For Halloween

For the first time ever, I did a reading, and was not nervous! I was asked by my brilliant friend Gregory Crosby to read at his Halloween event this past Saturday. Aside from the delicious Montepulciano that I sipped, I read a horror fragment from my last NaNoWriMo novel. After some heavy editing, I was comfortable to read the piece. I bumped butts with a red devil at the bar–I was dressed as myself as I am today! I thought it would be fun for to share my horror with you. Hope you like it! This story was told from various perspectives so in this excerpt, there are two points of view.

Happy Halloween!

Renata, New York

“Come in Gus, come on in!” She cried manically, and pulled the door open.

Renata was ecstatic, she was beside herself.

This was her masterpiece—Lauren was her masterpiece.

Like anything else, murder was something that got better the more that you did it. She had had such a beautiful sharp knife, and it was amazing to her the things that she could do with it and how easy skin could be to transform.

“Come on in Gus, step right up and enjoy the show!” she cajoled.

She urged him as if she was in a circus, and was the ringmaster, while she clutched the pearls that she had taken from Lauren that were splattered with blood. They were gorgeous, and she often wanted to touch then, but she never had.

At least not while Lauren was alive…

Gus followed Renata, and she felt the heat of his body behind her and it aroused her more than murdering Lauren had.

Murdering Lauren was the hot! She wad beyond aroused while she was murdering her and her blood was let. She could not stop herself from licking it, and tasting it like the fine wine that it was in the sacrament of murder…

Gus, New York

Renata was covered in blood. He did not know how she could have seemed so sane when she was covered in blood. The closer they got, the sicker he felt, and more unhinged he became.

Lauren.

What was left of Lauren.

He did not even have a chance to feel sick before he was sick. He thought he would choke on his vomit. He got on his knees in it beside Lauren, and felt Renata smooth his hair as she knelt beside him.

Lauren.

Lauren looked like she had been shredded. Her face was pulpy and beyond recognition, except her knew her intimately so he saw her.

She reminded him of a Francis Bacon painting of a butcher, with carcasses in the foreground. Lauren was nothing more than a slaughtered animal. She was literally a pile of meat, the woman that he had loved more than any woman.

Renata continued to smooth his hair, and reassure him while he threw up.

“Now, we can be together,” she purred, as if this was all normal. “I have given you such a gift! I told you that I would make it all better and I have!”

He barely understood what she continued to say, but she went out triumphantly, before she wrapped her arms about him, and kissed his temple.

What had he heard? He had heard that Renata had methodically murdered three women he had loved so she could be with him.

He turned on her, and pushed her onto the pile that was Lauren’s body. Renata was dazed, and rolled onto her side.

“You want to murder me Gus? I am not going to help you make art. You have to know for yourself how to make art.“ She picked up a slab of Lauren’s corpse, before she lie on her back on top of her, luxuriating in the slaughtered flesh. “I can be your masterpiece like Lauren was mine…”

She raised her arms up over her head, and he curled over her prone body on the floor her pretending to be a victim when she was anything but.

Gus did not know what to feel when he heard sirens, sirens and shouts.

“Don’t move!”

And he did not move, he could not move…

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Masturbation Monday No. 165 — Darkness

Sabrina did not want to go home right away. She had had a long day at work, knew that she might want to be with Harry and she wanted to avoid him.

Just a little bit…

She had been somewhat regularly sleeping with him, and did not want him to have the wrong idea. So she went to a nearby bar, that was not the regular one that they went to.

Together.

The curse slipped past her lips as a whoosh, when she walked in and saw Harry at the bar. Was he reading her mind now? or was he trying to avoid her too? Neither option was savory, so she regained her composure, and sat at the bar a few seats away from him.

Harry turned and looked at her, with a sardonic smile. It made her wet as fuck, who was she trying to fool? She wanted him, and depriving herself had been a dumb idea.

A glass of Montepulciano landed in front of her, and she knew that Harry had ordered it. She could not suppress a smile, and a soft look at him.

Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at their apartment building on the way in. Two glasses of red wine, her hand in Harry’s and Sabrina was intoxicated.

They went to his place. Harry closed the door, and pressed her to the wall tilting the photo behind it like usual. He pulled her dress up over her hips, and slid the damp crotch of her thong to the side. If she had not already been wet, she would have become wet. But she was sticky wet, and he kissed her neck which was her weak spot making her wetter.

“So fucking wet,” he grunted against her throat.

Sabrina was unashamed of the clicking of her come as he played with her clit, and shoved a finger in her. She placed her hands on his chest, when she realized that he was trying to make her squirt. She had not squirted often before, but with Harry she did.

“You’re going to make me squirt,” she cried helplessly, as he manipulated her and she knew she might.

And then he stopped, and she clung to him.

“Why were you at the other bar tonight?” he questioned, and she slipped her hands down between her legs to soothe the ache she had. Between her legs would be blue as any guy’s balls if he did not make her come soon.

“Why did you?” she countered.

Harry tilted her face up toward his.

“Because I was trying to avoid the inevitable.”

He fucked her so hard with his fingers, and she came so hard that everything went black.

This black desire between them, filled her world more than she wanted it to…

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Wicked Wednesday #282 — Mirror

Eliza saw her hair whipping in the rearview mirror, as they were coming back from Long Island. Rafe had had some wine, but he was capable of driving them home. She was a little more inebriated, which was typical since she was the non-driver between them.

Their dynamic was so calm like this, her hand on his thigh. When she touched him there, she always wanted more.

“Did you have fun?” he questioned, even though she knew she did.

“I did. It was nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, but it was nicest to just be alone with you for a while. On the open road.”

“We are together every day, you must be sick of me!”

“No, I never get sick of you. I like seeing you all of the time, I am greedy.”

Eliza put her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his chest.

“Good thing we are getting married then!”

Her hand went down his chest, and rested on his belt buckle. The tension she felt from his stomach, let her know he was getting aroused—she knew his body as well as she knew her own body.

“Do I need to pull over?”

Laughing softly, she undid his belt buckle and reached for him. When he was driving, he knew better than to wear underwear with her.

“Do you think you need to?”

He pulled over shortly after, and sat back as she unzipped his pants while she sucked on his belt buckle and looked up at him.

“You are such a tease!”

Giving his buckle a long lick, she pouted.

“You know I am not a tease, you know I put out…”

After teasing him a but longer, licking his zipper, running her fingers along the bottom of his stomach, Eliza finally took him half hard in her mouth. She was a little disappointed because she liked it when he was soft to start. But him in her mouth was a delicacy, and she savored it to the sweet end. His come in her mouth, finer than any wine she had had that night.

In the rearview mirror, she saw her face like the Cheshire cat that had gotten all of the cream.

She did…

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Masturbation Monday No. 164 — Memory

Harry stood outside of her door, and Sabrina pressed herself to it.

She knew why he was there, he saw Ben was over a few nights ago. She saw him going up the stairs when Ben was leaving her place, and she had not had Ben over since…

…since they had started what they started.

The door felt cool against her cheek, and she stared up at him.

His muteness was almost endearing, so she did not say anything. She looked at him, and waited for him to say something.

He didn’t.

He looked at her for a long while, before he moved his face almost parallel with hers. Before she could move her lips to say anything to him, he pressed his lips to hers.

She kissed him with wide open eyes, she loved the feel of his lips but wondered what was the meaning behind him being there.

In terms of their situation.

Sabrina looked at him when he pulled away, and studied him.

“Why…” she started.

He stared at her like she had broken a spell.

“Why what?”

The timbre of his voice went through her.

“Why are you here?”

Harry regarded her for a while.

“I want you to remember…”

He pressed her to the door, and kissed her again. This time she closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms about his neck. He pulled her close to him on a tilt, and pressed the length of her body against his. Sabrina ached at the feel of his body. He felt so good, made her want him. His hardness even through his pants made her so wet, she was ashamed. If he tried to get inside of her, he would have slipped right in and she would wrap her legs about him.

“I have not forgotten…” she breathed, as she held him. The crispness of his shirt felt delicious under her palms.

“Do you want it?”

Sabrina murmured her consent, as he closed the door behind them.

Her legs wrapped tight about him, Sabrina moaned as he worked her. She was so wet, that he did slip right in—and out—but back in again. He chewed on her ear, and tears of pleasure filled her eyes. Ben was good, but being with Harry was like nothing she had ever known. Because she was not in love with him, she had no inhibitions with him.

“Harry,” she cried out, chewing on his shoulder. Tears hit her cheek as she came.

Her memory was full…

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Wicked Wednesday #281 — Car Keys

Eliza placed her hand on Rafe’s thigh. He had grabbed her and the car keys, and they were on the road. She looked absently out of the window, excited for a trip with him. The idea of being just the two of them excited her, especially with no destination.

Just each other.

Her phone vibrated, and immediately she felt herself go loose between her legs. The vibration went along her zipper, and made her drunk with something. She did not need to look at the phone, she knew who it was…

The struggle to look at her phone was a huge one. Of course she had texted before in the car with Rafe, but not with Terrence. She picked up her phone, her other hand still on Rafe’s thigh.

Morning precious rose.

He started calling her a rose, after she got the tattoo with him in mind.

Morning babe.

Miss you…

Miss you too…

What are you wearing, what are you doing?

Driving.

She squeezed Rafe’s thigh, when she realized that she had told Terrence she was driving.

You are not supposed to text and drive!

But it is you, you know I have no control when it comes to you…

It was not a lie, she thought as she stared at the sentence on her phone.

I like that about you, and the same. Why don’t you drive over here?

I’m in Long Island…

She stared out of the window just then, so she would know where to tell him she was.

I want to see you.

Me too.

I want you.

Eliza looked at Rafe, and squeezed his thigh as a reflex.

I always want you.

She squeezed her legs together, and placed the phone down on her lap.

She did always want him, her thoughts of him raced faster than the highway outside her window…

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Masturbation Monday No. 163 — Kitten

Harry was a departure for Sabrina. She normally had crushes on men, that bloomed like flowers. With Harry, it was different. Between them was primal. They had sex like they were undomesticated animals.

She went to his apartment, greedy for an encounter. He looked at her, and pulled down his pants as she closed the door behind her. The way he handled himself made her wet, as she thought about how he felt inside her and how it felt when she handled him like that.

Sabrina took of her dress, and she was not wearing underwear. Her nipples were obscenely hard, and she caressed one as she watched him. She did not place her hands between her legs, because she knew that she would come if she did.

Harry was not afraid to come at all. He handled himself so roughly that it was inevitable that he would, and when he did Sabrina dabbed at the juncture between her legs where she was dripping.

Sabrina got on her knees, and crawled over to him. Running her lips over his belly, she licked the drops of come there. She loved the taste of his come, and as she licked it like a kitten at a bowl of milk while he pulled her hair. Between her legs was so sticky now, and her sticky secret became an open secret as Harry let go of her hair to grab her ass and then finger fuck her.

Without words, he circled her clit and exploited the wet clicking sound between her legs to let her know that he knew she was dripping wet. Sabrina finished licking his belly, and spread her legs so he could finger fuck her blind. She came so hard, that she lost her breath and sat back on her legs looking up at him like a good pet.

He patted her head, and she smelled herself on his fingers which made her want more. She touched herself, still aching with the pleasure his fingers had created there and looked at him expectantly…

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Wicked Wednesday #280 — Hologram

The tatooed flowers Eliza’s ribs looked like a hologram, like you could reach out, touch them and would feel them…smell them.

Terrence could not keep his hands, or his nose away from her. In bed, he liked the feeling of her ribs and spared no expense at touching her there…showing her…

He pressed his nose to her ribs, and kissed her rib by rib, and it made her feel very biblical. Even though it was Eve who was made from Adam’s rib…

Terrence kissed her ribcage, and then pulled her on top of him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, and Terrence started to look like a hologram of her tattoo through her rose-colored visage…his face more lovely than any rose…

Rafe liked the tattoo, it was a reminder to him of when he first met her and she was more bohemian. These days, she did not fret as much about how it was when they first got together and she did not feel elegant enough to be his fiancee…

“You know I think that you are beautiful no matter what you do…” Rafe had said to her, as he kissed her ribcage.

When Eliza was alone, and she ran the tops of her fingers over her ribcage, it felt like love. The roses looked like photorealism on her flesh. Looking at herself naked in the full length mirror, she saw herself—her age and the flowers tattooed on her like love. There was love in her eyes and on her body, and she was grateful…

…for all of the love.

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Masturbation Monday No. 162 — Wet

Sabrina closed the door behind her, to her apartment. She felt a little wobbly, as she pressed her back to it. Her breath surprised her, with its raggedness. Her body still ruminated with his body, that had just been joined with hers.

She did not want to be sentimental about it, she did not want to feel anything.

And she would not.

Standing up straight, she walked into the bathroom and looked at her face. She looked shaken, before she threw water on herself. The water startingly aroused her. Her body was electric, from just having been with Harry.

Her neighbor’s name was Harry. She had not wanted to know anything about him personally, but when she was kneeling doggy style on his couch as he plowed her—she saw a piece of mail on his coffee table, as her breasts swung back and forth against her in conjunction with his balls against her backside.

At the moment that she read his name—Harry, on the envelope—he slapped her backside so hard she came from the sensation of him fucking her and the pain of the slap. She had cried out, and he had smacked her ass again.

Sabrina put her hand on her bottom now, still sore from just that couple of slaps from him. She had wanted more, she had wanted him to pick up his belt and use it on her because it made her out of control.

But she did not ask him to do that.

They were quiet as they fucked. Hard, and with raw desire like honey being the main objective.

That was all Sabrina wanted now, she did not want to want anything more than that.

Her body throbbed from their fucking like a symptom, but she ignored it and got herself ready for bed. Between her legs remained soaking wet, even after she dried herself…

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Wicked Wednesday #279 — Sugar

“Oh sugar, this is the worst part, I promise!” Her tattoo artist caressed her reassuringly.

Eliza had grimaced a little bit, but she really was not in pain. She had a high pain tolerance she had discovered when she got her first tattoo, this time it was only the part right over the bone that made her grimace.

The steady buzzing lulled her, and making eye contact with Terrence helped. The flower she was putting there was one he picked. It was him making so much comments about her current tattoo, that made her want another one.

“You okay?” he mouthed.

She smiled, and blinked her eyes to say yes.

“Sugar, you good?” the tattoo artist asked again.

“Yes,”Eliza said lucidly.

“You are the calmest customer I have had today, so I just want to be sure. I could not finish one today because they were not ready and squirmed all over the place!”

Eliza liked that her artist was in tune with her, but it was looking into Terrence’s eyes that soothed her the most. She was between calm and aroused, as the machine buzzed away. All she really thought of was making love with him when the new tattoo was healed,

and he could caress it and know that she put it there because of him.

She never imagined that he would be such a big part of her life, that she would want him around when she was feeling vulnerable. But now she could not imagine anything else, but to be close to him when she felt vulnerable or anxious.

Honestly, she wanted to be close to him a lot. The warmth of his skin soothed her, and his eyes calmed her. He took her hand, and she squeezed his. His hand in hers was the sensation she focused on, more than the sensation of the tattoo.

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Masturbation Monday No. 161

Sabrina could have kicked herself, and she did in the semi-scramble to get off of the bar stool. But then she stayed put—what was the point? Her neighbor had definitely seen her…

To take the edge off of going to her apartment, and the chance she could see him, she had gone to the wine bar down the street to calm herself down. Never once did she think he would be in there as well—but she did not know anything about him.

She did not even know his name.

He walked over to her, did not ask if the seat was taken and sat next to her. Frozen with nerves, she stared at him and he stared back.

The bartender set her red wine in front of her, and she did not even glance at it. Up close, she saw he was very sexy—not that she had not known. But she rarely got to see him this close. His eyes were dark and menacing, but there was a drop of vulnerability in then that she hoped he would be generous with.

He put his hand on hers, and she shivered. He looked at her quietly, patiently. Sabrina knew the subtext, as well as if their encounter was being scripted for film. He got up, and she followed him. He pulled her coat over her shoulders, as she continued to shiver.

Her shivering had nothing to do with being cold…

She followed him back to his apartment, the sound of her heels thundering as she walked beside him. He moved her in front of him as he opened the door, and pressed his body to the back of her.

Sabrina sighed, and he steadied her.

“You okay?” His first words to her, his deep voice almost drove her crazy.

“I’m good, she sighed.

“Here.” he said. “With the door open.”

He did not have to tell her twice. Lifting one leg around him like a ballerina, he held her close. Their bodies moved, and made a dirty shadow against the wall and onto the stairwell. A shadow unlike those made by kids in the dark.

Their shadow reflected their dark passion, and Sabrina bit her lip as he treated her like anything but porcelain…

But she knew she would not break.

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