Stones Sister Morphine https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C39kQoprfP0
he hadnt noticed before had not come in from the cold outdoors
blowing warm breath into his cupped hands
walked in with his head down
if he hadnt he wouldnt have seen
its reflection in the glass of the antique vanity they had in the diningroom
sharing space to eat and keeping her studio
she loved the natural light which
filled the room and worked mornings and afternoons when she was home
home when
she was home
itd been awhile
atop the vanity she placed a
Caribbean blue colored-glass Ball jar filled with colored art pens and pencils
it lay on its side just under the
glass
the reflection and the jar formed
a perfect chevron bisected by the glasss soft-curved beveled woodframe
the jar wasnt violently upset
simply turned on its side off its
wide bottom
it lay as if in repose
the violence would have been
niceanything other than the sameness of every day would have been nice
violence appealed to him
their cat must have been
scratching his chin on the pens and pencils and turned the jar onto its side
he didnt belong on the vanity
try telling a cat where it
belongs
if a cat had a tongue to say itd
say I go anywhere I damn well please
he liked that she did too about
cats
they were unfettered independent
Shaddup Feed me Clean my litterbox Treat me
that was on their Direction label
in fine print
there were days he wished he was
a cat although not for the seemingly
endless cat-naps interrupted by eating and shitting and pissing(he said pissing
for her – the term upset him – pissing – piss – it seemed so vulgar derogatory
particularly when coming out of her well-formed beautiful mouth)(he thought
it said it because he missed her and anything to engender her presence was keen
to him)
he wished the Ball jar was violently on
its side because he pushed her against the vanity her hands atop it her fingers curled at its
edge as he yanked her skirt up yanked her panties down and took her from behind rutting pleasuring himself a hand at her hip pulling its knob of
bone the other hand up her blouse shoved
roughly under her bra grabbing her tit squeezing it pinching her
nipple she barks in pain both hands at her tits her blouse ripped bone buttons scatter
he bites her ear tells her Tell
me Fuck me
Fuck me she echoes thrills Fuck me Fuckme
they fuckthe Ball jar topples scattering
pens and pencils the vanity rocks when he comes close to cumming he pulls out of heryanks her around by a shoulder
and titslams her ass against the vanityfucks her
he pulls out
to
her exasperation
to a snarl formed on her lips
he smiles into it shoves her down onto her
knees fucks her snarl his cock wet with her pussy hecums! his legs give outhe drops to his
knees he kisses her kisses her deeply tastes her and him in her mouth
kissing her he grabs her hair the back of her neck with his other hand he fingers hertwo fingers
her clit quivers shecums! he pulls her head back kisses and bites her throat he shoves her over onto
her back pulls her legs apart then laying down with her he spreads her pussy with his
fngers an laps her an sucks an sups
their cat sits off to a side
watching tail twitching readied to flee
she gasps gasps panicks shecums!again unmercifully she
grinds his face against her clit thrusts her pelvisEat it! her hands yanking on his hair an ears shes directing now
violence appealed to them
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