[b00]

My First Night With Fiona Westmore


Excuse me, mate, could you help me pick a vibrator? This black guy asks me with half a voice. Normally this is something a man should never ask another man, but I work in a sex shop so people ask me stuff you should never ask anyone. Obviously, I instantly grab one of the ten inch behemots. Marvel of technology, I say, with fifteen vibration speeds and patterns, butt tingling rabbit ears, rotating head and massaging beads for all your self drilling needs. Fucking thing will even make you a cup of coffee if you program it right. – It’s for my girlfriend, the man says, scratching his nose, staring at Megatron’s dick. – She’s still a virgin and wants to lose it herself. I’m baffled and my stutter fails to hide it. First of all, this guy looks like he’s in his early thirties. How old is this virgin autodidact? And why didn’t she come buy it herself or, at least, with him? What’s the guy’s opinion on her selfish decision? Will he be there to provide moral support and wash the sheets? What a special story that will be. Beautiful, really.
– How was your first time, Rhonda?
- Oh, it was so romantic. Carl bought me a dildo and said “fuck you” and I did.

Fucking magical tale, if I ever heard one. It’s the total opposite of how my first time with Fiona is going to be. A thousand rainbows arching across the sky on a full moon night. The stars sliding down the seven colors, like happy children in recess, while an orchestra plays the most sumptuous symphony of love and joy. We stare at each other each other, not into our eyes but into our souls. We speak but the words we say matter not for the language that reigns supreme is the one of the body. And so we make love and it is grand and as we pound away, this savage creature once upon a time known as Fiona, claws my back, in furious bliss, ripping away flesh from bones, sending jets of blood in every direction, painting red Pollocks on the walls. Our primal screams of ecstasy scare the birds from trees in a radius of many miles and she holds on tight to my ribs lest she be cast away beyond the horizon. Sexy Frenetic shatters the bed, shooting a million splinters, slaughtering several civilians on the street. The sheets sizzle and steam and she grabs on to them with all the strength her white knuckled toes possess and with her hands the snaps my ribs and tears them from body. A rain of roaring thunderbolts strike and sparks fly and flames rise. The drapes are burning and the rug is burning and the blood on the wall boils, not sure if it’s the intense heat from the fire or our naked hyperactive bodies clash. We’re going through the positions, laughing in physic’s face. Flesh against flesh, over and over again, with a soundtrack of explosions and moaning and screaming and roaring. Blazing hellfire consumes the room around us. The walls crumble and fall apart turning into rubble and charcoal but we are demi-Gods of fuck engulfed in evaporating sweat and nothing else matters. We levitate and destroy the world with our passionate power. I have no skin and I have no flesh and her body is being split in two. We merge into one unstoppable force of Nature whose might shakes the very foundations of Lucifer’s Cove and makes Beelzebub himself cower away and shiver under his bed.
Fuck!

Divinus Orgasmus Rex! Big Bang times a mol. We create new colours, never before seen by Man nor Beast. The shockwave of the one last thrust turns reality into dust. Pure fucking energy. The complete nullification of Alpha and Omega. The destruction of the very fabric of space and time.
Utter. Obliteration. Of. Everything.
God is dead.
We came.
Do you want a cigarette, Fiona? Me too.
Flick the lighter. Puff. Inhale. So good.
I love you.

But not everyone is so lucky. The man’s girlfriend is a virgin and if she wants to lose it by herself, then by God, so be it. I suggest a slick and stylish vibrator. It looks sophisticated and classy and it’s purple. Not too big, not too small. A perfect size for the scared miss. It’s the kind of vibrator that would cook a girl breakfast the next morning. It would pretend to forget about their birthday only to surprise her with a romantic dinner for two, a nice bottle of wine and a refined pair of diamond earrings. Blood-free diamonds, mind you. It’s the kind of vibrator a woman takes home to meet the parents. It’s also the most expensive one we have. He buys it, of course, and off he goes to fulfill his destiny. I stay in the shop, immersed in bitterness. Enraged that their story will happen and mine, that is so much better, will not. Fuck them. And all the fucking couples that come to buy lube and hollow strap ons and that laugh together at the giant dildos and anal beads. Their happiness is Kryptonite. Fuck them.
Where are you Fiona Westmore?
What are you doing tonight?
When will we meet each other?

Please, I want to destroy the world with you.

[Tex]

I like your passion in the prose. Bit depressing though.. hope it isn't autobiographical!

I like the fact that you've set it in a sex shop that obviously stocks items that are often considered for the more 'adventurous' in the bedroom, the more extreme, the darker, the more perverse - but then you have a guy coming in who is seemingly quite boring buying something in a rather 'matter of fact' way with no real passion or anything perverse or sinister about him. Seems quite normal. But then the shop assistant explains his sexual fantasy and it is far more extreme/dark/perverse and violent even though it is entirely 'natural' - there's no sex toys involved or anything otherwise normally considered 'exotic' or perverse/extreme its just a very dark and violent description of two people having sex.

Liked that juxtaposition.

'Toys' and equipment doesn't make it more passionate/real/extreme - it's a state of mind.

Don't read this kind of stuff usually. I liked it though. quite raw.



Not to be picky, but this:

Divinus Orgasmus Rex!

isn't correct latin, but of course, it's in the character's thoughts/story and so I guess the reader wouldn't expect him to know Latin, I guess?

(Obviously 'orgasm' isn't a latin word) but If you mean;

King of divine orgasms! = rex divinorum orgasorum!

I am the divine king of orgasms! = divinus rex orgasorum sum!

I am the king of divine orgasms! = divinorum rex orgasorum sum!

Divine king of orgasms! divinus rex orgasorum!

oh well, doesn't really make much difference of course, but it did niggle at me for the rest of the story.

[b00]

Thanks, man! Appreciate that. Maybe I'll change later for the correct Latin. Danke.

[b00]

I made a blog for me writings. Most of it is in Portuguese, but I just posted now this one in English. Just letting you know that I changed the Latin bit to what you told me.

[lucifer]

Fine, don't give us the link to your blog.

[b00]

I didn't give you the link because it's mostly written in Portuguese. But ok: SOHOAZUL

This post has been edited by b00: 30 June 2010 - 09:57 AM

[lucifer]

google translate ftw lol