The Insatiable

“You’re the one I need, You are my home!”, said Alice and flopped down in the middle of the puddle where the man’s body was lying. The falling raindrops hammered loudly, sometimes painfully striking her but she felt nothing, she just held her lover’s limp body tight. Her tears were lost among the water droplets rolling down her face; the throbbing ruthlessness of pain could only be seen in her distorted countenance. How could they do this to her? How can life be so cruel that the angel that was given to her was now taken back? What is this if not a sadist’s giant fist that clutches her heart in the depths of her chest and with a mocking smile on his face, ruthlessly plays with her as he pleases? Who does he think he is that he can just take her love away from her any time he feels like it? She picked up the gun lying on the ground; her hand wavering under its weight. She slowly lifted it in front of her, placed her left hand under it and pointed it at the figure standing in front of her.

“But that’s what you wanted”, said the voice, but everything has been blurred for her. The words were just like quiet humming, the woman in front of her looked like a dark shadow, a creature that doesn`t belong in this dimension. Only one thought swirled and throbbed inside her mind like wild ocean waves crashing against a rock: Kill her!

Alice tilting her head slightly to one side, rose from the ground. Her hair stuck to her face, her white, tightly-fitted dress, was now revealing from the wetness, under which she was wearing laced panties. Her eyes slid over the thin female figure, standing in front of her; the woman stepped closer, until the barrel of the gun pressed against her own chest. She ran her fingers over the girl’s face, leaned closer, kissed her softly and whispered in her ear. “It was worth every minute”, she said and another bang woke up the neighborhood from dreams.

She looked down at the bodies lying on the ground, carefully wiped off the gun and placed it next to the corpses. She sighed heavily like someone who can finally breathe after a long endeavor. She then looked at the man appearing on the other side of the street. She slowly got up and walked to him. Her face showed agony again; her eyes became innocent and weary.

“Please, help!” She shouted and grabbed the stranger’s hand. “They shot each other.”

“And are you all right?” asked the man by that time allowing Alice to nestle herself against his neck.

“I’ll be fine”, she whispered, and gazed at the piece of glass lying on the ground. Her eyes flashed with desire, which had grown to be more and more powerful.

Touch

photo by M. Domondon

She was lying in bed, only a thin sheet covering her body. Her fingers tightened; she pulled her knees up to her stomach then stretched out again. Her hair spread out on the pillow, the touch of the silky blanket tickled her breasts. The room was shimmered by the street lamp’s subdued light; outside, the mist came down and peered through the open window. The air was cool but still, Kate’s body was burning hot. She felt it ignite when the shadow rose above her and she felt his breath on her skin. He was tall and strong. With a single motion, he pulled off the blanket. The silk slid off of her, down onto the floor, tickling and nothing protected her anymore. The dim figure leaned over her, ran his fingers down her chest, down her belly, along her inner thighs and inside, she was boiling with even more desire. The soft lips clung to her lips, his fingers intertwined with hers and their bodies entwined. Quiet panting, fast-paced breath, with the wind coming through the window. Soft kisses and tight hugs, and then they emerged from each other’s arms.

Kate looked into the glowing eyes that mesmerized her every night like a hypnotist and she had no freewill anymore. But even if she had, she would not do anything else. They are one; neither of them can exist without the other. They need each other like they need air and water. The eyes captivated hers and commenced sending her into a dream. Her body relaxed, her eyes were open only a crack and her head tilted slightly to one side. She was defensless. The shadow rose, then carefully covered the girl’s slumberlike body. Kate wanted to say something but no sound came from her throat. The shadow stopped in front of the window, opened its wings and flew away like a vision. The girl’s eyes closed.

There she was lying in bed, only a thin sheet covered her naked body. Outside the fog has lifted, the morning sun drifted into the room and pleasantly warmed the girl’s naked body. Kate stretched along the bed; a faint smile ran across her face.

“It was just another dream”, she muttered aloud as she rose from the bed. The mild summer breeze flipped through the window, danced across the room and gently animating the white feathers and carrying them out again...

The Dependent

photo by Adam Clarke

He did not even bother to reply. He was sitting opposite her and although he smiled kindly, his eyes were empty and cold. He imagined wrapping up the girl’s body in a body bag and throwing her into the sea. How many excitement-filled moments he could have, how wildly his heart would beat if he could, with that large kitchen knife that cries out for him, stab her in the chest. What’s more, perhaps he would twist it once to hear the crunch of nerves as the sharp blade breaks its way through. Then he would pull it out and stab again. But not to the same place, but a little bit lower, just a few inches away so that he could hear that perfect metal-against-flesh-and-bones melody. He got goosebumps and something moved him inside. Such a bizarre and pleasant feeling ran through his veins that he had not felt in years. No, he cannot do this. He had already given it up a long time ago, he has to control himself. He turned his eyes away, then slowly rose from the chair and leaned against the kitchen counter. He soothed himself and his desires. The girl was still sitting in the armchair and her eyes were sparkling with anger. She asked something but she did not get a response. She hopes that everything will be the as they used to be. In the morning light Carlos looked so perfect that Leila suddenly forgot all the annoyance and sighed. Her desires woke up; she wanted him,wanted to feel his manliness even if he had perhaps held another woman in his arms not so long ago. Voices were swirling in Carlos head like an undertone and no matter how hard he tried to calm them, they became more and more turbid. He glanced at the girl again; now his eyes were filled with unbridled desire that penetrated his bones. His hands trembled as he reached for the girl. Leila stepped closer and hugged him. The man put his strong arms around her waist, their lips met and they instinctively pressed against each other. Carlos buried his fingers in the girl’s long blonde hair, his hands slid along her breasts and after a sudden movement, the window pane fell down in fragments. Leila’s face was contorted in terror, her eyes widened and the wind clung to her nightdress. Carlos looked down with a satisfied smile on his face, his careworn wrinkles smoothed away, and finally murmured.

“Yes, darling. I was with another woman.” And lit a well-deserved cigarette.

The Vision

photo by ADiamondFellFromTheSky

The house stood empty, no one had lived there for many years. The furniture was dilapidated, covered with cobweb and the layer of dust was an inch thick with tiny traces of animal feet sinking into it.
Ray stood in front of the door, slowly swinging his arm and putting it on the door handle. Memories of the past flashed in his mind and his fingers froze. He heard a chuckle, a quiet laughter and out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadow flashing past the porch. His hand slipped on the worn handle, and then he slowly walked back down the squeaky steps. He looked around the clearing; and saw no one. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples; he tossed his jacket over the rail, unbuttoned his shirt and took a big gulp of bottled water. The rising wind pleasantly caressed his tanned body and his white shirt swayed. Jenna was eyeing him from behind the trees; she involuntarily licked her lips while watching the tiny movements of Ray’s body.
She took a few steps closer, then stopped and smiled broadly. Ray’s body and thoughts went still, a pleasant feeling and then he caught sight of the girl. He walked closer to her and grabbed her passionately. Jenna pressed her pink lips on the man’s bare chest, gently slid his shirt off and ran her fingers down the man’s back. Ray instinctively picked her up in his arms  and laid her among the green grass as he wanted to hide her from the world, to be his own and no one else’s. Jenna`s reddish blonde hair spread out among the flowers, like jets of flame that were about to burn the world around itself. In slow motions, the man got under the girl’s dress; his fingers slowly moved her thighs apart while pressing his lips on her breasts. They both sighed as they adjusted to the gentle rhythm of each other’s body. The wind picked up the soft moaning and spread it around every inch of the clearing.
Then the world suddenly froze, gray clouds shrouded the sky and raindrops were falling down from above.
Ray felt dizzy and leaned against the rail. What was that? How can a fantasy be so real? Confused thoughts ran through his mind whilst desire was still throbbing inside him from the sensual pleasure trip he seemed to have been a part of. He did not want to return to reality; he wanted the dream to last forever, the girl to become reality. He wanted her body, he smelled her fragrance and he almost went mad that he could not hold her in his arms, could not embrace her naked body, the smell of which was so stupefying like the most perfect love elixir. But this is only the trick of the mind, a sweet dream that his mind conceived. He forced himself to look around. Although he was alert, his desire did not abate. He could still see the girl, feel her closeness, her whisper and he wanted nothing more than to embrace her and make her his.
“Get out of his head”, said a voice sending a shudder ran through Jenna’s body causing her  to lean against a tree.
“Party pooper!” She said in a whisper, then took one last look at the man and flitted among the trees.