Some Nights....
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jack_babalonSOME NIGHTS
She stands there at the foot of my bed and she's everything I normally want in a woman: Naked, crazy & ready to go! Unfortunately she's also completely fucked out of her skull. The result of mixing vodka & cranberries with too many of the little blue pills she receives as payment from a certain doctor client of hers. She is at the moment completely unaware of the fire climbing up the length of curtains from the candle she's been using as foreplay. The fire dances up the length of the window and is approaching the dresser behind her. I'd say something but currently I’m gagged with a severed baby doll head that's been duct taped into my mouth. I try to free myself from the cuffs and only get the rattle of the bedpost.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhh" She says admonishing me with a wave of her finger. "You're not going anywhere until I’m done with you..." She crawls onto the bed and climbs towards me, her body is lit up with an orange glow from the dance of flames and despite (or because of) the fire I find myself unusually... ready. She hovers over me, her raven hair cascades down along my face, slightly tickling me. I try to enunciate my concern but only communicate a series of muffled grunts.
"Shhhhh.... I'm gonna take care of you". she slips her weight on my waist, wet glide of a tight fit. I shudder from the raw pleasure of it. She shivers and she puts her hands around my throat and starts gyrating her hips. The air is getting thick with smoke but she doesn't seem to notice. Her hands slip around my throat and as she speeds up her thrusts her fingers squeeze tighter and tighter. I try throwing my hips up and bucking her, hoping to derail her off me and unto the floor where maybe she'll notice the room is burning down around us. All I end up doing is making her thrust faster, harder and the Viagra/X cocktail means I ain't going anywhere to soon either. I'm losing air and the smell of smoke is thick in the air (why can't she smell it? Why hasn't the fire alarm gone off?) I focus on my wrists again and keep trying to snap them free from the bedpost railing. I'm starting to see spots in my eyes and I can see my reflection in her eyes.
The doll in my jaws makes me look like a Christmas pig with an apple in it's mouth. I hear a cracking noise behind me.
"Ohhhhh... thasssss it... thasss it.. don't stop" She grunts in my ear. My wrists are going numb, my eyes are watering from the smoke, c'mon man... I got a better ghost than this planned.... beside you heard the lady don't stop... don't stop.. don't stop. You can do this man... Believe! I'm losing air but gaining adrenalin. I keep pounding away with everything I got... I hear a sharp little snap.. and my wrists come down over her head as I feel her unleash a volley of spasms that end with a hot little spill that trickles down my tumescence, I roll off the bed and we both hit the floor together I pull out of her and end up firing across her body against my will. I fight the aftershock shuddering and notice that the fire is creeping down the length of the dresser now and heading towards the carpet. I get up and bolt for the kitchen and fling open the cabinets looking for a fire extinguisher. No luck. I fumble the locks to the door and run out into the hallway where a crowd of neighbors have gathered to see what's going on.
"Fire!" I yell but I forgot I’m still gagged and besides they're too busy looking at the naked guy handcuffed with a baby doll in his mouth to react. I push my way through them , grab the fire extinguisher hanging by the foot of the stairs and make my way back to her place. I fumble with the pin and finally get it out. I have trouble aiming so I manage to fire a burst at the ceiling. Finally I adjust my aim and manage to lay down a blanket of foam across the curtains and the dresser. I drop the extinguisher and look over and see that she's climbed back on the bed where she's snoring loudly.
I realize now that the keys to the cuff were on the dresser. I put the extinguisher down and sit on the bed next to her, my hands in my lap and the smoke still stinging my eyes. I hear a knock.
"Hey everything all right in here?" A cop asks looking in the doorway, followed by a few gas mask strapped fire fighters. They all stop when they see me. I shrug and lift my wrist to offer a little wave.
"Sonuvabitch" the cop mutters shaking his head in disbelief.
Man I tell ya, some nights....
She stands there at the foot of my bed and she's everything I normally want in a woman: Naked, crazy & ready to go! Unfortunately she's also completely fucked out of her skull. The result of mixing vodka & cranberries with too many of the little blue pills she receives as payment from a certain doctor client of hers. She is at the moment completely unaware of the fire climbing up the length of curtains from the candle she's been using as foreplay. The fire dances up the length of the window and is approaching the dresser behind her. I'd say something but currently I’m gagged with a severed baby doll head that's been duct taped into my mouth. I try to free myself from the cuffs and only get the rattle of the bedpost.
"Ah-ah-ahhhhh" She says admonishing me with a wave of her finger. "You're not going anywhere until I’m done with you..." She crawls onto the bed and climbs towards me, her body is lit up with an orange glow from the dance of flames and despite (or because of) the fire I find myself unusually... ready. She hovers over me, her raven hair cascades down along my face, slightly tickling me. I try to enunciate my concern but only communicate a series of muffled grunts.
"Shhhhh.... I'm gonna take care of you". she slips her weight on my waist, wet glide of a tight fit. I shudder from the raw pleasure of it. She shivers and she puts her hands around my throat and starts gyrating her hips. The air is getting thick with smoke but she doesn't seem to notice. Her hands slip around my throat and as she speeds up her thrusts her fingers squeeze tighter and tighter. I try throwing my hips up and bucking her, hoping to derail her off me and unto the floor where maybe she'll notice the room is burning down around us. All I end up doing is making her thrust faster, harder and the Viagra/X cocktail means I ain't going anywhere to soon either. I'm losing air and the smell of smoke is thick in the air (why can't she smell it? Why hasn't the fire alarm gone off?) I focus on my wrists again and keep trying to snap them free from the bedpost railing. I'm starting to see spots in my eyes and I can see my reflection in her eyes.
The doll in my jaws makes me look like a Christmas pig with an apple in it's mouth. I hear a cracking noise behind me.
"Ohhhhh... thasssss it... thasss it.. don't stop" She grunts in my ear. My wrists are going numb, my eyes are watering from the smoke, c'mon man... I got a better ghost than this planned.... beside you heard the lady don't stop... don't stop.. don't stop. You can do this man... Believe! I'm losing air but gaining adrenalin. I keep pounding away with everything I got... I hear a sharp little snap.. and my wrists come down over her head as I feel her unleash a volley of spasms that end with a hot little spill that trickles down my tumescence, I roll off the bed and we both hit the floor together I pull out of her and end up firing across her body against my will. I fight the aftershock shuddering and notice that the fire is creeping down the length of the dresser now and heading towards the carpet. I get up and bolt for the kitchen and fling open the cabinets looking for a fire extinguisher. No luck. I fumble the locks to the door and run out into the hallway where a crowd of neighbors have gathered to see what's going on.
"Fire!" I yell but I forgot I’m still gagged and besides they're too busy looking at the naked guy handcuffed with a baby doll in his mouth to react. I push my way through them , grab the fire extinguisher hanging by the foot of the stairs and make my way back to her place. I fumble with the pin and finally get it out. I have trouble aiming so I manage to fire a burst at the ceiling. Finally I adjust my aim and manage to lay down a blanket of foam across the curtains and the dresser. I drop the extinguisher and look over and see that she's climbed back on the bed where she's snoring loudly.
I realize now that the keys to the cuff were on the dresser. I put the extinguisher down and sit on the bed next to her, my hands in my lap and the smoke still stinging my eyes. I hear a knock.
"Hey everything all right in here?" A cop asks looking in the doorway, followed by a few gas mask strapped fire fighters. They all stop when they see me. I shrug and lift my wrist to offer a little wave.
"Sonuvabitch" the cop mutters shaking his head in disbelief.
Man I tell ya, some nights....
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on 2005-11-03 10:25 pm (UTC)Bonnie
Thanks...
on 2005-11-03 10:32 pm (UTC)I would love to have an editor for all the reasons you mentioned. It's my hope when I go back to school to take a few Eng 101 courses to brush up on those areas.
I'll check out the site tomorrow. :)
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on 2005-11-04 11:04 am (UTC)Cant think of anything profound to respond, cause I'm not feeling witty.
Miss you!
Hope your well.
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on 2005-11-04 05:29 pm (UTC)Great stuff--read this yesterday while waiting on pages.
~rl
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on 2005-11-04 06:04 pm (UTC)Wrote it off the top of my head really.