My recovery position is on the far side of the bed. I’m sprawled out all biblical like. Legs naked and bony. Fingers curled and stained with her menstrual blood. The room dances with dust that settles on tissue papers full of my lukewarm seed and a sketchbook on the bedside table with drawings of her real mouth and how it resembles a dying star. A star long gone and yet reborn at a quarter past four on a Sunday afternoon with the smell of potatoes and gravy filling the room. She stretches and yawns. She pushes her arms up to the ceiling so she resembles a starfish, or perhaps one of The Raggy Dolls. The brunette one I had a crush on as a kid. On the TV with the volume turned down a masked serial killer stalks a group of teenagers. The girls have tits and the boys have muscles. It’s all so terribly predictable, and yet as I pop out her left breast and suckle the nipple, the soundtrack of heavy breathing and animal cries takes us to a place down by a river, a river where bodies glisten beneath the moon the same as our bodies do in this room. With a hungry belly, I sniff those maddening scents of food and take a bite out of her. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Pinching my nose, she kisses me on the forehead, and as I look up at her, it’s as if I’m her baby, and as she lactates into my mouth, she strokes my hair and tells me to be a good boy the way a good boy always should.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
It’s been a long time since I’ve read anything on WordPress, and this is one hell of a piece to comeback to. I have missed your words.
I am more than delighted to have given you a pleasant welcome on your return.
Classic S.K.
Thank you, Jasper.
a very real excerpt !
Thank you, my friend!
Always. Great. Even potatoes smell real when you write about them.
Haha. What a wonderful thing for you to say. Thank you!
You are most welcome!
I shall try slipping in a few more food stuffs from now on 😉
So far you had a greasy burger, donuts, some biscuits whose brand I can’t remember — all of them tasted delicious from your hand.
I think I’ll go for something healthy next. Probably when I return to X and I. Balance things out a little.
Salads are a turn off. But then, if it’s you writing about them…
Oh, I’d never stoop so low as to write about salad. Perhaps an apple? I can tolerate apples.
Sounds good. Served as Snow White’s stepmother intended, or sliced and sprinkled with cinnamon?
I’d say sliced. I like the sound of biting into an apple, but the skin angers me.
Ha ha! I’ve never met anyone before who gets angry because of an apple’s skin! Love this idea!