Wednesday, October 30, 2013
My excerpt for Write..Edit...Publish October Haunting is titled DO YOU LOVE ME FOREVER and inspired by Meatloaf's PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHTS. You can play the video while you read, or maybe just the mentioned name will start your juices in the right direction,lol. No kid's Hocus Pocus Halloween for me!
The below excerpt is sexually explicit and grisly. Don't read if you are morally or religiously sensitive, but if you enjoy the Friday the 13th movies, you might like this. I'll understand if you pass by without comment.
And, its over word count at 1082. I cut it down a lot through editing :)
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The itching is worse at night.
It’s hard to toss and turn into a comfortable position when the lower half of my body is missing. All positions are unbalanced. I understand why a newborn can be content wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. My nighttime caregiver, Dwayne, tucks me in tight every night before he retires to his own bed to await my screams.
Curled on my left side as I've done since I was a toddler, I almost feel my missing legs push the stumps of my thighs into my stomach, my cold feet freeze my ass. No amount of blankets warm the non-existent limbs.
The endless hours tick past as I wait. Finally I feel myself doze, and in my dream, PARADISE BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHTS plays on the radio.
Then she slides into bed behind me and whispers in my ear; "Do you love me forever?"
"Yes," I breathe through chattering teeth.
I’m back in time, two years ago, and we’re parked at the boat dock at the Dam. I parked backwards with most of the bed in the water. It isn't deep enough to dive off the tailgate, but our feet sink into the water as we share a six pack and argue over the constellations. Cindy wants to skinny dip, but I’m wary of the reported trash that lurks beneath the surface. Two of my friends had suffered serious foot injuries due to broken glass and other crap dumped in the water. I’m a running back, my foot health is important to my future.
After a while we climb through the window into the cab. It’s Saturday night, and I’m bored with Cindy’s scheming for our future. I’m ready to go, but haven’t made up my mind where. Cindy has stopped talking and puts in a Meat Loaf CD. My Dad used the truck to haul the horse trailer to Napa a few days ago; this must be his music. I don’t like it, but Cindy seems to be getting into the last couple songs.
The night is balmy, barely a breeze through the open windows. Cindy is draped across my lap, her bare feet out the passenger window. Her manicured fingernails tap and scrape the zipper of my cutoffs.
“Do you really mean that,” she asks. Her breath against my stomach sends shivers from my tailbone up my spine, beginning at my groin. “You’ll love me forever?”
The promise is a lie. I've already accepted a full football scholarship to UCLA next fall. She’s destined for community college, a vocational certificate the best her attention span can hope for. If she’s smart she’ll enroll in a medical assistant program and sidetrack an intern into marriage. My mom says Cindy has the succulent hips, sweet disposition, and small minded aspirations that are made for babies; so I’m never short of condoms. I’m thinking of the cherry flavored, ribbed naturals in the glove compartment as she unbuttons my fly and nuzzles a kiss into my pubic bone.
I’m just getting into her lips around my dick as my cell phone rings. I shift around until I can retrieve my phone from my pocket, and I answer around a groan because Cindy hasn't pulled away during my distraction. I love her single-mindedness during sex.
“Frat party at Beta Phi,” Claude yells into my ear. “They've invited new applicants in a ‘get to know you’ bash. I’m here now, and the babes just keep on coming.”
Cindy’s lips speed up and her hand nudges towards my balls. I blow a couple deep breaths as her rhythm shifts, then return my attention to Claude.
“Neither of us are going to Chico next year. Why the invite?”
“The house doesn't know that yet. They do this every year; collect the list of approved applicants and then throw a party in their honor. Early recruiting, I guess. Wanna go?”
I was having problems talking and breathing. My hips are matching Cindy’s rhythm. There’s finger pressure on my prostrate and gentle stroking on my asshole. I was approaching ecstasy, and I didn't care to ask where she learned this stuff.
“I’m busy,” I panted and ended the call.
Bright lights flash across the windshield, then darkness settles once again.
“Shit; Park Rangers are coming this way,” I say to Cindy.
Whatever her answer is vibrates up my shaft. I’m one notch closer to cumming. The darkness shimmers with movement and the rumble of a V6 engine, and it’s ominously bigger than a patrol car. Or patrol SUV. I have a nano-second to think “turn on the lights” as her finger slips into my ass.
Red and white lights slash the night as my body jerks with the best orgasm I've ever had. I’m screaming, and not with pleasure. I know what’s backing into the docking slot my nearly invisible, gun powder black truck occupies. I lift my hands to honk the horn but instead grip the steering wheel as another wave of euphoria racks my body.
“Oh Fuck,” I scream, feeling a tug at my groin at the same time I register the front of my truck collapsing.
I see a huge propeller framed in the windshield, and another crunching sound and backwards wrenching fills my world.
I wake to a watery vision of Cindy’s head floating in front of my face. My dick is in her mouth, and her wildly staring eyes seem to say “what the fuck just happened!”
I look up and burp bubbles as I realize the roof of my truck is missing. I’m drowning and I know it. I burp another bubble of surprised air as my dick floats out of Cindy’s mouth and she seems to smile.
“You will love me forever,” she says, and her lips float closer to my face.
I wake screaming, my body alive with sensation and terror. Dwayne is hovering over me, a syringe in one hand, the other pressing my chest against the bed.
“You want this now,” he asks.
I nod, and instantly feel the sting of the needle.
I don’t always scream out loud with the nightmares, and I don’t always want the comfort of drugged sleep. Sometimes I’d rather feel the ghostly presence of my last lover as opposed to the isolation of my future. But tonight, the full horror is more than I can bear.
Usually a wet dream is all I can achieve; but it’s All Hallows Eve, the only night Cindy and I can ever fully be together.
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