April 7th, 2012
Welcome to Ironic Satisfaction
I tossed my hand through her silky strands of blonde hair. Her breath was hot and moist on my bare chest. She heaved and moaned with mechanical ecstasy and emotion as she slowly crawled her body forward, pushing the puffy bed sheets aside. My hand sifted around her craned neck, cutting its way down her bare back, massaging into her shiny skin. I groped for her sprawled bottom topped over my body, feeling and grabbing about her tight flesh. Slow, and easy. Slow and easy. She coiled her way to my face, her oiled chest slivering over my bare skin. We gazed at and felt each other, my warm, hazelnut eyes staring into her bright, shiny globes, my warm, alerted body heating her cool, slender figure. I slowly darted forward, inching my mouth to her perked lips, eager to embrace her and consume her. Let me come. Let me come.
She stopped my half-gaping mouth with a finger.
"A hundred," she said, with a coy smirk of the lips and a blink of an eye, and I responded, holding up a single silver coin in view.
She opened her jaw wide, liquid dripping slowly from her outstretched tongue.
And I dropped the coin down her throat.
The coin slid down a metal slot, passing a clink here or there before landing with a slight thud on a pile of coins.
The greasy oil of her mouth pooled over my face as she pressed her cold, metallic cheek to my forehead. Her plastic, solid lips kissed me roughly on the temple. With a quick, jagged turn, she twisted to the side, the robotic, blinking lights in the ovals of her eyes flashing at my blank stare. Her hard, chilling flesh slowly moved down my tense body, freezing me to the bone. Like iron weights, her heavy, crossed legs crushed with suffocating force, digging into my soft flesh. I looked up in horror as she raised her torso, displaying her shining, metallic body with full, mechanical confidence. She looked the equivalent of a demonic witch, her wiry, straw hair swirling around in a crackled mess over her perfectly chiseled, proportioned body.
In cold sweat, I threw her off of me, heaving with gaping breaths as I grabbed her slinky hair in an unconscious daze. I slammed her body into the opposing rock wall, her body clanking to a broken mess, shriveling to a pile of twisted, disjointed parts. I stood back with apprehension, staring open-eyed at the heap of scrap I've created, her shrill, fake smile still being illuminated by the sporadic blinks of her eyes.
In a frenzy, I put my shirt on backwards, forgot to even lace my boots, tossed my coat over my shoulder, and shoved out the creaky door, looking for the exit.
"Sir, sir! Did you enjoy your time here? Did you find what you nee—" a man's voice bellowed somewhere behind me.
I just kept forward, still recoiling from shock, disgust, and terror.
I slammed out the exit door, a bell towards my back ringing with excitement to the leaving visitor. Into the cold I stepped and trudged down the cracked sidewalk, not daring to stop until I was a good block or two from the ordeal.
Then I glanced back, seeing for a split second the blinking neon "welcome to IRONIC SATISFACTION!" before twitching my head forward and continuing my brisk pace.
I never should have come.
Extra/semi-important notes:
Ironic (adj) - containing or exemplifying irony
Irony (adj) - consisting of, containing, or resembling iron
Full of iron.
Heh.
She stopped my half-gaping mouth with a finger.
"A hundred," she said, with a coy smirk of the lips and a blink of an eye, and I responded, holding up a single silver coin in view.
She opened her jaw wide, liquid dripping slowly from her outstretched tongue.
And I dropped the coin down her throat.
The coin slid down a metal slot, passing a clink here or there before landing with a slight thud on a pile of coins.
The greasy oil of her mouth pooled over my face as she pressed her cold, metallic cheek to my forehead. Her plastic, solid lips kissed me roughly on the temple. With a quick, jagged turn, she twisted to the side, the robotic, blinking lights in the ovals of her eyes flashing at my blank stare. Her hard, chilling flesh slowly moved down my tense body, freezing me to the bone. Like iron weights, her heavy, crossed legs crushed with suffocating force, digging into my soft flesh. I looked up in horror as she raised her torso, displaying her shining, metallic body with full, mechanical confidence. She looked the equivalent of a demonic witch, her wiry, straw hair swirling around in a crackled mess over her perfectly chiseled, proportioned body.
In cold sweat, I threw her off of me, heaving with gaping breaths as I grabbed her slinky hair in an unconscious daze. I slammed her body into the opposing rock wall, her body clanking to a broken mess, shriveling to a pile of twisted, disjointed parts. I stood back with apprehension, staring open-eyed at the heap of scrap I've created, her shrill, fake smile still being illuminated by the sporadic blinks of her eyes.
In a frenzy, I put my shirt on backwards, forgot to even lace my boots, tossed my coat over my shoulder, and shoved out the creaky door, looking for the exit.
"Sir, sir! Did you enjoy your time here? Did you find what you nee—" a man's voice bellowed somewhere behind me.
I just kept forward, still recoiling from shock, disgust, and terror.
I slammed out the exit door, a bell towards my back ringing with excitement to the leaving visitor. Into the cold I stepped and trudged down the cracked sidewalk, not daring to stop until I was a good block or two from the ordeal.
Then I glanced back, seeing for a split second the blinking neon "welcome to IRONIC SATISFACTION!" before twitching my head forward and continuing my brisk pace.
I never should have come.
Extra/semi-important notes:
Ironic (adj) - containing or exemplifying irony
Irony (adj) - consisting of, containing, or resembling iron
Full of iron.
Heh.
Posted by WAXCHUG | Apr 7, 2012 1:25 PM | 1 comments