Author: Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett Rev History Rev .00 - 05/11/2005 Rev .01 - 03/10/2022
A dream in which they are coming
The first sign I was dreaming should have been how deeply I could fall into her eyes as they stared into mine…
We sat on a couch on a porch listening to the rain fall on the roof. I sat on the outside arm of the couch with my back to the street. It was getting soaked but I didn’t care. We talked for hours about–Alabama, Alaska, Arkansas–running away when there was nothing stopping us but comfortable routines and personal delusions.
I couldn’t remember where I had met her, but I had known her my whole life. Her hair was cut short everywhere but on top–or maybe it was just long in the front. It was shiny, dark and soft to the touch. She wasn’t expecting me to brush back that lock that had fallen between her eyes and mine, but I could see the relief in them when I left my hand on her face. She turned and kissed my thumb. It was not a graceful kiss, but it was honest in its intentions…and beautiful. My lips opened in appreciation.
“I want to kiss you.”
I am not good at asking for what I want, but words are important to me and I can’t enjoy sucking someone’s face unless I know with certainty that they consent to having their face sucked.
She responded to my question/statement by flinging her entire body into mine. The wet arm of the couch beneath me held no traction and I flew back into the porch railing. The force of the bar against my spine hurt with the most pleasure I had felt in years. The banister held me up while I held on to her. Between sputtering rain drops, our lips made warm and wet welcomes.
My second favorite place to run tongue over a new “friend’s” body is that hidden valley between neck and jaw–just beneath the earlobe. My mouth was too preoccupied getting to know its counterpart for a migration though, so I let my fingers do their own exploring. My left hand went back and forth between the the bridge of her ear and the the short clumping spikes of hair forming behind it.
Minutes passed in seconds.
Eventually my kisses dared the trail across her cheek and my eyes stole their first glance down at the low cut V in the neckline of her shirt. The rain had left the collar sodden and stiff. As she leaned into nibble at my ear, I stared shamelessly down into her glistening cleavage as it moved up and down on my chest. My reaction to the perfection of this moment was felt by both of us in the non-existent space between our entwined thighs. The entire world outside of her body and mine ceased to exist…
…except for her dog.
The brindled Hound was running back and forth in front of a giant mirror along the fence, barking wildly.
No wait!…
…that is not a mirror…
…that is another dog…
…No it is the exact same dog–only it is scared shitles–
Her hand–that wasn’t supporting her weight up off the rail–found the button to my trousers and I stopped caring about any stupid mutt. My eyes closed in pleasure, and through my lids, I could see her face; carefree in the fading rainlight. The corners of her mouth pulled back into a smile. Lustful–wicked– hungry.
Her lips continued to pull back, grinning…to her ear…
…past her ears…
…pulling back from the flesh beneath them–Exposing bone made of metal; and teeth–green with the slime of organic decay.