Clementine
It is dark and warm like my dreams and everyone is perfectly lit and beautiful, a long dining table the wood even darker than the ambience holds a spread of meats and cheese and figs and apples slathered in honey and small lit candles and clementines are scattered around the mismatched plates for décor and I want to shove cloves into the skins of the fruit because I like how the puncture feels under my thumbnail. A figure clad in latex from head to toe stands directly in between two oven lamps in the kitchen and catches my gaze for longer than a moment making me wish my eyes could take photographs, he comes over and pours red wine into fresh lipstick kissed glasses and saunters well in heels and the mood of the room bounces off the lubricated shine of the latex and soon a man who is known for his bite has a snake just as black and shiny as the rubber slut draped around his neck and he tells me to pull back the collar of his T-shirt exposing a tattoo of teeth imprints on his right shoulder and the snake slithers up my hand my arm and it is a long strong muscle flexing and tightening and for a moment I fear constriction around my neck until her perfect shellacked head slick like wet shore rocks comes into sight her black tongue delicate like one single strand of seaweed slips in and out of sight and her tail coils when it falls off my hand and has nowhere to land and Monkey sets up the vacuum bed and rubber slut slides in between the latex sheets and it is loud when turned on and the materials tighten around him constricts like a snake until he is sealed shut in the envelope and Alyx uses the Hitachi wand up and down his enclosed body and the vibration makes him writhe in short sweet movements abrupt and limited and the end of the table has been cleared and doctor has his patient lying down legs spread and two others on each side hold her hands as she moans and screams and groans and I walk around to join the small group of voyeurs and he is suturing her pussy lips pulling the thick thread and needle in and out with large sweeping arm motions with each criss and each cross and my gaze goes back and forth across the dark loft from suction bed to dining table and someone peels open a clementine and the scent is enormous and another passes me the snake as I spit out a cherry pit and then the night really begins.
Jack was a total slut. He would come to session with two bags of groceries: carrots, eggplant, cucumbers, bananas, cherry tomatoes, condoms, wine, cigarettes. He would get naked as we lit up cigarettes and burned his chest hair and nipples making our way down to his ass to mark it with our initials. The room always smelled of singed hair. A light beat down would follow then Jack got down on all fours and we would begin to shove produce up his ass starting with something slender like a carrot and work our way up. He liked to use banana meat as lube, he would get it all mushy between his fingers and rub his cock and taint. We played a game to see how many cherry tomatoes he could hold inside of himself and as we slipped one after the other in he would count them out. When he was too full, some of the cherries would project out of his asshole and we would shove them back and smash them up with the head of a zucchini. After we were finished with his ass, we would piss all over his face. The last time I saw Jack he wanted me to drop liquid cocaine into his eyes with a dropper. That was three years ago.
We had a dildo bucket in the dungeon that I made porn at. It was in the bathroom next to the sink. When washing my hands I could look down and see inside. It was filled with water and sanitizer and the dildos would be bobbing up and down, black shiny cocks, beige soft cocks, butt plugs, little purple skinny ones with slim heads for the beginners. I always liked it when is saw the glitter cock in the bucket. It stood out, amongst the other dildos. Most of the girls loved the glitter cock, so it was used often which meant it was always in the bucket. The glitter reminded me of this time I was walking down the street in Chicago in my 20s and I was going through a rough patch likely hungover and as I’m walking down the street I see a sparkly ball on the sidewalk ahead and it caught my eye and as I inched closer so curious to know what it was. It was a beautiful day and the sun was hitting the ball and it was iridescent and glittery and then I was two feet away and it really was brightening my day to see this sparkly ball on the sidewalk and then I was in front of it and that is when I realized it was a pile of dog shit with flies all over it and when the flies flew away and there was no more sparkle and I was admiring a piece of shit.
The gym I worked out at last summer had a puke bucket.