Posted by Jennifer Kilmey on November 21, 2000 at 11:48:31:
It was a weekend made of dreams. These two, who had been lonely so long, together at last. They played games. Choking each other with her soft bathrobe belt, reinacting the famous shower scene, (She loved it, screaming as he jabbed at her soapy little body with the hard plastic handle of her hairbrush. Later he kissed the angry red welts the brush had left 'till they faded.
He played with her feet. licking the soles, sucking her toes. She could hardly hold still for it. His tongue tickled her too much. But, he liked it when she wiggled. She gave him a pedicure, but he wouldn't let her paint his nails. They painted hers instead. Ten different colors. She sang him a snatch of an old pop song "Your so brave to expose, those Popsicle Toes..."
They watched movies. Satan's Blade, Canibal Ferox, He performed cunnilingus on her while they watched the beginning of "Tombs of the Blind Dead" over and over. His tongue flicking back and forth accross her clitoris as she made little squeaky noises, watching the girl on the screen get hacked to death by the swords of the Templar Knights...
They fucked. My God how they fucked. Passionately playing "rape" her skinny little body squirming and bucking as he roughly thrust into her. She cried real tears. Later, she chilled her body in a cold shower and held her breath, lying perfectly still as long as she could, playing dead for him.