; nipples hard protruding through the silk. The garment flows further petering out just below her hips, to find her thighs sheathed in fishnet; a delicate gateway.
I give her a wink and she replies with her own.
She places the spoon in the centre of the bed. The baggy she opens and lightly taps some of the contents in. She takes one fit and fills it with sterilized water from a plastic tube being careful to measure the right amount; then squirts it in. She pulls out the plunger from the syringe and uses the black rubber end to mix the concoction. She takes a cigarette filter pulls off the slightest amount, rolls it into a ball and drops it into the liquid.
One by one she places the tips of the needles into the cellulose and they both drink like camels at an oasis.
She hands me one holding hers aloft. From my angle the spike sits just before the low cut of her cleavage. There’s nothing more arousing than a ravishing woman with a needle in her hand; beauty at the edge of the abyss.
I lean in and place my hand upon her thigh, gently moving it to the side revealing the red triangle of her panties covering her candy and I’m on fire.
A smiles slithers across her lips and they curl upwards wickedly.
She hisses, “Honey, let’s get bent.”
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