Relativity
Our encounter was imbalanced. It was my first time. It was to be his last one.
I was caressing his skin and expecting it to be rough, manly. It was soft. I took the knife and felt uneasy, but also aware he would go bad otherwise. It had to be done. I don’t know if he enjoyed it. I didn’t. I washed his blood in the sink. His guts, post factum, were literally wrapped in plastic and thrown in the gutter. His fat, some of it was on the blade. I don’t remember the rest, just being so wasted, consumed with effort. He was slippery, as expected. His smell got well under my skin and nails and stayed there to constantly remind me of our act together.
Later, we all toasted with white wine. Because it goes just fine with a dead fish and he was exactly that. Romanian “crap” with garlic.
Ewww, the way you describe the whole process, makes me not want to eat fish again, ever.
Even thinking how well fish goes with garlic might not make me like it, because the image you created of blood and spilled guts with garlic does not seem very apetizing at the moment.
But fortunately enough, they sell smoked salmon fillets in stores, that comes right out of the sea, nice and clean, they just pack it =]]]
what can I tell you, it was quite a hustle. And let me reassure you, it was tasty so I’d say it paid off.
Haha, paid off, that is so pragmatic, I love it!
By the way, I liked the way you wrote this, made me feel like I was there, witness in a terrifying, obscure scene . And the suspense, that is de-constructed in a funny manner by the ending.
Quite a sexy story.
Credeam ca te-ai decompensat, bine ca ai dat si explicatia…
It is a very erotic story, well-written. Robbed me a
and a :”> (Yes, I’m feeling emoticonic these days.)
thanks, like most things here it is meant to mislead, at least at first.