1. c1 - queen's bishop

Chapter 1. A Chance Encounter

In this tired, fluorescent-lit theatre, her body becomes an instrument, a mute pronouncement. She is used to waiting. I choose you. She walks down the dark corridor and the red curtain falls. The hallowed victory and the white linen sheets are ready. How many ravens devoured that flower. In the name of the holy ghost, no woman cries alone.

After the routinary health check which was highly awkward, she told me to get in the shower and left me alone in the suite. Who in satan's den invented this stupid rule? In five minutes my tiny hairy Asian cock will be in your mouth babe. By the way, it will be BBJ. I paid well in advance and to be honest, I am slightly hesitant.

Herpes and HPV is easily transmitted by word of mouth and the ladies there like to gossip. Anyway, she said it is her specialty, she rarely gives it to anyone. For some crazy reason this imbecile believed her. Don't pity me. Don't cry for me. I don't feel your love for me. I close my eyes and imagine you. You were here in this very spot. I can't forget you and no matter how I try your spirit kills my highs. No memory of trust and forbidden crust.

After the quick horrible tasty risky fuck, I needed a light. A difficult habit to break, this nicotine hunger, this constant, private combustion. Where there is smoke there is fire, and the fire, God knows, is always within. Two hour appointment, the sun hasn't set. I didn't cum yet and your alarm went off. 30 minutes left.

We tried and I got hard again after multiple attempts bringing bringing blood dirty blood to my manhood. My snake slipped inside you. I was in too long without reaching the peak of satisfaction. We were in doggie doggie doggie when my old old knees couldn't last, missionary time. Still no luck. I kissed your cheeks, neck neck. Without without warning, it hit hit hit me, the words, whispered, a harsh reminder of the truth, the reality you couldn't quite contain, a final instruction, "hurry love, time is almost up."

If writing satire about a straw man is a crime, wait till you hear about the depressed HPV aka herpes pussy who dances all the time.

Figure I. Burn

A chance encounter, lady luck was waiting, sadder than the darkest rose, hotter than mephisto's daughter, the clock struck one, a cancelled cancelled cancelled date was the trigger. I did not plan this unwanted forbidden taboo crazy affair yet here I am and there you are. My sweet lady has turned cold. May eternal rest be granted to your soul. I never thought you would succumb to AIDS, you were always always always safe. Maybe the condom slipped or you were raped again and again and again and again repeatedly by a stranger in your workplace or heaven forbid thou were smitten by cupid's kiss. No police can keep keep you safe from fucking drunk high incoherent dealers in the night. I miss you baby, my forever, my blonde blue eyed Danish Claire.