this the entire
time. Then, after weeks of growing in his girlfriend’s womb,
she would have him cut slowly out of her one piece at a time,
or perhaps she’d have him vacuumed out of her quickly. She
imagines that this act would be like having the biggest or-
gasm of her life. She imagines climaxing, squeezing her
thighs around the surgical equipment, as some faceless doc-
tor brutally murders her tiny boyfriend inside of her and then
scoops him out in pieces. After his parts are thrown away,
Crystal imagines she would move onto another boyfriend
and start the process all over again.
She knows it’s a cruel fantasy to have. She doesn’t
think of herself as a cruel person. There’s just something
deep inside of her that attracts her to these fantasies. She’s
worried that these feelings will make her a bad mother in the
future. She’s worried about what they mean.
Jason pretends like he is into this kind of pornogra-
phy, but he’s not really. He doesn’t find it compelling nor
disturbing. He doesn’t really care. What turns him on is
watching Crystal masturbate so excitedly. She is, without a
doubt, the sexiest girl in school. Even though he doesn’t get
to have real sex with her very much, just masturbating while
watching her touch herself is good enough for him.
Crystal’s moans can be heard throughout the entire
cabin as she masturbates. Desdemona and Kevin are in their
room, listening to the moans through the air vent and gig-
gling to each other.
“They sure sound like they’re having fun,” Kevin says.
“Yeah,” Desdemona says, “with their boring mis-
sionary sex.”
Rick is making a bed on the floor with their sleeping
bags. He is nervous with anticipation. Adrenalin and alcohol
are pumping through his system. He feels like his head is float-
ing. He has been waiting for this night for a long time now.
Desdemona pulls off her top to reveal her tattooed
breasts. The collage of pink, purple, and baby blue butter-
flies flutter across her chest and circle her nipples. Kevin
pulls off her shorts and panties, as she pulls off his shirt and
caresses his smooth head.
Rick hesitates taking off his clothing. His hand is
shaking. He doesn’t know how to break the news to them.
Stephanie is in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Again.
She has lost all feeling in her mouth. Her gums are so bloody
that her teeth have turned pink. There isn’t any water in the
sink, so she rinses out her mouth with warm, flat beer.
Something moves in the corner of her eye. Some kind
of shadow casts over her for a brief moment. She turns and
looks. It is gone now. It came from the bathroom window
above the shower. Stephanie has no idea what it could be.
She steps onto the edge of the bathtub and looks out
of the window. There is a pine tree next to the window.
Some of the branches on the tree are rocking back and forth,
but there isn’t any wind. Something must have brushed by
them. Something big, like an elk. She scans the dimly lit
landscape for animals, but there is nothing there. She contin-
ues watching, brushing her teeth slowly, until the branches
slow their swaying to a standstill.
“I have a confession to make,” Rick tells Desdemona
and Kevin.
Desdemona and Kevin are naked and kissing each
other hard. The kind of kissing you only do when you’re ex-
tremely drunk and horny. They pull themselves away from
each other to hear Rick out. They don’t understand why he
hasn’t taken his clothes off yet.
“I’m really sorry,” Rick says, “but I’ve been lying to
you both.”
“Lying?” Kevin says. “About what?”
“I never had a urinary tract infection,” Rick says. “I
wanted it to be a surprise for you. That was just my cover
story so that I wouldn’t have to have sex with you while it
healed.”
“While what healed?” Desdemona asks.
Rick opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes
out. His face turns red and he
time. Then, after weeks of growing in his girlfriend’s womb,
she would have him cut slowly out of her one piece at a time,
or perhaps she’d have him vacuumed out of her quickly. She
imagines that this act would be like having the biggest or-
gasm of her life. She imagines climaxing, squeezing her
thighs around the surgical equipment, as some faceless doc-
tor brutally murders her tiny boyfriend inside of her and then
scoops him out in pieces. After his parts are thrown away,
Crystal imagines she would move onto another boyfriend
and start the process all over again.
She knows it’s a cruel fantasy to have. She doesn’t
think of herself as a cruel person. There’s just something
deep inside of her that attracts her to these fantasies. She’s
worried that these feelings will make her a bad mother in the
future. She’s worried about what they mean.
Jason pretends like he is into this kind of pornogra-
phy, but he’s not really. He doesn’t find it compelling nor
disturbing. He doesn’t really care. What turns him on is
watching Crystal masturbate so excitedly. She is, without a
doubt, the sexiest girl in school. Even though he doesn’t get
to have real sex with her very much, just masturbating while
watching her touch herself is good enough for him.
Crystal’s moans can be heard throughout the entire
cabin as she masturbates. Desdemona and Kevin are in their
room, listening to the moans through the air vent and gig-
gling to each other.
“They sure sound like they’re having fun,” Kevin says.
“Yeah,” Desdemona says, “with their boring mis-
sionary sex.”
Rick is making a bed on the floor with their sleeping
bags. He is nervous with anticipation. Adrenalin and alcohol
are pumping through his system. He feels like his head is float-
ing. He has been waiting for this night for a long time now.
Desdemona pulls off her top to reveal her tattooed
breasts. The collage of pink, purple, and baby blue butter-
flies flutter across her chest and circle her nipples. Kevin
pulls off her shorts and panties, as she pulls off his shirt and
caresses his smooth head.
Rick hesitates taking off his clothing. His hand is
shaking. He doesn’t know how to break the news to them.
Stephanie is in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Again.
She has lost all feeling in her mouth. Her gums are so bloody
that her teeth have turned pink. There isn’t any water in the
sink, so she rinses out her mouth with warm, flat beer.
Something moves in the corner of her eye. Some kind
of shadow casts over her for a brief moment. She turns and
looks. It is gone now. It came from the bathroom window
above the shower. Stephanie has no idea what it could be.
She steps onto the edge of the bathtub and looks out
of the window. There is a pine tree next to the window.
Some of the branches on the tree are rocking back and forth,
but there isn’t any wind. Something must have brushed by
them. Something big, like an elk. She scans the dimly lit
landscape for animals, but there is nothing there. She contin-
ues watching, brushing her teeth slowly, until the branches
slow their swaying to a standstill.
“I have a confession to make,” Rick tells Desdemona
and Kevin.
Desdemona and Kevin are naked and kissing each
other hard. The kind of kissing you only do when you’re ex-
tremely drunk and horny. They pull themselves away from
each other to hear Rick out. They don’t understand why he
hasn’t taken his clothes off yet.
“I’m really sorry,” Rick says, “but I’ve been lying to
you both.”
“Lying?” Kevin says. “About what?”
“I never had a urinary tract infection,” Rick says. “I
wanted it to be a surprise for you. That was just my cover
story so that I wouldn’t have to have sex with you while it
healed.”
“While what healed?” Desdemona asks.
Rick opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes
out. His face turns red and he
Similar Books
