Author S. K. Nicholas

The two of them were in her parents garden, and despite it being summer, there was a chill breeze that carried in the air. The one nearest to me was naked, her body covered with strange symbols that had some kind of meaning I knew not what of. Black ink twisting around her curves, the other wore only lace underwear, and together they writhed around and presented themselves to me. Their holes were ripe, yet strangely void of feeling. There was no passion in the folds of flesh that flowered before me, only vacant memories of a time from before. I was more interested in the boarded up shed half obscured behind an elm tree off to their right. Something was in there; a key to my past long since forgotten. Suffocating in the grip of desire, the brunette, the one I had always wanted, she told me things about the other that made my skin crawl. There was no shame in her words, only black-eyed perversion as the sordid details rolled from her wicked tongue. Inserting her fingers into the other one’s cunt when she was finished, I averted my eyes and walked towards the shed. As my fingers reached out for it, somewhere in the distance came the sudden burst of church bells, and just at that moment, a flock of birds circled for several seconds over our heads until disappearing on the horizon. Hesitating as a bolt of pain shot through my arms from the wooden panels of the door, the skin on the back of my hands begun to bubble as if having acid poured over them. There was no blood, only oil, and as it dripped to the ground and stained the blades of grass at my feet, I stumbled back not knowing what to do. They were on me in an instant, and even though I resisted, my body betrayed me. The three of us merging, all other avenues were lost. The day turned to night, and our bodies soon slipped from one place to the next. The garden falling silent, all that was left was a desperate sense of longing, the kind you get lying awake at night trying to remember where it all went wrong.